Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

　　 With one more student, Fang Xing had to teach some basic knowledge again. For this reason, Liu Pu was greatly honored, but at the same time he was "hatred" by Zhu Zhanji and Ma Su.

　　 Putting down the teaching materials, Fang Xing took a look at the time, and then explained: "Reading is never the purpose, but a process of cognition of the world. In order not to teach you to be ruthless, so today you go to the village to dig a ditch."

　　 After Fang Xing left, Liu Pu widened his eyes and asked: "His Royal Highness, do you still need to farm when studying here?"

　　 Zhu Zhanji has already started to move his hands and feet, and said blankly after hearing the words: "You'd better hurry, or you can make you work until dark."

"impossible…"

　　 Liu Pu felt that Zhu Zhanji was intimidating himself.

　　Ma Su was the most clever. When Liu Pu was still doubting his life, he had already changed into a coarse cloth.

　　 Zhu Zhanji looked at it and immediately shouted: "Ma Su, where's mine?"

　　Ma Su smiled and said: "The teacher said that you have to wash the clothes yourself, and yours is still dirty there."

　　 I am dizzy!

　　 Liu Pu looked at Zhu Zhanji in shock: This is the emperor grandson of the Kingdom! In the future, he will become the emperor's character. Not only did Fang Xing let him dig trenches and farm, he even dared to let him wash his clothes.

　　 Where is this place?

　　 Liu Pu walked out of the study and looked at the empty door.

　　 I thought this was the Royal Academy!

　　I don’t know if there is a royal college, but even if there is, I dare not let the emperor grandson wash clothes by himself.

When 　　 and the other three appeared in the village, Liu Pu, wearing a brocade robe, became the focus of everyone's attention. Even Zhu Zhanji, who was dressed in dirty clothes, could not rob him of the limelight.

　　Xin Laoqi looked at the three people sympathetically, but he returned to sympathy, he still sent out a shovel alone.

　　 The empty farmland was level, and Fang Xing stood beside an old farmer. After consulting for a while, Fang Xing asked someone to draw a line in the field, and first dug a demonstration area.

　　 "All the lines in the line are dug according to this depth, and a few key places are digging larger, otherwise the fish will die from heat."

　　 That's right, Fang Xing was preparing to raise fish in the rice field at this time.

　　 There is a long history of fish farming in rice fields, especially in the south.

　　 "Can fish also be raised in this field?"

　　 Liupu tucked the hem of the dress into the belt, spat in the palm of his hand, and asked curiously.

　　Masu is already starting to dry, and he casually said: "Yes, and the fish raised in the rice fields taste sweet, much better than the fish in the river."

　　 Zhu Zhanji also said with a sense of superiority: "Paddy fish farming can not only fatten the fields, but also eliminate pests. This is a multitude of things in one fell swoop!"

　　 Liu Pu couldn't help but look sideways. He wondered how the emperor grandson could even understand farm work?

　　 "Don't rush, there will only be steamed buns if you can't finish lunch... steamed buns made of black noodles."

　　 Fang Xing hugged the bell, sat on Tiankan without being too dirty at all, and said slowly.

　　 I said!

　　 Zhu Zhanji remembered the taste of black-faced steamed buns, and immediately shouted: "Hurry up, don't think about the chance to eat it."

　　Since it is to work, Fang Xing will inevitably be supervised. No, he himself sat there like an old wealthy landlord, only holding a birdcage in his hand.

　　 But the bells are not bad!

　　 The little milk dog grew up every day, only when he woke up, he put it down, and immediately ran to the right with joy.

　　 "Woo... barking!"

　　 Although the bell is small, the sharp teeth in the mouth have grown out, and the limbs are strong. Seeing it fluttering to the left and right in the field, Fang Xing felt that this day was really pleasant!

　　 The temperature today is about seven or eight degrees Celsius, but the three people in the field have already taken off their coats, revealing three different underwears.

　　 "Hey! Look, that man's underwear is actually made of silk, so extravagant!"

　　 "Luxury fart, you can't even dig a ditch, and you will probably be hungry and full in the future."

　　 Two old men passed by here. They didn't know the identity of the three working in the field, so they laughed unscrupulously.

　　 Liu Pu felt a little embarrassed in the face of the old man's ridicule. Think about his dignified Uncle An Yuan, when was he laughed at so much!

　　 Liu Pu was about to sneer, but as soon as he turned his head, he saw that Zhu Zhanji and Ma Su were working hard. They were not affected by these interferences at all, and the progress was much faster than his.

　　 "Hey! Such a good shovel, put it in the hands of that guy, it's useless."

　　 "No, if I change my old man, I must have dug up."

　　 The two old men were sighing that the shovel was actually an iron tool, only to see Fang Xing sitting on the ground at half the price.

　　 "Ouch! Master, why are you here?"

　　 Fang Xing felt that their ridicule was just in line with his educational plan, so he turned around and prepared to talk about a few things, but saw that there were three people behind the two old men.

　　 An old man with a long beard and a tall stature, two strong men.

　　 Fang woke up, and said, "Old man is lost, wait for me to call someone to lead you out."

　　 This is Fangjiazhuang, and others will not go the wrong way.

　　 The old man’s gaze shifted from the field to Fang Xing’s body, his gaze carried a scrutiny, "Are you Fang Xing?"

Yo! Or came to me specifically?

　　 Fang Xing smiled and said, "It's the kid, but the old man came to see me? Then please go sit at home."

　　 The old man shook his head and said, "Why do you want them to dig trenches?"

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Fang Xing immediately said sternly: "Blindly studying hard is too biased. Scholars not only have to work hard, but they also have to learn to work hard. A scholar who doesn’t care about everything, even if he becomes an official, he will only end up suffering and let down the governed Li Shu. Your majesty’s high hopes."

　　 The old man nodded nonchalantly, pointed at the three people in the field and asked, "From your point of view, which of the three is the best?"

　　 This old man is interesting!

Fang Xing asked someone to chat and said, "The one in dirty clothes, that kid has money at home, but can still do these tasks without changing his face, and haven't you found out? He has already found the trick to digging trenches. This is talent!"

　　 The faces of the two big men behind the old man twitched, and then quickly calmed down.

　　 "Oh! That means you have vision."

　　 "Of course, my vision..."

　　 Fang Xing was about to brag about it, but he saw that the bell was running over with a gray-black thing in his mouth.

what is that?

　　 "Bell, that's a mouse, throw it to me!"

　　 Fang woke up and held down the bell, but after thinking about it, he finally touched its head and praised: "My bell is really capable, so I can prey on its own at such a young age."

　　 quietly threw the dead voles behind him, and when he woke up, he took out a tissue and wiped the bell's mouth.

　　 "Go home and find your mother, let her give you delicious food."

　　 Bell stood on the ground, staring at the vole thrown at the feet of the old man with swarthy eyes, and then arched his body, calling out at the old man as if he was facing an enemy.

　　 "Woo..."

　　 "Why is this dog familiar..."

　　 The old man kicked the field mouse in front of Bell with his feet, and then he looked thoughtful.