The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Fang Fei's words made Zhou and Zhang Huang more interested later.

Soap, perfume, and this fragrance, Zhou and Queen Zhang did not continue to question, but these new words, but in their hearts, invested a little ripple.

Emperor Hongzhi felt bored for a long time. I knew I was n’t here for a long time, but now I walked and walked, not walked and walked away. I listened to these three women very embarrassedly, what to say about washing, what to say about skin care. How is it good.

In this way, it might be better to listen to Zhu Houzhao's face to face. Nonsense. Zhu Houzhao's words, although occasionally harsh, are stronger than this.

After a moment, the child woke up and was embraced by the nurse, who came from Xishan. Now, she puts on new clothes and dresses up again, where there are still traces of crop farmers.

After seeing the child coming, Fang Fei suddenly couldn't care about anything, hugged the child, looked at the left and right, how to see how to see.

At first, the child was just a big mouse, but now, he is like a kitten, curled up in his baby clothes, his eyes are light and windy, so that he can let him rise and fall, I stand still, eat and drink Both eyes are facing the void, and the sense of self-satisfaction in love.

Fang Fei's tears fell like broken beads.

Emperor Hongzhi finally had the opportunity to intervene. Fang Fei was his daughter-in-law. He wanted to get up and tease the children, but it was only because of Fang Fei, but it was not easy to step forward, only with a smile: "I asked the Libe, named Zhu Zaimo, Mo Zhe, Hei Ye, although the word is not good, but the officials from the upper and lower courtesy department said that the sage introduced the ink to the book. It is because of the ink that the classic avenue can survive forever, use the ink to repair the book, and the world Ming. I take this Sun as my ink to make him illuminate the world. "

"Father and Emperor's name is very good, Zhu Zaimo ..." Fang Fei stared at the child, Zhu Zaimo was still a pair, calm and calm, relaxed and self-satisfied, regardless of how others died.

Queen Zhang smiled and said: "Xiaofanzhen was only older than him when he was old. Fang Xiaofan was mischievous and crying, but you look at him, calm and calm, everything hangs high, it doesn't matter. Your own look ... "

Concubine Fang with red eyes broke into tears and hugged for a while. When Zhu Zaimo Mo hummed up, the breast-mother lifted her shirt ...

The emperor Hongzhi couldn't bear to read the book, tragedy, this nurse was good at everything, and she had enough milk to know that she was a person of duty, but there was only one thing, that is ...

Emperor Hongzhi put his eyes to the side and got up: "Okay, I should go to the warm pavilion. The emperor's grandmother and Sun Chen quit."

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Early in the morning the next day, an **** came to Pegasus and gasped to Xishan.

"Du Wei, Du Wei ... the slave-servant came from the order of the Empress Dowager and Zhang Niangniang ..."

"Oh." Fang Jifan casually said: "What's the matter?"

The **** stomped anxiously: "Ask you about soap and perfume."

"Soap and perfume ..."

Sure enough ... I didn't misunderstand the Empress Dowager and Zhang Niangniang.

They really are people-oriented.

I heard that Fang Fei entered the palace yesterday, and then sent some perfume and soap to the palace.

This empress dowager and Zhang Niangniang, have tried it already.

As for the effect ... hehe ...

Fang Jifan said: "This ... because there are not enough raw materials, soap is okay to say, but there are quite a few, but this perfume is a rare thing, and it is made of the Western Region's exotic flower lavender. It ’s for the high princess, so let ’s do it. Soap, when I let the high princess enter the palace, I send ten or eight. As for the perfume, I can only send two bottles into the palace. The juggler, this perfume, but a rarity equivalent to gold, can't be bought if you want to buy it. "

The **** was disappointed.

The soap used for washing is indeed very dry. This point, the empress dowager and Zhang Niangniang are full of praise. How much this soap can be made, the workshop can be built soon, and the high-end can be made with whale oil. Low-grade, lard can be used.

And perfume ... It ’s important to know that lavender is the best raw material for making perfume. Other flowers always have a lot of meaning, but this lavender ca n’t be cultivated at all in the customs, because lavender is the opposite of other flowers. The more humid and rainy the place is, the harder it is to grow. When you have a firm foothold in the Hexi region in the future, you can cultivate a lot. Now ... you can only mean meaning, and first hit the signboard.

Zhu Houzhao stood aside, listening to the empress dowager and mother-in-law eager to ask for this, and they were happy.

Cailu, this is a Cailu.

Zhu Houzhao needs money now, he is poor.

People ’s desires are unsatisfactory. This is the case of Zhu Houzhao. In this world, there are so many women, even ten people, and one woman is willing to consume this, and she will make a fortune.

He was fooling around.

Perfume is the same as gold ... and to make perfume, you have to plant flowers outside the customs, um ... the father and emperor of this palace is really unlucky, shameful to the ancestors, and actually throwing the land of Hexi to Tatar , Heartbroken, heartbroken ...

