The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

So, Fang Jifan found a lucky day.

The firecrackers crackled in the house.

Fang Jifan bathed and changed clothes, and held a big gift to receive his disciples.

Twenty-two children knelt under the hall, and Fang Jifan sat high in his chair and drank tea.

The more apprentices, the more Fang Jifan feels that he should be reserved, a look of lightness.

The disciples saluted.

Then, a gift from Shu Xiu was sent.

These gift repair ceremonies were sent by Zhu Houzhao and various trustees.

Fang Jifan has always felt that society needs progress, even if it is discounted, sending some copper coins, or gold and silver, is better than sending some bacon.

But this is impossible.

He looked at the next simple and innocent children and couldn't help feeling. I thought that at the beginning, I was as pure as they were. Unexpectedly, in these few years, he was no longer a child.

Fang Jifan coughed: "After entering our door, we need to study hard and be a teacher ... Ah, no, just like your brothers and sisters, study hard and behave well. Did you understand everything? "

"Why?" Xu Peng raised his face in a daze.

"..." Fang Jifan gave birth to a thought of killing chickens and monkeys.

"Do not ask why!" Fang Jifan said sharply.

Xu Peng raised a confused face: "Why not ask."

Zhu Zaimo said sharply: "Xu Pengju, you shut up."

Xu Pengju seemed to be afraid of Zhu Zaimo, so he kept busy, but he was still thinking ... why.

Under the guidance of the grandmother, the children performed a discipleship, hugged in both hands, and acted.

This ceremony was considered completed.

Fang Jifan stood up and looked at the boys: "From now on, I will be your mentor. There are many of your brothers, including Brother Ouyang, Brother Liu, Brother Tang and Brother Wang ..."

Fang Jifan paused, and then said: "Wait and wait for others. All in all, the first rule of this division is that if you enter my door, you are like a teacher. What you say for the teacher is what you are. If there is any conflict, it does n’t matter. Take your time, being a teacher will slowly educate you. Secondly, we will follow you, and hope you can be a good person like your brothers. Just as a teacher, you should know loyalty and etiquette. , Zhilian shame! "

"Okay, nothing else to say." Fang Jifan shook his head.

Pretending to be a group of little fart kids is just holding a cannon against mosquitoes, which is really boring.

Shake his head and go.

It's important to make money.

After leaving the courtyard, Fang Jifan was about to leave. He led the horse and was about to turn over and face him. He saw humanity: "Fang Xian nephew."

Fang Jifan looked up.

I saw Zhang Mao walked quickly.

Fang Jifan smiled and said to him: "Zhang Shibo, didn't he go to sacrifice today?"

Zhang Mao only yelled, undecided: "Come and come, have something to tell you."

Fang Ji nodded his head and walked obediently.

Zhang Mao sighed and said: "There is one thing, the old man doesn't vomit, he thinks about it, he still has to come to you, my second child, you know, although he is not as successful as Zhang Xin, in the Xiaoqi camp, it is also Gongma is skillful and responsible. He is such a son, Zhang Zixian, you have seen it before. "

Fang Jifan shame: "My apprentice."

"Yes, that guy Zhang Xin, the old man really wants to break his leg. How could he be so bold and dare to hug the child, but what can the old man do when the wood has become a boat and the rice is cooked to mature rice?"

He sighed: "Actually, many people are not ... really not willing to let their children come to study with you, but ... they are still children ... well, nothing, don't say this. The old man means, this son, Give you a teacher's gift. "

Fang Ji nodded: "Yes."

Zhang Mao patted Fang Jifan's shoulder: "But there is one thing, the old man didn't figure it out, he didn't sleep well, the old man said, don't think the old man is thick-skinned."

"Where, where, among the uncles, Zhang Shibo has the thinnest skin."

Zhang Mao laughed and shook his head: "This is of course, otherwise, why does your majesty only believe in the old man? This sacrifice is not for everyone."

Fang Jifan agrees.

Because this is the truth.

It is Wei Guogong who commemorates the Xiaoling Mausoleum in Nanjing. Wei Guogong's status is self-evident. The mausoleum is the mausoleum of the Beijing teachers, Zhang Mao. Others may think that sacrifice is nothing, but in this era, sacrifice is actually the most important thing. Two thousand years ago, there was a saying that national events are Rong, that is to say, the most important thing in a country is to sacrifice its ancestors and fight wars. The war is related to the survival of the country. The sacrifices are related to the rules of law and the orthodoxy of the regime.

The ancestors of China's ancestors are pursuing the worship of their ancestors. The vast majority of them do not believe in ghosts and gods. If there are ghosts and gods, then these ghosts and gods must be the heroic spirits of their ancestors. There is nothing in this world more than ancestors. It matters.

Fang Jifan admired: "Zhang Shibo, I have always admired you, can be so trusted by your majesty, and how holy the majesty of your majesty, wisdom eyes and beads, shows that the virtue of Sebo is admirable enough."

