Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

　　 The three people in the field were sweating like rain, and no one noticed that Fang Xing had taken the old man to the main house.

　　 Fang Xing thought as he walked, if the old man wants to teach his children and grandchildren, how much should Shu Xiu receive?

　　 Seeing that the old man still has two entourages, at least a few hundred taels should be collected...

　　 So do I need to invest in relationships first?

　　 Thinking of this, Fang Xing saw that the old man had problems with his legs when he crossed the threshold, and smiled: "Is the old man rheumatic?"

　　 The old man went in, stomped his feet, and said faintly: "How do you know?"

　　 The two big guys also watched Fang Xing closely, and there was a great possibility that they would start the film if they didn't agree.

　　 Fang Xinggan smiled and said, "Someone in the family has suffered from this disease before, but they have some experience."

　　 It’s not someone else who is sick, but Fang Xing’s grandfather in his previous life. When the rheumatism offender got up, he had a murderous heart.

　　 "As soon as you commit this disease, the patient's mood will be moody. It is better to treat it early!"

　　 The old man looked around the front yard, and after seeing that there were no extravagant decorations, he asked, "All the doctors I have seen say it is incurable. Do you understand?"

　　 Of course I understand, but I understand too much!

　　 Thinking of the Shu Xiu received every year in the future, Fang Xing bubblingly said in her heart: "This disease cannot be cured by conventional methods. The best thing is to soak in medicinal wine."

　　 "What kind of wine? How to make it?"

　　 The old man became a little interested when he heard it, and immediately asked.

Fang Xing first smiled with a reserved smile, pretended to be forced, and then said with pity: "There are three kinds of snakes for making wine, black snake, white snake, and viper. You should starve the snake for a few days, soak it in strong wine, and then disinfect it. Add raw rehmanniae and rock sugar together and soak in spirits for two years."

　　 Seeing the old man's face silently, Fang Xing simply wrote down the prescription and said, "The wine must be strong, and it must be soaked for two years, otherwise the snake venom will not go away and it will be harmful to people."

　　 The old man took the paper with the prescription written on it and asked: "You don't want to be paid?"

　　 Fang Xing's heart was looking forward to it, but his mouth said abruptly: "Why did the old man say this! Although my generation is not talented, I can respect the old and love the young but understand."

　　 The old man nodded, his eyes swept across Fang Xing again, "I hope you are not insincere."

gone?

　　 He just left?

　　 Fang Xing looked at the old man and walked away, immediately dumbfounded.

　　 Where are your children?

　　 Didn’t you come to me to teach your children and grandchildren?

　　 Shuxiu?

　　 Fang Xing, who felt that he had lost a fortune, saw that Bell was biting a piece of beef, and couldn't help humming, "I should have let you eat the voles."

　　 After finishing their work, the three Zhu Zhanji took a shower in the front yard and then went home.

　　 "Grandpa Emperor, what are you looking at?"

　　 When I arrived at the Nuan Pavilion and saw Zhu Di holding a book from afar, Zhu Zhanji asked with interest.

　　 Zhu Di first looked at his grandson, then got up and moved his legs.

　　 "Grandpa Emperor, why do you read the medical books? But is your body in trouble?"

　　 Zhu Zhanji took a look and asked nervously.

　　 Zhu Di did not answer this question, but said: "Shen Nong's Materia Medica all records that snakes can be used as medicine, and snake wine..."

　　 "Snake wine? I have seen it. It's in Fang Dehua's study..."

　　 Zhu Zhanji remembered the large bottle of snake wine he had seen in Fang Xing's study. The poisonous snake inside looked terrifying.

　　 But Fang Xing doesn't drink this thing, it's just a display, scary.

　　 Zhu Di's body relaxed a little, and there was more love in Zhu Zhanji's eyes.

　　 "Zhanji, I am going to tour north in February, you can go with me."

　　 North Tour?

