Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

In the autumn of Jinling City, there is a little more joy of harvest.

Daming’s staple food used to be rice and wheat. Later, potatoes were added. There is even news outside that the Food and Vegetables Department is making a high-yield crop comparable to potatoes.

In other words, twenty years ago, this news made people rush to talk about it.

But now with potatoes, people who can't eat enough will only be ridiculed.

When the genius had just dawned, Jinling City gradually woke up.

There are many people who can afford breakfast, but most of them are made at home.

There are many types of breakfast outside, but the most are pasta.

The most popular noodles are naturally cakes and noodles, but this is the old calendar. Now the northern food is not Wuxia Amon.

The oil cake is everyone's favorite, and it's fun to eat. Bite it down, and the fragrance of oil penetrates the tip of the nose. Then it invades the brain from the end of the nose, and the fragrance of the noodles that is forced out by the deep-fried, the taste can make people unable to stop the desire to continue eating.

The breakfast stand is just a door, framed by two high stools underneath.

The door panel is the operating table, next to a binocular stove, a large one is boiling soy milk, and a small one is pancakes.

It is a half-year-old kid who is in charge of all this.

It was a little bit cold in the early autumn morning, the child scooped some lard into the pan, and then put the spread cake down.

Suddenly green smoke rose from the pot and sizzled.

The scent spread, Fang Xing sat on the bench next to him and sniffed, and said, "Don't be confused! Is there any oil residue? Add a little."

There are three narrow tables here, all of which are now full.

Most of these people live in the city and have to catch the hour, so they eat quickly.

The hot soy milk warmed up a bit after a sip, and there was a snorting sound all around, but those people were watching Fang Xing and the family sitting beside him.

"Brothers are rich!"

A big guy with a poor family background looked enviously watching the young man grab a small amount of oil residue in a bowl and put it on the noodles, and then pressed it in with a spatula, it was a little drooling.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "You can afford it too!"

The big man shook his head and said, "I can't bear it. I still keep the money if I have it, or buy a candy for the child."

Seeing that the oil residue was trapped in the raw noodles, the young man over there flipped the oil cake with a spatula.

"Zi..."

The oily residue made a louder sound when heated, and then the fragrance gradually diffused.

Fang Xing squinted his eyes and smelled the scent, and couldn't wait to say: "Don't get confused!"

The boy pressed the oil cake, looked back at Fang Xing with a frown, and said, "I know the fire!"

Fang Xing said nonchalantly: "Okay, I'm just worried about getting confused."

The young man snorted, and skillfully turned the oil cake over again.

At this moment, the oil cake has turned yellow, and then has some gray. It doesn't look good, but it makes people can't help the index finger move.

After a while, the oil cake was ready. The boy used a bamboo knife to divide the cake into four pieces and asked Fang Xing: "Would you like hot sauce?"

"Yes, more."

Fang Xing rubbed his hands and couldn't wait. The young man smiled confidently when he saw him, then put the hot sauce on the oil cake, put it in a plate and delivered it.

"A bowl of soy milk."

Fang Xing picked up a piece of oil cake and took a happily bite. The oil residue exploded in his mouth, and he could even feel the lard flowing in his mouth. Then the oil scent mixed with the noodle scent burst out suddenly, filling the mouth everywhere.

Fang Xing closed his eyes and chewed slowly, waiting for the sound of putting something in front of him, he touched it, took the soy milk to his mouth.

The hot soy milk has no sugar, but the strong soy fragrance in the mouth washes the mouth occupied by the oil cake fragrance, and Fang Xing suddenly feels that his life has come to completion. ,

A man quietly walked over, and Xin Laoqi glanced back, the vigilance in his eyes gradually disappeared.

The man walked behind Fang Xing and whispered: "Uncle, everyone on the roster has been taken."

Fang Xing was drinking soy milk, took a bite of the oil cake, and nodded with contentment, squinting.

The man behind turned and left, Fang Xing ate pancakes, and then walked to the station.

"Master, don't you go to the Ministry of War?"

Fang Xing shook his head and said: "The big thing is set, the best thing now is gentleness, and I am a deterrent here, and I am not stable up and down."

...

With the collection of news from various places, the situation in the south of Ming Dynasty gradually stabilized.

The rebels were either dead or caught, waiting for the opportunity to be sent to the ship, and then all the way overseas to contribute to Daming's overseas development.

But the atmosphere in Jinling City was still tense, because Fang Xing was still there.

Huang Jian's death was a trivial matter, but Fang Xing made a major incident.

As a celebrity in the south, Wang Yuan actually poisoned his disciple, and he still helped his disciple for many years.

The South is shocked!

In Duchayuan, Liu Guan also ate pancakes for breakfast. For example, he was more upscale because of the stuffing.

But after eating the stuffed pancakes, there are some sequelae.

In front of Ducha, the people who came here were all watching Liu Guan.

Liu Guan felt a little heartburn, and some burning in his stomach, which made him very uncomfortable.

The breakfast was surging in his stomach and then to his throat. He couldn't help but burp, and then the pancake mixed with gastric juice returned to his mouth.

He swallowed the oil cakes back, settled, and said: "Wang Yuan has a solid evidence of poisoning Huang Jian, and he also confessed that this case is serious and involves human relations. You should let Daming know about it and take it as a warning."

The people were a little dissatisfied with being driven, but they were a little excited after hearing this topic.

