Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The construction site has never been a good place. Whether it is a supervising sergeant or a foreman, there are often some black ideas brewing in it.

Mankind is immortal, and corruption continues.

Benefits are like magnets, which can make people's emotions lean over.

Fang Xing and Cao Fei stood on a small hill made of dug-out soil, silently watching the construction site not far away.

Cao Fei looked solemn, and there was no such thing as yesterday's wretched appearance.

He watched a team of carts pulled the dug out of the soil towards this side, and said, "It's all hard work."

Fang Xing didn’t speculate about these words, “Those people will definitely not dare to speak for Brother Yu. It’s impossible to replace them, but they are not reconciled, worrying that the future prince will be the same as the current majesty, even It will be more vivid."

At this time, a carriage stopped, and the carriage could not stop kicking the ground, but refused to go.

The coachman was furious. They all pulled the carts and counted the money according to the number of the carts. Once the horse strikes, he will come in vain.

"The cow does not drink water and presses its head, what's the use!"

Fang Xing saw that the coachman was whipping the horse, and shook his head, saying: "At this moment, the chariot is like a horse that refuses to go. Whiplash is naturally one of the methods, but more is to exchange benefits. ."

Cao Fei asked a little unexpectedly: "Does your majesty still have to give them benefits? For example, re-approving the gentry's tax exemption."

Fang Xing shook his head: "It is inevitable for the prince to become a prince. His Majesty has been dragging it all the time, but to keep his grape trusses. In addition, it is a buffer. You must wait for the clearing of the fields before canonization, otherwise it will be chaotic."

People probably didn't dare to listen to this, but Cao Fei was fearless as an old man in the palace.

He smiled and said: "When our house came out, the atmosphere in the palace was a bit bad."

"I am very sure of that."

Fang Xing didn't think that Sun had any room to fight back, she didn't even dare to turn his face with Zhu Zhanji.

Cao Fei stomped his feet, probably thinking of something funny, so he smiled: "Your Majesty first threw out the idea of ​​Li Chu, and then sat and watched the turmoil below. The only thing to worry about at the moment is the palace. Fortunately, the empress is very calm. , As usual every day."

"She is the queen and Corn is the eldest son. What is she afraid of?"

The queen has gradually become more calm over the years, at least she won't be at a loss as usual.

"Mrs. Zun has entered the palace several times, and it is said that I had a very happy conversation with the empress."

"Uncle Xinghe, three generations have passed, and another generation will be four generations of veterans."

For the four generations instead of the four dynasties, Cao Fei's sense of accuracy is surprisingly good.

Fang Xing was watching the parked big car.

After a few whiplashes, the coachman couldn't bear it, but pushed and cursed.

At this time an old man came, and he walked over and touched the horse's head and looked into its eyes. Then he squatted down and lifted his horse's hoof with his hands.

The horse was so cleverly at his mercy.

The old man looked on the horseshoe, then found something and pulled it out.

The driver was thankful for his gratitude, and the old man frowned and said a few words, probably not to be anxious when doing things, and to find out the reasons.

After the old man left, the coachman ran to find the foreman, which should mean asking for leave.

After returning, he unloaded a cart of dirt and even a cart.

The coachman was pulling the cart, and the horse followed, rubbing his owner with his head from time to time, and the coachman from time to time reached out to touch his head.

"This is mutual understanding, but the gentry and officials have less understanding of your majesty and state affairs, and they only remember their own interests."

There are only two of them here, so Fang Xing speaks boldly.

"What kind of **** orthodoxy, the so-called orthodoxy is what they eat. They are not defending the orthodoxy, but their iron rice bowl!"

"See you Xinghe Bogao!"

Cao Fei leaned over and picked up a piece of soil, broke it to pieces, and threw it out.

"We don't care about the orthodoxy, we only know that once the prince goes up, the situation in the DPRK will become tense again, and the source of all this is you Xinghe Bo."

Fang Xing nodded slightly.

"Those people are afraid that you will be the teacher of the future prince, but the concubine is not afraid, but there is no chance."

Cao Fei seemed to be an old man Zhu Zhanji trusted, so even the Sun family in the palace dared to tease him.

"If you Xinghe became the prince's teacher, the Confucian people would have to worry about losing their jobs, and the prince's situation would be very difficult."

"so what?"

Fang Xing's attitude was very firm, "I taught the prince!"

"You taught the prince, but who can trouble me to clean it up?"

Cao Fei said with a headache: "Our family in the palace knows that those people are staring at the position of the Prince's teacher, but your Majesty Xinghe has long been set for you, no matter what, a headache!"

"Smooth sailing is not innovation!"

Fang Xing shook his hand slightly, as if to shake off something, and then strode off the small dirt bag.

Cao Fei watched him go down, and when he saw Jin Youzi and others coming in the distance, he smiled and said, "You are in the same bed with different dreams. You don't know it when you seek skin from a tiger!"

As the weather hasn't warmed yet, the soil below is still frozen and hard. In order to stabilize the foundation, Fang Xing and Jin Youzi discussed it and decided to stop rolling and only excavate the earth.

As a result, the progress of the project has been greatly accelerated.

As long as work does not stop, it is a happy day for the folks. As for other things, at most gossip when boring.

"I heard that a prince will be established."

"Good thing, they said that this is the foundation of the country, and it will be stable after the establishment of the Ming Dynasty."

"But those scholars are panicking! They say this country is not good."

"Bullshit, the eldest prince heard how old he is, what's so good?"

"They worry that Xing He Bo will become the Prince's teacher."

...

Fang Xing remained the same, checking on the construction site every day, as if he had come to Shandong to supervise the work.

But building a road actually requires Fang Xing and Jin Youzi~www.wuxiaspot.com~ plus Yan Dajian to supervise the work, which is a bit bigger.

So Jin Youzi went to inspect everywhere, and he would inevitably summon the local gentry to speak wherever he went.

"Be brave and diligent, don't read dead books!"

In the government office of Dongchang Mansion, crowds of people stood in the open space in front of the lobby.

The prefect led the officials to stand in the front, and at the back was the local well-known gentry.

Jin Youzi's white beard quivered with the rhythm of his speech, hard, like a frozen brush.

"Reading is the first, and the second is the article, but the article is not rigid."

Jin Youzi squeezed his left hand, palm up, and then slowly popped his thumb up and said, "The article is mainly about the topic. Don't make troubles, don't make troubles with mountains and rivers. What you want is the country and the people."

His eyes are sharp and his voice is powerful.

"The saint's words must be kept in mind, thinking about the national economy and the people's livelihood, and don't pull about the principles of life, that's bullshit!"

Uh!

There was a commotion from below, and the gentry wondered if the old man above was a fake Jin Youzi.

But Jin Youzi said very firmly: "The old man wrote a letter back to Beijing when he turned around. I want to remind my colleagues and my Majesty that future trials must be close to the national economy and the people's livelihood, and students must be tested on current affairs. If you don’t understand, then Go home, and later teach some boys literacy to make a living, or go farming by yourself!"

There was a noise from below, and the prefect turned around and said in a deep voice, "Quiet."

This is why the county magistrate is not as good as the current one.

The Zaifu of Jin Youzi's dignified man was talking loudly, but the prefect, who was much less powerful and official than his, just glanced at the gentry, and the scene was quiet.

Jin Youzi was sad, and the idea of ​​transforming Confucianism was born last night, and it dissipated almost instantly.

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