Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Rhubarb, come here!"

In the Fang's backyard, Wanwan was squatting on the ground, waving at the goose.

"No bells are allowed!"

Wanwan pointed to the eager bell beside her and said, that little appearance is really incredible.

"Woohoo!"

Bell, who fell out of favor, felt that the dog was desolate, so he lay aggrieved on the ground and covered the dog's face with his two front paws.

Fang Xing watched this scene with a smile, and was about to call Bell to comfort him, but Bell suddenly pricked his ears.

"Master, there is someone from the palace!"

Fang Xing asked Liang Zhong in confusion: "I said Lao Liang, haven't you heard anything from the palace today?"

Liang Zhong said with a serious face: "Mr. Fang should go ahead as soon as possible. It is best if Zhang Shuren also go."

Nima! Is this a crime?

Fang Xing felt that his legs were a bit soft, but thinking of his life-saving methods, he said solemnly: "Since this is the case, then Shuhui let me go."

Outside the front hall, Fang Xing saw an **** in the middle guarding by two rows.

When the **** saw Fang wake up, he coughed, "Since Mr. Fang is here, let's get ready to start."

Fang Xing handed his hand: "It's Fang, you guys are here... why don't we have a meal first?"

The eunuch's cheek twitched a few times, remembering how tired he was when he woke up last time in Xinghe, and he hummed, "Fang Xing, get ready to take the order."

Zhang Shuhui also gave Fang Xing a wink from the side, motioning him to be more respectful.

Fang Xing was startled and asked, "Isn't all this imperial decree to be notified a day in advance? Why did it come just like this today?"

Could it be that Zhu Di was angry and wanted to ransack his home?

But there is no need for ceremonies to copy the house! Jin Yiwei is enough.

The **** said helplessly: "Fang Xing, take the order."

"Oh oh oh!"

Fang Xing thought that he would stretch his head with a stab and shrink his head with a stab.

After Fang Xing and his wife were ready, the **** put one end of his face and said in a slightly sharp voice: "Fengtian carries the emperor..."

The imperial decree of the early Ming Dynasty is very interesting, and Zhu Yuanzhang’s will not be mentioned, the founding emperor, and he was a cow-herding baby when he was a child, so he cannot be exacting.

But Zhu Di's imperial decree is still unique. For example, when he made an decree to the workers of the Taoist temple in Wudang Mountain the year before, he used the vernacular and he was very particular about inducement.

——The officials, the people, the people, etc., Haosheng abide by my words, work diligently, and don't be lazy. Finished early, go home and rest. Therefore, the encyclical.

Finished earlier, so you can go home!

Look, this is Zhu Di. If it is other emperors, I am afraid that most of them will directly threaten you: when the time is not finished, you can wait and die!

Fang Xing just thought about it, but only heard some important points in the contents of the imperial edict.

"...Fengtian Yiyun recommends... Xing He Bo... Iron ticket... Eight Hundred Stones..."

After the **** finished reading the imperial edict, seeing Fang Xing in a daze, he reminded him: "Xing He Bo, accept the edict."

Lao Tzu is also uncle?

Fang Xing took the imperial decree, which was to be enshrined, and if he was moth-eaten, he had to apply for a replacement.

Lao Tzu is finally uncle? Ha ha ha ha!

Fang Xing couldn't be disappointed, Zhu Di was different from his Lao Tzu, and most of the knighted generals were able to start and end well in Yongle.

Moreover, after Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanji came to power, even if the Fang family had a smooth transition, there would be absolutely no problem in the future.

Iron rice bowl!

Fang Xing took the iron voucher again, and was delighted when he looked at the thing that was about the same shape as a tile.

——The word in the middle is inlaid with gold!

Seeing Fang Xing looking at the words, the **** coughed dryly: "Uncle Xinghe, the imperial edict and the iron vouchers should be kept for good, if they are lost..."

Fang Xing didn't raise his head and said, "That's impossible. My dog ​​is great, Jia Ding is even more powerful."

Zhang Shuhui whispered from the side: "Husband, there is no such thing as a civil or military character!"

"What is the name of civil and military?"

Fang Xing looked at this iron ticket, the more he looked at it, the happier he became. This is a family heirloom!

Zhang Shuhui said to the **** Fushen: "Dare to ask father-in-law, why is there no difference between civil and martial arts?"

The **** gave Fang Xing a contemptuous look, and then replied: "Mrs. Bo, our family is not clear about this matter, but this is a reward appointed by your majesty, and I think it is a bit deep in it."

The knights of Daming were divided into civil and military since Zhu Yuanzhang.

Somehow Zhang Shuhui's family had two knights, although one was named after death. So she felt wrong when she heard it.

Only then did Fang Xing understand this. He smiled bitterly and said, "Are we going to do nothing? Or that your Majesty has forgotten it."

The **** said with a stern face: "His majesty, of course, the old man will not forget, so Xing He Bo quickly prepares the memorial to thank you for your gratitude."

Fang Xing looked at the iron ticket in his hand, thinking that it was also uncle anyway, as for the civil servants and generals, just leave it alone.

"Thank you father-in-law, the Fang family prepared some small things, please accept it."

Since Zhu Di was willing to give the iron ticket, Fang Xing was of course willing to give it a favor.

Looking at the envelope Fang Xing handed over, ten thousand beasts were running wild in the heart of the great eunuch.

The benefits of other people's homes are wrapped in small lotuses and passed them quietly. But you are fine. Is this because you are afraid that others will not know it? Everyone in Nima has seen such a big envelope. Do you think our family will accept it or not?

Under the eyes of everyone, the **** finally accepted the envelope, and then said with a face: "Your Majesty has ordered before coming."

Fang Xing had to stand and listen.

"Wala and Alutai's envoys are here, let Fang wake up, if the talk is lost, I will collect his iron ticket!"

Fang Xing was dumbfounded when he heard that, and hurriedly asked: "What does your Majesty want me to talk about?"

Iron coupons can save you from death several times~www.NovelMTL.com~ But the emperors of the old Zhu family are evil in nature. No one takes this seriously. The one who should kill is to kill, not at all.

Even if it is inevitable to die, the iron ticket represents hereditary, and Fang Xing's son can still inherit the title of Xinghe Bo.

There was a smile in the eyes of the chief eunuch, "These are all military affairs, our family dare not to bother, Xing He Bo should still wait for the will."

Fang Xing arched his hands and said, "Then Fang X would like to thank his father-in-law a lot."

When he waited out the door, the chief **** saw that all the dealers had arrived after hearing the news, and his face was full of joy.

There is an uncle sitting here, and Fangjiazhuang has been stable since then, how can you make them unhappy!

At this time, Ma Su was in the Imperial Prison, and he had come to ask for leave.

Qiu Wei is coming, he wants to go home to review his homework instead of listening to those old Confucian lectures in Guozi.

The leave was very smooth, after all, he was sent in by Zhu Zhanji himself, so generally no one would make things difficult for him.

As for Chen Xiao, it was a little more difficult, but this guy had a temperament, and he fell out directly.

"Master is gone, do whatever you like!"

After the two arrived at the gate together, they happened to meet Huaqing.

Huaqing also took time off, but instead of going to the exam, he was going to the Li Family College to give lectures to the students who were preparing for the fall season.

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