The **** hastily returned to his life.

Zhu Houzhao took Fang Jifan aside: "Lao Fang, what should I do."

"What should I do?" Fang Jifan looked at the monkey anxious Zhu Houzhao and already understood his thoughts.

"Sale, our perfumes, think about the empress dowager, think about the mother, think about the world, so many women who haven't used perfume, do you ... won't you hurt?"

Fang Ji's demeanor calmed down: "No hurry, no hurry."

Zhu Houzhao frowned: "What do you mean ... Hexi, don't you mean that this perfume needs to plant flowers in the Hexi area before we can extract the essence from the flowers and make perfume, we have to find a way to grow flowers in Hexi ... ... "

Fang Jifan said lightly: "Let's wait and see."

Zhu Houzhao was anxious: "What are you waiting for?"

Fang Jifan said with emotion: "Waiting for my beloved apprentice Jiang Chen, as a teacher, I am thinking of him all the time."

"..."

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Jiang Chen and his entourage, starting from the capital, traveled westward all the way. They passed through Guanzhong. Then, they went out of Guanzhong and went westward along the canyon.

The entire Hexi is a corridor, almost along the muddy Yellow River, running through the canyon, on both sides, there are continuous mountains. This heavy mountain has almost no end. One valley is next to the other. Finally, it becomes a consolidated Guanzhong The land of throats.

Further forward, it was Lanzhou, the countless stacked mountains, because there was a rain a few days ago, the rain was not heavy, but it led to, I do n’t know how many years have piled up, and the bare loess suddenly has a little more greenery , Tenacious weeds, drilled from the cracks of the earth and rocks, clumps of.

It used to be prosperous here.

Because this is the only way to enter the Western Region, there are many in the Western Region. If you want to pay tribute, you must enter the region from here.

The so-called tribute is actually an official trade, and the Ming Dynasty limits the scale of entry for each country, and the official of each country recruits a group of merchants, walks across the Western Region with various goods, passes the Hexi Corridor, and arrives all the way to Daming ’s capital, Daming. Then give them all kinds of silk and porcelain to make them return home with full load.

Therefore, this has also led to the prosperity of the entire Hexi Corridor. Those merchants with various names in the Western Regions, holding camels and horses, secretly brought all kinds of private goods, and traded in Lanzhou and other places. Once here, there were Countless Han people, because of this Silk Road, arrived in Lanzhou and other places, settled here, and outside the city of Lanzhou, the Han people built military fortresses and built military guards. Outside this fort, fields were reclaimed.

Although the land here is barren, there can still be harvests along the irrigated land near the Yellow River. The merchants of the Western Regions traveling here and there have also brought wealth to the military and civilians here.

For this reason, the Tatars stared at this.

Here, there were both rich pastures and valleys outside the southern Jiangxi, deserts, and loess piled up by mountains.

It's just that now all the prosperity has disappeared.

There are countless cultivated fields, and today the military bastions that have been built in the sea and mulberry fields are now left with broken walls, and the villages that once raised cooking smoke have been left empty.

Here ... turned into barren, reclaimed fields, and pastures, the once sparsely populated land, but now the herdsmen's shelter from the wind at night.

There is only a lonely Lanzhou city, sticking to this, outside the city ... only the long loess ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ At this time ... It is already winter, and the snow suddenly flew up and fluttered.

In the westbound team, Jiang Chen saw the countless desolation from the prosperous place after traveling westward all the way, so that his heart was also sinking.

He resolutely and decisively took the person as a patrol, and continued to cross the Lanzhou and continue westbound.

Further west, no one can protect their safety.

There are dozens of them, there are hundreds of horses, some ride horses immediately, and some immediately carry various tools, and everyone wears weapons. They wear sweaters and are covered with a layer of cloak. Going through the snowy skies, it is difficult.

Further west, there are all kinds of military guards. They used to have names, some were called Pingruwei, and some were called Zhenxiwei, and all of them were once famous. In the years of embarrassment, when Emperor Taizuo Gao and Emperor Wen, countless men went out of customs and used blood and flesh in the canyons, the wilderness, and the ancient cities, fighting the Northern Yuan at that time.

Under this loess, there are countless white bones buried, no one remembers the names.

Jiang Chen frowned, he looked at the snowy sky with white breath, and suddenly, he wanted to sing poetry, but suddenly, like a throat in the throat, the cold wind, like a knife, scraped on the face, that night, they Amidst the ruins of Pingruwei, a bonfire was raised, and it temporarily rested.

Under this broken wall, there is a monument that has been covered by snow and has long been unrecognizable. Jiang Chen wiped the snow, and vaguely saw this spotted monument. "The thirteenth year of Hongwu, Song Guogong Feng Sheng Fengzhi Ping thief, hit thieves here, take the first level more than 2,700 ... "

The crooked stele, after that, has become indistinct.

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This chapter is not easy to write, late, sorry.