Zhang Mao laughed: "Boy, your mouth is really clever, well, the old man told the truth ... I heard you gave Ouyang Zhi that they set up five acres of land in the new city."

"There is this matter." Fang Jifan nodded.

Zhang Mao said: "That's right, they are your disciples, right? Because they are disciples, you have set aside five acres of land for them. Isn't that Zhang Zixian's child also your disciples, this place ..."

Fang Jifan: "..."

The routines in the city are deep.

Fang Jifan sighed: "If you don't hide, I'm poor ..."

"Forget it, forget it, don't embarrass you, don't say ..." Zhang Mao reddened.

Turn around and go.

Fang Jifan felt uneasy about his conscience: "Slow down."

Zhang Mao looked at Fang Jifan hesitantly.

Fang Jifan said in earnest: "Give it! However, it must not be said to anyone that it is not five acres of land."

It's rare to be generous. Although there is one hundred thousandth less land, Fang Jifan feels a little bit hurt, but after all, Fang Jifan is a conscience person.

Zhang Mao raised his eyebrows: "Okay, okay, okay, I really wanted to beat ... No, I felt sorry for you."

Fang Jifan thought in his heart that this maw was the most important face, but today he came to ask for his own land. Could it be that the British public ... is so tight?

However, if you think about it carefully, the original Fang family was not much better. It smashed pots and sold iron, and it did n’t have much assets. The hereditary nobles, on the surface, are actually beautiful, but in fact, they only have so much income, but they ca n’t be small and cannot be People underestimate, and therefore spend money like running water.

Fang Jifan said: "Shi Bo, do you want to earn money?"

Zhang Mao narrowed his eyes: "I don't do anything that violates Wang Fa."

Fang Jifan shook his head: "No, no, no, no money, just earn money, I have to ask you for help."

Zhang Mao was silent for a long time: "You talk about it."

Fang Jifan said: "Recently ... Jingli has been flooded and land prices have plummeted again, right?"

"Yeah." Zhang Mao frowned. He wanted to cry without tears. The Zhang family had many residences in Beijing.

Fang Jifan smiled and said: "Help the nephew to collect it. The nephew can't come forward. You have to go, but it must be carried out quietly. You must keep the secret. I set a maximum price. In addition to the sacrifice, Sebo I ’m also idle, how much can I receive ... how much ... "

Zhang Mao said with surprise: "The capital of the capital, but now more and more worthless, niece, you have to think about it, come, I will tell you about the housing market ..."

Zhang Mao has become an expert in the housing market.

In fact, with the emergence of the new city, there are many experts in the real estate market in Jingli. Everyone can talk about the location, school district, urban construction, road and so on.

Man, it was forced out.

No one has paid attention to this before.

But now ... but all the merchants, ministers of culture and martial arts, and Xungui are working together to study this.

Zhang Mao followed a group of people and joined in the excitement. He pursed his lips: "Beijing is now an old city. Countless officials and rich people generally come to the new city. How many people are willing to buy a home? Once the population is lost ... … Yeah, and the school ... "

Halfway through, he looked weird.

Isn't this Fang Jifan the culprit of his mother?

He looked at Fang Jifan oddly: "Don't talk, the class gets axe, the old man is worse than going back and beating Zhang Xin's dog-like things."

He paused: "The matter you asked for, it's easy to deal with, in the capital, and my old Zhang Jiashu? I closed my eyes and knew where there was a stone Who lives there, but what do you want the capital to do? "

Fang Jifan thought hard: "Relief the people!"

"..." Zhang Mao didn't understand, but he faintly felt that Fang Jifan was beginning to sharpen his sword again. God knows this time that the machete was on his head.

Looked at Zhang Mao suspiciously.

Fang Jifan laughed and almost burst into tears.

Tears slipped from the corner of his eyes.

Upon seeing Fang Jifan laugh, Zhang Mao also chuckled.

But Fang Jifan thought.

Others think that our Fang Jifan is a joke.

I thought that Jifan was peeling and cramping.

But ... who knows ... Fang Jifan was thinking about it, but it was just a meal for countless people.

So Fang Jifan laughed like a joke, but these tears were real value. This is not tears in laughter, but tears in laughter.

"For this matter, you can rest assured that the old man will help the nephew anyway."

Fang Jifan nodded: "There is labor."

He immediately turned over and said goodbye to Zhang Mao.

Zhang Mao couldn't help saying: "Where is the world nephew?"

Fang Jifan dropped a sentence: "Sell a house!"

Zhang Mao watched Fang Jifan mount his horse and left.

Can't help shaking his head.

This child ...

Something is unclear ...

His smile just seemed to imply something.

Hey……

Zhang Mao sighed.

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Thanks to the new classmate "Fisherman 囖" classmates, sometimes writing and writing are tired, looking at the reader names of all the leaders, the tiger is very happy. In the eyes of the tiger, the bosses are like the red sleeves, which can always make the tiger code At that time, refreshed.

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