Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The person spraying the yellow blessing is a forty or fifty-year-old old man with a pale head and a firm look. Hunting Ω text Ω network www. "LieWen. Cc There is a young man in his teens who is persuading him.

"Master Huang, all those women are wearing them, even their feet are exposed, do you need to be decent?"

The old man was not afraid of Huang Fu's identity, and continued to spout: "Don't look at any indecent assault, look at those people, they are wicked and humiliating!"

Those immigrants are already drinking broth and eating steamed buns, but they are all looking towards the city gate, because there are more than a hundred young women there.

Fang Xing waved his hand, and the women held wild flowers and walked in front of the more than one hundred scholars, offering flowers one-on-one.

"Friends are coming from afar, welcome..."

After several days of training, these women said the welcome words very slippery, and their smiles were perfect.

Fang Xing saw that most of the scholars were red-faced and stood there dumbfounded after taking the flowers.

"What kind of style is it! What kind of style is it!"

When the old man saw this scene, he went to the city angrily. The young man hurriedly helped him and persuaded: "Father, all the adults are here!"

But the old man went into the city regardless, and gave Huang Fu a faceless face.

Wen Shengzhai smiled bitterly: "That's Mr. Pan Shi, who is known to be educated and inexperienced. He heard that the professor who was recruited by the Ministry of Ritual to Jiaozhi not only came by himself, but also brought his youngest son."

Mr. Panshi's name is Li Zhengyang, and he has devoted his life to spreading Confucianism.

And his youngest son, Li Chun, was only fourteen years old, and he was pulled to make a contribution by his father.

"interesting."

Fang Xing hated that kind of hypocrite, but couldn't hate such idiots as Li Zhengyang.

Fang Xing came out after the scholars and immigrants had lunch outside the city gate.

"Everyone has worked hard from a long distance, and Master Huang has prepared a place to live, just waiting for everyone to move in."

Those immigrants are okay, most of them are looking forward to their future lives.

But the Confucian scholars listened blankly, listening to Fang Xing, the traitor of Confucianism, speaking.

"Everyone has come far away, family members are not there, but the Cochin woman admires me for a long time..."

Fang Xing paused and saw that most of the people raised their heads, and then smiled: "There are few men in the war for many years, but can we watch those women live alone?"

"can not!"

A **** man in the immigrants shouted with a red face, and then hid timidly.

Fang Xing burst into laughter. Just when everyone thought he was going to blame the **** man, he nodded in agreement and said, "Yes, as men of Da Ming, we definitely can't!"

Seeing Fang Xing's peace, someone in the immigrants asked: "Uncle, when do you divide your daughter-in-law? Let's just think about this."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The immigrants burst into laughter, and the embarrassment just now was driven away by laughter.

"immediately!"

Of course Fang Xing would not be ambiguous. He discussed this with Huang Fu, and that is to use these Jiaozhi daughter-in-laws to tie up the immigrants.

As for the Confucian scholars who are pretending to be gentlemen, Fang Xing believes that it will not take long for them to change naturally.

"good!"

When I heard about my wife, the tired immigrants all the way hurriedly carried their burdens on their backs.

"There can be one."

Fang Xing warned: "It's not allowed to hit women casually. If someone wants to be a sluggard and boring to beat his wife all day long, then Jiao Chi doesn't need him here, he will go back wherever he comes from, and future immigrants will not consider this. people."

Whoever hits his wife is just hitting Fang Xing's face. He vowed to protect the rights and interests of Jiaozhi women. To this day, at least the Jiaozhou government has seen results.

More than 300 people, more than 300 labor in the sugar cane fields, and only half of the remuneration.

Not only did Xiao Niang become the patron saint in the eyes of Jiao Zhi women, but Xing He Bo's name resounded throughout the earth.

——The honorable person who understands women's hearts best!

These immigrants will be arranged in prepared villages. The houses are also ready-made wooden houses, and even pots and pans, seeds and other things are also available.

Everything is ready, only a wife is left.

After these men were washed out, there were already thousands of women outside the city.

Tall, short, fat and thin, black and white, even if the appearance is plain, they still make these guys swallow their saliva frantically.

"Let's grab lots."

Fang Xing nodded, and immediately someone gave each of these women a piece of paper with a number written on it.

Then dozens of baskets containing paper **** were brought over.

"Take lots by yourself, whoever gets caught, live your life well in the future, and strive to hug your child as soon as possible!"

Huang Fu looked at these men with satisfaction: This is the existence of Daming in Jiaozhi!

When the population continues to multiply in the future, the Jiaozhi people will no longer miss their homeland, and Ming's rule here will be as stable as Mount Tai.

Huang Fu turned around and saw that Fang Xing had slipped away. He couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "Lazy boy, the rest of the troubles are left to the old man."

Fang wakes up to find the Mr. Panshi who has vowed to devote his life to Confucianism, but can't find it. In the end, a Cochin woman tells the old man where he is going.

Mo Chou Inn, this is an inn run by Han people.

The origin of the name is also the boss's daughter Mo Chou.

The boss Hu Die, this Jinling man fell into disarray in his early years, and at last he was cruel, he followed the army to Jiaozhi.

Mo Chou Inn is not big in Dongguan City, and the business can only sustain the lives of Hu Die and his daughter.

"Daddy, a guest is here."

Fifteen-year-old Mo Chou was at the age when she couldn't sit still. She combed her two friezes, her face could not be covered with joy and exclaimed.

"I see, Mo Chou pours tea for the guests first."

Hu Die's voice came upstairs. He was setting up the accommodation for Li Zhengyang and his son.

Fang Xing watched with interest as Mo Chou poured tea. The tea was not good, and the cup was not good.

The girl has calluses on her hands and seems to be working frequently.

Mo Chou poured the tea, his smiling nose wrinkled slightly, looking extremely cute.

"Are guests staying?"

"No, just to find someone."

Hearing Fang Xing's words, Mo Chou's little face suddenly became a little melancholy. Fang Xing looked at the simple lobby and asked, "Is there any food?"

"Yes!"

That little face immediately brightened, and Fang Xing felt like an orchid, extraordinarily pure.

"Then make some good dishes."

Seeing this smiling face, Fang Xing's mood improved somehow, and he nodded to Xin Laoqi.

Seeing Xin Laoqi going out, Mo Chou said disappointedly: "There are chickens, fish, and pork. What do the guests want?"

Xin Laoqi is tall and can eat at a glance. If he is there, he can at least make more money.

"All ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Fang Xing pointed upstairs, and the knife went up quietly.

"Really?" Mo Chou looked at Fang Xing's purse, worried that Fang Xing would not have the money to pay.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

A cute little girl was pretending to be an adult, which made Fang Xing laugh, and then there were rapid footsteps upstairs.

"Mo Chou, who is here?"

Hu Die was worried that his daughter was being bullied, and ignored Li Zhengyang, so he hurried down.

Fang Xing nodded slightly at Hu Die, and then asked, "Your name is Mo Chou? Is it Mo Chou from Mochou Lake?"

Mo Chou said joyfully: "Yes, my home is in Jinling. Later, my dad and I went to Jiaozhi to open the inn."

Hu Die opened an inn, and he has a natural vision. Although Fang Xing wears ordinary clothes, he has a long knife around his waist and his attitude is calm. At first sight, he is no ordinary person.