Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Now, Wang Shouren finally decided not to think about studying Fang Jifan anymore, Wang Hua finally breathed a sigh of relief, but when he heard his son's request, his blood began to congest again.

This day is really unbearable.

Since he was a child, this unlucky child has made himself worry, let you study for the imperial examination, you said there are more important things than the imperial examination; let you get married, you ran away on the day of your wedding, and ran to study health preservation with a Taoist; Do a good job of filial piety at home, but you actually went to Juyongguan and Shanhaiguan for a tour. I thought that you finally made up your mind and took the imperial examination obediently. Now that you are ranked fourth in the exam, you can be regarded as a hero of Lao Tzu, and the number one scholar for your father.

But in the end, you were told to prepare for the palace examination, but you went to study Fang Jifan. After you finished studying Fang Jifan, you turned your head and wanted to say something. Come on, you bastard, you are still young, what right do you have to make irresponsible remarks on border affairs? Are all the princes in the court and the center inferior to you?

Wang Hua slammed the copybook, and finally couldn't help it anymore, his eyes were red, and his face was bloodshot: "Whose son are you, you don't even look like an old man!"

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In the early morning of the next day, although the weather was warmer, at this time, the morning mist was lingering, and the dew on the body was still icy cold.

Early this morning, it was the court meeting, and all civil and military officials above the fifth rank were present. Originally, Zhu Houzhao was also going, but he complained of illness again. This frequent complaint is quite Fang Jifan's demeanor, uh... No, Fang Jifan also learned from him.

Although he was complaining about illness, Zhu Houzhao didn't even look sick at all, but his face was flushed and he was in high spirits.

He had already distributed the dozens of ripe melons. First, he ordered Liu Jin to carry two melons into the palace, which were to honor the Empress Dowager and Empress Zhang.

Then he ordered Zhang Yong to prepare a large cart, and he and Fang Jifan rode in front, followed by a group of guards and eunuchs who loaded melons into the cart, covered it with a black awning, and drove all the way to Donghua Gate.

The cart stopped not far from the dismounting stele.

This Donghua Gate is close to many yamen halls, and almost the offices of the Jiuqing of various ministries in central Beijing are against the Drum Tower of Donghua Gate.

According to the calculations of Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan, all the hundreds of civil and military ministers who attended the court meeting would leave the palace through Donghua Gate in order to take a shortcut.

Isn't it the place where the nobles in Beijing frequent the most?

Once the watermelon is grown, the name of the melon must be publicized. The most important thing is who to sell the melon to. After all, in this era, high-ranking officials and dignitaries can set the trend, and only when they scramble to buy it will form a fashion.

With the golden signboard, the reputation has been gained, and the style has also been obtained. Next, while the weather is getting warmer, a large-scale greenhouse will be built in Xishan. As soon as winter comes, the time to make a fortune will come.

Zhu Houzhao rubbed his hands excitedly, directed the people to stop the cart, and then used a board to stand on the cart, and placed the melon on the board. The melon was fresh and looked good. on the board.

Zhu Houzhao waited impatiently, his eyes fixed on the melon, and he really wanted to reach out and cut open a melon with a watermelon knife to satisfy his hunger first.

But... to do business, business is important, so he had to try his best to hold back the yuwang in his heart.

When the morning bell rang again and again, the court meeting finally broke up.

Emperor Hongzhi left for the Nuan Pavilion, where there were still many memorials waiting for his review.

And all the officials, apart from the cabinet bachelors who were on duty in the palace, and the Hanlin who stayed behind to wait for the edict and the edict, all followed the flow of people and headed for Donghuamen.

In fact, court meetings have always been just a formality. The more grand the court meeting, the more effort was spent on red tape, and nothing could be discussed, after all, there were too many people talking.

And the more important the event, usually in the warm pavilion, the emperor summoned several cabinet ministers and ministers of the department hall to finalize the general direction.

Therefore, all the officials felt a deep sense of exhaustion, but as soon as they left the Donghua Gate, they were shocked to hear a very abrupt voice.

"Sell melons, sell melons."

"..."

Many people are dumbfounded.

Sell ​​melons?

Where is Donghua Gate? This is a forbidden place in the palace. Even within a few hundred feet outside the palace, except for some officials, eunuchs, and imperial guards who come and go, how can shopkeepers and merchants be allowed to stay?

Dare to sell melons here, this is simply a joke.

Why didn't the guards expel them?

