The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Under Xiaoxiangxiang's service, Fang Jifan rinsed his mouth. He had just eaten it earlier and the famous doctor came.

The doctor's face glowed with red light, and his face was bright. He heard that the young master's brain disease was getting better and he was called a magic doctor by all the people in the house. Although he was humble in his mouth, he was happy in his heart.

Carried the medicine box as usual, and came to see Fang Jifan with a smile: "I have seen Fang Gongzi, Fang Gongzi looks much better, students first look for the son."

Fang Jifan was a little instinctively afraid of the doctor, and then thought about it, and then looked at him with his nostrils, tilting his legs and said: "The son is good, what pulse, your old dog, roll away."

"Haha ... haha ​​..." The doctor laughed dryly. As a medical doctor, he was scolded as an old dog. It was indeed a humiliating thing. But although it was a little unpleasant, the doctor still showed a smile of relief and emotion. Tao: "Yeah, the son's illness is really good, the old is very ... very ..."

"Go!" Fang Jifan understood his own way of survival. The more arrogant and arrogant, the happier and happier people are. This is really a ... god-like world.

"Good." The doctor was not annoyed, but turned to tell Deng Jian: "If the son has signs of illness again, he must inform him in time, the son ... the old deceased, leave."

Fang Jifan was relieved when he saw that the doctor had left beautifully.

Has just escaped, and Fang Jifan is empty and lonely again. Do you have to pretend that you are a scum in your life?

Can't succeed, so it's boring to live like this, it is necessary to do a big business, but now ...

Fang Jifan stood up and said, "Little Deng Deng ..."

Little Deng Deng is Deng Jian ’s exclusive name, but apparently Deng Jian is not very happy that Fang Jifan calls himself like this, so he answers with a bitter face: "What did the young master do?"

Fang Jifan smiled and said: "Go, accompany Master Ben to walk around the house."

"Okay." Deng Jian took a hurry to fetch a handle of Xiang Fei fan, and a sachet for Sao Bao, inviting the like: "Young Master went out and loved to bring this ..."

Fang Jifan has a black line on his face. Does the owner of this body still have this fun? He smiled and let Xiaoxiangxiang skillfully tie the sachet around his waist, playing with the Xiangfei fan in his hand. There was a poem on the fan. Fang Jifan glanced at it and saw that the fan wrote: 'Advise Jun not to cherish the gold thread clothing, to persuade Jun to take the youth. The flowers can be folded straight and must be folded. ’

The artistic conception of this poem is good, but Fang Jifan knows that the fan master's malicious understanding of this poem, he can't help but scold, hey, stink LIU rogue.

Although I despise my heart, my life has to go on.

Rallied and followed Deng Jian out of the bedroom. At this time, he really saw Nanhe Bo Mansion. Fang Jifan couldn't help but sigh.

This mansion covers a huge area, not to mention 50 acres. The row of ridges is continuous, three in and three out. The main hall, the front hall, the backyard, the cabin and the firewood room are dozens of open. Fang Jifan is very satisfied and subconscious Shaking the Xiangfei fan, the only flaw is that this house ... is a little old, and it has a hundred years of history, it seems very mottled.

He couldn't help saying: "This house should be repaired."

"Repair ... repair house ..." Deng Jian exclaimed in surprise.

Fang Jifan slapped his head: "Dog-like things, the young master's illness, must be because the house is too old, renovated, do you understand?"

Deng Jian smiled again, and said, "Master said good, Master said that the house is sturdy? Understand, I understand, but ... it takes a lot of money to repair the house."

Fang Jifan raised his eyebrows and said, "Dang Tangnan and Bofu, still lacking silver?"

"Missing!" Deng Jian's answer made Fang Jifan a little ignorant: "Young Master is usually irrelevant. The manor in the suburbs of Beijing is thousands of acres of good land. But after all, what is planted is also food. Although Uncle has grace and reward However, there are not many real silvers, they are all our treasures. "

Bao banknotes ...... Fang Jifan understands, this is the unique banknote of Daming, but unfortunately, the court printed too much, it is actually not worth a few dollars.

He suddenly remembered that the economic characteristics of this era were like this. Although the value of the land was high, most of the wealthy households were leased to the farmer for cultivation. Of course, the grain was received, and this grain was also used in the barn Stacked up and exchanged money, but after all, Nan and Befu are so busy and costly. Naturally, do n’t expect much cash on the books.

It's not a way to pretend to be crazy and sell silly like this. It is better to be independent. People only have independence. For example, if they have money, they will not be controlled by others.

Besides, do you really want to be a prodigal son for a lifetime?

Can't do it! Fang Jifan feels that he is also a learning hegemon in his last life. The five good young people must be strong and self-reliant.

But what if there is no money?

Fang Jifan narrowed his eyes, suddenly excited.

There is money!

It is now March 17th in the 11th year of Hongzhi.

Half a month later, Fang Jifan vaguely remembered the local records of Tongzhou, saying that dozens of ships carrying ebony shipwrecked in Beitongzhou, and that ebony was increasingly respected by nobles during Hongzhi years. Therefore, ebony The price continued to climb, and Fang Jifan remembered that the price of ebony skyrocketed to an unprecedented level.

This ebony is rare, and the general shipping is to load a large number of ebony together. The sinking of these dozens of ships means that there will be an extreme shortage of ebony on the market in the future.

Fang Jifan's eyes lit up, a thought came out of his head, hoarding ebony.

But ... silver ... Even before the price doubled, the price of this ebony was scary. He narrowed his eyes and said, "How much silver is still on the house account?"

Deng Jian shivered and looked at Fang Jifan in panic: "It should be no more, and at most it will be a few hundred or two silver, young ... Master, you ... you want to ..."

After listening for a few hundred, Fang Jifan was discouraged, but soon, he had another idea, there was no silver, but Fang's family had land, if ...

He turned his thoughts, wrong, wrong, selling land ... This young master is familiar with history, this ancient people's thinking can be different from modern people. In the eyes of the ancients, land sales, but only the activities of broken down households and prostitutes, would be poked.

Hey ... Prodigal ...

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Fang Jifan was already in front of him, and shouted: "Call the manager and the account room!"

Fang's son is still very powerful. Xu Kungfu, Yang Guanshi and Liu Zhangfang of the house came, and the two were breathless, eyes staring at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan tilted his legs. Although he was sitting, the two of them did n’t dare to be taller than Fang Jifan, so he bowed down, so that it seemed that Fang Jifan was sitting taller than them, and looked down on them. It still feels a bit like a young master.

Fang Jifan said: "How many places are there in the house?"

"Zhuangzi outside the city has 2,370 acres, in addition, there are several mountains, covering an area of ​​thousands of acres." Yang Guanshi asked like a merit, he heard that the young master had a brain disease, these The young master was treating the disease, but I was very concerned. It is said that it is better now, so I looked at the young master straight and wanted to see if the young master is better.

"How much silver can I sell?" Fang Jifan's next sentence, almost did not choke Yang Guanshi.

Yang Guanshi ’s first reaction was actually not worry, but a slightly raised eyebrow, and looked at the Liu account room on the side. Oops, the young master ’s disease ... really good, Fang's family is lucky!

You think, the young master could think of taking the land to sell money. In Beijing city, in addition to our young master, who can say such a dashing expression? Our young master, is really back!

Looking at the beauty on the faces of the two, Fang Jifan felt that the world was crazy, he had to knock the table with a fan handle: "If you ask, how much can you sell, you should give Master Ben a count and give the teeth travel Go out the news, sell the land, sell everything you can sell, you can't stay on one acre. "