　　 Zhu Zhanji was shocked, and when he saw that Zhu Di's expression was okay, he boldly persuaded him: "Grandpa Emperor, grandson is bold, dare to ask Grandpa Emperor to postpone his northern tour."

　　 "Oh! Why?"

　　 Zhu Di couldn't tolerate the prince's dissent at all, but Zhu Zhanji was very admonished.

　　 But it also has something to do with Zhu Zhanji's ability to look at him, and he knows how to measure.

　　 "Grandpa Emperor, you want to see the palace's construction, and hit those civil and military weapons by the way, right?"

　　 Zhu Di stroked his beard and said nothing.

Zhu Zhanji paused and continued: "Grandpa Emperor, my father and I went to see the reconstruction of Shuntian Mansion before, and it can be said that I have been working hard. Also, you... are preparing for another northern expedition in the past two years, why shouldn't it be better? Together..."

　　 When talking about the prince Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Di snorted coldly. When he heard the Beizheng, his eyes sharpened instantly.

　　 "Mahamu is bold and complains behind me that Xu Alutai pays tribute, huh! I think he wants the Tatars from Gan*su and Ning*xia."

　　 Mahamu is one of the three kings of Wasabi, and he is the strongest at this time.

　　Zhu Zhanji frowned and said: "Grandpa Emperor, treat these aliens, you should divide them, otherwise later generations will be a major disaster."

　　 Zhu Di laughed and said, "This is what Fang Dehua taught you?"

　　 Zhu Zhanji heard the joking meaning in the words and said, "Grandpa Emperor, throughout the history of the Central Plains, foreigners have never really settled down, but just pretend to be grandsons when they are weak."

　　 Zhu Di looked at Zhu Zhanji's anxious appearance in time, and asked, "What else?"

　　 "There is also left and right to fight!"

　　 Zhu Zhanji simply poured out his thoughts.

　　 "Wa Ci is currently staring at the Tatars, why? I just want to unify the forces left behind by the Mongolian Yuan, and the ultimate goal is me, Daming!"

The officials in the Daily Note wrote flowers, and quickly recorded Zhu Zhanji's words~www.NovelMTL.com~ The Tatars will eventually lose, so Alutai came to pay tribute this time, I should treat them grandly and promise to sell them. Weapon, food and grass, but...I am also short of these things! The price is naturally expensive. "

　　 After Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Di anxiously, not knowing what evaluation his remarks would receive.

　　 Zhu Di looked at the sapphire paperweight on the case table and asked for a long time: "Is this something you came up with, or did that Fang Dehua mean it?"

　　 Zhu Zhanji said confidently: "Grandpa Emperor, I came up with these all by myself."

　　 Zhu Di nodded, threw the sapphire paperweight over, and after Zhu Zhanji caught it in a hurry, he said, "Reward you."

　　 After Zhu Zhanji left, Zhu Di looked at the direction outside the city, a little lost.

　　 "Let's talk about it, did the emperor grandson come up with the saying that the Tatars must be defeated?"

Quietly, a Jinyiwei knelt to the side, and he bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty, the minister checked the work of the emperor grandson, and it mentioned the words that tile thorns will become my great confidant, I don’t know if it’s not. Your Highness himself thinks."

　　 "What did Fang Dehua say?"

　　 "Your Majesty, Fang Xing this person hates the foreign race extremely. Someone once heard him say anything that Jurchen should die."

　　 Zhu Di nodded, and said: "Go and check to see if the Fang family and the Jurchen have any hatred."

　　 Jurchen, or Nvzhi, also known as privet.

The 　　 Jurchens were a downright race at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. They were beaten all over the world, and finally sought the blessing of the Ming Dynasty.

　　 Zhu Di accepted the Jurchens with a broad "mind" and was divided into three parts, one of which was Jianzhou Jurchen.

　　 Later generations couldn’t help sighing: Ming’s benefit is to those belonging to the barbarians, and Jianzhou Jurchen is regarded as the thickest.