Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Lin Qun'an walked over slowly, and the leading Hundred Household Officer took out a wooden box, and the two of them cooperated to put the blood coat in it.

Baihuguan wrapped the wooden box with a cloth and tied it to his chest, and then said to Fang Xing who was walking: "Uncle, here is the little one."

Fang Xing arched his hands and said: "This way, you must protect Master Huo's clothes, even if you lose your life, you can't damage it. When you arrive in the capital, you will directly present it to your Majesty."

One hundred household officials straightened up and said loudly: "People are in clothes!"

"Okay! Let's go now!"

Fang Xing's long memorial had already been given to them, so under the attention of everyone, this team of cavalry flew away.

"You didn't actually send Guo Houjie to the capital?"

The crowd was whispering, but Guo Hou's face was blank.

He was looking at Fang Xing, the rumored ruthless minister.

Fang Xing walked slowly over, and Guo Hou couldn't help backing up until he was blocked by two sergeants.

"You... what do you want to do?"

Guo Hou was impassioned before, but at the moment he was scared facing Fang Xing's cold eyes.

Fang Xing approached, frowning and said, "Why do you want to drive away wild dogs to bite Lord Huo?"

Guo Hou blinked his eyes, his fear gradually grew.

With a straight face, he tried to add some momentum to himself, and said: "The old man has often offended the old man in the past. The old man rebelled, at least half of it was for him. The official forced the people to rebel, and he had to rebel!"

"Half it is Lord Huo, half is Ben Bo, no, it is your Majesty, the faint lord in your eyes, right?"

How could Fang Xing do useless work? Since Huo Yan's dress had gone to Peiping, he was facing the sun to question at this moment, just to completely get rid of the arrogance of those people.

Guo Hou nodded without hesitation. He felt that he was very courageous and would definitely keep his name in the history books in the future.

"The old man will stay in history, and you will be ruined and stinking for thousands of years!"

At this time Li Xiu came, and he dismounted profusely and said: "Xing He Bo, is ready."

Fang Xing nodded, "Then be here, stand up immediately!"

Li Xiu answered, turned around and called for someone.

Guo Hou stopped and said, "Come on, come on if you have any means, if the old man winks..."

"Just what?"

Fang Xing asked coldly, then looked around, and finally pointed to an old man with a child and said, "Please come, that old man."

Someone whispered in the past, and the old man was a little flustered, and then Wang He went over and said; "Come here, just tell the truth, later our family...this is your grandson, look at the aura!"

Wang He followed Fang Xing and learned some tricks somehow, and successfully resolved his worries and tensions by praising the old man's grandson.

"I have seen my uncle."

The old man wanted to kneel before and after, Fang Xing helped him and said, "Emperor Wen and the people today did not let anyone kneel. What is Fang? How can he have such qualifications, he will stand up straight."

The people on the side felt comfortable when they heard it, but the old man said with some trepidation: "You are the uncle. The younger one will kowtow when he sees the big masters, otherwise..."

Fang Xing helped him, smiled at the scared child, glanced at the officials nearby, and said: "You still kowtow to them at your age. Can they have that order? Don't be afraid of being beaten by the gods. Thunder?"

The old man didn't dare to say, Fang Xing looked at the officials and said: "If you want others to kneel, then go home and let your wife and children kneel for you to see, so as to satisfy your nasty thoughts of being a master!"

Those officials were a little embarrassed. They felt that Fang Xing was really a stunned man, and he had to hit him if he had unspoken rules. No wonder the officials all over the world hated him.

Fang Xing held the old man with one hand and looked at everyone and said, "Don't talk about Fang's pretentious posture. There are also sayings when you kneel down. But now a small official can insult the people and be a mastermind. This way Daming, what will its people be like?"

The old man was supported by Fang Xing and did not dare to struggle, but his heart trembled with fear.

"It's okay now. When I see an official, I will kneel down. Those people have become conscientious. They can't get out of the door, and the second door doesn't move. As long as there is food to eat, they want to stay at home. What is that?

No one dared to refute, but many eyes were filled with dissatisfaction.

Being an official is the dream of those scholars who may still think of loyalty to the emperor and serving the country, but when they see the people kneeling in front of them, what do they think in their hearts?

Herders!

Herd the pigs!

Fang Xing asked the child, "Have you gone to school?"