Human relations tragedies are embarrassing, but gossip is inevitable.

Wang Yuan's arrest in Jinling City caused a commotion, and the gentry clamored.

Fang Xing didn't care at the time, and when those people clamored that this was Fang Xing's public revenge, which caused the people to be suspicious, he released Wang Yuan's evidence of crimes, and Jinling was silent for a while.

"Wang Yuan was planning a misconduct from the time of Emperor Wen. He helped Wen Fang and others become famous, and then used his personal connections to send them to Emperor Ren..."

This is a secret, the people are listening in good spirits, and the complaints that have been rushed have disappeared.

Liu Guan felt that his chest and abdomen were being burned. He frowned and said, "Wen Fang and others are conspiring to rebel. Wang Yuan knew that he was in danger, so he began to dormant."

"Old thief!"

Someone cursed, and then frightened.

According to the rules of the past, such behaviors will be uncovered for public display.

But the officers and sergeants on the side did not move.

Liu Guan didn't move even more, and said: "Who is this celebrity who is working so hard to seek rebellion?"

Seeing that some people were talking and no one was in charge, some people shouted: "My lord, some people say that celebrities and prostitutes are the same. They all need to be famous."

This was too vulgar. There was a sergeant who watched Liu Guan, but he didn't get any hint.

So the people are more courageous.

"Don't underestimate the famous prostitutes. The famous prostitutes have good ethics. If you follow this today, you will follow that tomorrow. It is not a famous prostitute. Those who are half-closed are better than her."

After a burst of laughter, seeing Liu Guan ignore it, some people said it was even more fruity.

"The famous prostitutes still have to practice their skills, the bed is not good, no one cares about any name. But the famous..."

"Some famous prostitutes do not sell themselves, just like some celebrities, they are polite, and they are better than anyone else, they are all bigger, but secretly, who knows the nasty inside!"

"Men's thieves and women's prostitution, I'm pooh!"

Liu Guan was enduring the discomfort in his chest and abdomen, regardless of the increasingly heated discussion.

"Since ancient times, celebrities and prostitutes have turned over the wall in the middle of the night!"

...

"...Wang Yuan's reputation is bad, even those so-called celebrities dare not go out, otherwise they will be ridiculed by the people."

"Nowadays, there is not much respect for the gentry in the city, and there is no longer a scene of those people being domineering."

Fang Xing nodded, and said, "From the initial anger to the current sweeping of the gentleman, their reputations have been discredited. In the past, they were able to use public opinion to build momentum and regain the situation. It can be seen that the Di Bao in the DPRK has been issued three times in a row. The gentry’s loyalty 'No doubt, no one will listen to their bewitching.'

Fang Xing was very satisfied, and then called the Jinling officials to come and order some precautions.

Then the news that he was going back to Beijing spread all over Jinling, and then slowly spread to the entire south.

The mood in Jinling City is very complicated, probably half of it staying, and half wishing him to get out.

Fang Xing refused when Cao An came to see him.

At his level, many things depend on the timing, and it will be over after that, and forcing it to continue will only cause trouble in the future.

So in one early morning, Fang Xing took the Jubao Mountain Guard and prepared to set off.

Before leaving the city, a group of people were stuck in the city gate.

Two old people stood in front, behind them was a big man with a plate.

"Master, practice wine!"

Fang Xing's heart warmed, and he dismounted and walked slowly over.

The two old men bowed their hands, and the people behind them saluted.

The sergeant guarding the city stood on the side watching this scene with some inexplicable joy.

"Xinghe Bo has worked hard."

An old man turned around and took a bowl of wine. Another old man said: "Some people are dissatisfied with the blood, some are dissatisfied with the lack of benefits, but there is no rule without rules. The south is clear from the uncle..."

Fang Xing looked at the appearance of the people with their heads down~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and knew that this was a real practice.

They were afraid of being seen by the gentry, afraid of being retaliated afterwards, but they still came.

But after clearing the land, they will pay a lot less taxes this year.

This is the benefit. The people only look at this, and they believe whoever can benefit them.

This realistic and simple view of likes and dislikes has no research value, but it is worthy of every official to ponder and explore.

Fang Xing felt agitated, took the wine bowl, raised his head and went to work.

The drink ran down his chin, and his throat kept surging.

He finished drinking the bowl of wine and smiled and said, "Thank you for sending it away. No matter what others think, the days will pass slowly. Everyone will slowly know what is good and what is bad. Daming..."

He put the bowl back, looked at these people and said, "Daming will get better and better, and your life will get better and better."

An old man led a horse for him, Fang Xing was panicked, but couldn't refuse.

After he got on the horse, he arched his hands and said: "A family is good or not, and thousands of families are smiling. This is the original intention of your majesty. He only hopes that the north and the south are integrated, and they are all bathed in sunshine."

"Xing He Bo slow down..."

Everyone drew off the road and all bowed together.

Fang Xing went out of the city and saw that the gathering of Baoshan Guards outside the city had been assembled, and they joined together.

As the footsteps went away, the people gradually dispersed.

"The latest news is here!"

The sun was high in the sky, and a horse entered the city and stopped at the city gate. Two young men took a bamboo tube.

Open the bamboo tube and see Ming Pao inside.

They put the newspaper on the wall in the door, and gradually surrounded some people.

"...The title article of this issue...South and North Junan..."