The child bowed his head and did not dare to speak, and the old man said in wonder: "Uncle, Sociology... The social studies gentleman is sick and no one is gone."

Fang Xing said helplessly: "Since the founding of Ming Dynasty, every generation of emperors has been starting school. After his enthronement, his majesty has allocated money and food to various places, only to hope that social studies can thrive again. Is social studies prosperous?"

Prosperous ass!

Most of the money and grain of the social school were embezzled by the upper and lower hands. Later, they were killed a lot. Those officials did not dare to understand the greed, but it was inevitable to shave oil secretly.

As for social studies, it's a sign. Spend some money on hiring a gentleman, and then hire some boys. Everyday, this is political achievement.

And universal education is the current state policy, at least Zhu Zhanji and Fang Xing think this is a state policy.

However, it does not seem to be optimistic at the moment. On the contrary, science is gaining momentum among the people, almost spontaneously growing savagely.

Li Xiu said in embarrassment, "Uncle Xinghe, the salary in social studies is low, so it's hard to find a husband!"

Fang awakened and looked at the scholars and said, "Why is it hard to find? The scholars in the world sit at home and wait for death. Why can't they find a gentleman?"

These words are harsh and vicious, and some people can't help but say: "Uncle Xinghe, I'll wait to study at home!"

"What do you understand? There is a golden house in the book, and is there a Yan Ruyu in the book? Then there is no power to bind the chicken, and the people's livelihood is not at all clear. What did you read? Shit!"

Fang Xing was furious: "You said there is no way to survive after clearing the field, but teaching and educating people is considered a way to survive? Why don't you want to do it? Who will tell Ben, why don't you want to do it!?"

The crowd is silent, this is the crush of the strong, from the crush of status and reputation.

The common people will naturally think about the details. Compared with the scholars, they are of course more willing to believe that the potato and science have been created.

So these scholars are really eating and waiting to die?

But they are Wenquxing!

Then science gradually took off.

But the scholars couldn't bear the accusations. Some people boldly shouted: "My generation serves the king, and only waits for the middle test to be able to share the worries for the king..."

Fang Xing pointed to Guo Hou and asked, "Do you share your worries for the king like him? It's still going to fly to the dog every day, just thinking about collecting contributions."

"But we are the foundation of Daming!"

Someone murmured, but lacked confidence.

Some people from the common people also shouted: "Science can teach children! They are also smart, not stupid!"

"That's right! My eldest son has studied science and understood a lot of things. Last time the elder came to the village and said to dig a canal. My son looked at the drawing and then wrote and painted. He said he would dig more. The old man didn’t believe him, so he scolded him, and after that channel was repaired, he really dug a little bit more than what my son said..."

A middle-aged man happily talked about his son’s impressive past, and many people around him were envious~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Some people gradually started to talk about the benefits of science.

For a while, Guo Hou had been forgotten by the side, and everyone was talking with emotion.

"This is his ultimate goal!"

Wang Yuan stood with a few old Confucian scholars and sighed in a low voice.

"The man had a foresight, and a Huo Yan's death turned into a benefit of science, and this made Ruo's ability unmatched by the wind!"

"Can't beat him!"

An old Confucian shook his head and said, "He has force, and the old man in science has also seen it. Although it is a miscellaneous study, it has some merits for any reason."

"He has reached his current position when he was only in his 30s. What about ten years from now? Who can be in my generation?"

Wang Yuan's eyes were full of chagrin, and he hated himself for making the wrong bet. That Wen Fang was too reckless, and eventually dragged Zhang Mao down the abyss together.

It would be great if you only bet on Zhang Mao!

He looked at Fang Xing who raised his hand to make everyone quiet, and said: "This man, both civil and military, has a great military service. If he suppresses the resistance of the gentry this time, I am afraid that no one can control him again."

Frustration enveloped them, and an old Confucian sighed: "If you had known that he was this class, you should have mobilized the southern gentry and officials to do it together, and drive him down anyway, at least your Majesty will hate him."

Fang Xing over there was talking, and he said loudly: "The taxes on the fields belong to Da Ming. When did they become gentry?"

Wang Yuan felt rude when he heard these words, but he could only smile bitterly: "These words are rough, but they point to the point. Those taxes are indeed from the center..."

The atmosphere gradually rose, and as a group of craftsmen arrived, the place immediately became lively.

Those craftsmen brought a lot of materials, and soon a temporary stand was erected.

This is the place of execution!

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