There is really no kingly law.

Many people started blowing their beards and staring.

But... Obviously, this trick is really attractive.

For example, Zhang Heling, Marquis of Shouning, and Zhang Yanling, Uncle Jianchang, who were mixed in the crowd, these two brothers immediately became interested. Like everyone else, they also thought that someone had eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, and dared to sell things to this forbidden place. , I saw Zhang Yanling whispered: "Brother, I want to eat melon."

Zhang Heling suddenly felt that his IQ was being rubbed against the ground by his brother. He glared at Zhang Yanling, walked slowly in the doorway with his hands behind his back, and said angrily: "I can't be stupid! I can't be stupid! What time is it now? Do you have melons? You hear melons being peddled, and there are melons for sale? This must be a joke! Besides, early in the morning, you have already eaten three bowls of porridge, is it not enough? You really don’t know how to live at home, if If it's not for your brother, our Zhang family must be wiped out by you."

Zhang Yanling immediately lowered her head in shame, wishing she could get into the cracks in the ground.

Zhang Heling sneered, with awe-inspiring righteousness, and said righteously: "I just don't know, which audacious guy dares to make such a joke in this forbidden area, hum, as a relative of the emperor, how can I just sit idly by? I am so angry, this country, It belongs to the emperor, and it belongs to the prince, you and I are the uncle of the prince, that is, the uncle of the country, we must maintain discipline, this is our duty! Go, go and punish them."

Zhang Yanling's dull eyes suddenly lit up, and the two quickly walked out of the doorway.

Taking a closer look, I saw that the dismounting stele was already surrounded by dense ministers, some were whispering, some were petrified, staring at the scene in front of them in stunned disbelief.

"Selling melons, selling melons, fresh watermelons, come and see, they are fresh..."

Zhang Heling looked righteous and awe-inspiring, and rushed into the crowd with his brother angrily, yelling: "In front of the uterus, who dares..."

He wanted to yell, but in the middle of the sentence, he saw Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan standing behind the car. The car was actually full of watermelons one after another.

Zhang Heling's face changed.

In fact, it was not just him, the ministers who surrounded him round after round seemed as if they had seen a ghost.

Your Highness the Crown Prince...you are a dignified prince, you come...to sell melons?

this……

Many were trembling with anger.

But some people came back to their senses.

Melon...watermelon...where did this watermelon come from?

Where do you get melons at this time of year? Could it be hell.

All of a sudden, there was no sound here, even though it was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

But soon, no one cared about coming here to humiliate themselves like this, but many people gasped, they looked at the prince in disbelief, their hearts hurt so badly that they couldn't breathe.

This...is too ridiculous.

But absurdity is absurdity, and when they looked down at the watermelons, they showed incredible expressions on their faces.

At this time, where did the melon come from?

Everyone was completely dumbfounded.

Could it be... Xiangrui...

Someone reacted.

Yes, if it is not auspicious, how can there be melons in this season? Where did this melon come from?

"Watermelon?" Zhang Heling narrowed his eyes, glanced at Fang Jifan, and couldn't help baring his teeth, but he was obviously afraid of Zhu Houzhao, so he didn't dare to act presumptuously. Fortunately, he was Zhu Houzhao's uncle, so he leaned forward and gently Knocking the watermelon lightly, the expression on his face suddenly brightened.

It's really a watermelon, and it's really worth it.

"How much?" Zhang Yanling swallowed, he was hungry.

Zhu Houzhao said conveniently, "Ten taels of silver each."

Ten taels of silver...

This is equivalent to the income of ordinary people for two years.

Zhang Heling couldn't help laughing, His Royal Highness is insulting his uncle's IQ: "It's better to grab it."

Zhu Houzhao was annoyed. After waiting for so long, he yelled for a long time. He saw people watching, but no one bought them. These courtiers all stared and stared, as if they were seeing a ghost. He came to ask the price, but he was rude.

So Zhu Houzhao grabbed the watermelon knife angrily, grinned and said, "That's right, I'm robbing."

Zhang Heling's expression changed with fright, this nephew whom the six relatives don't recognize is really nothing!

Zhang Heling took a step back subconsciously, blushing.

Seeing this, Fang Jifan hurriedly smoothed things over and said: "Your Highness, put away the knife, put away the knife, and do business, and harmony can make money."

"Oh." Hearing Fang Jifan's last words, Zhu Houzhao finally put down the watermelon knife.

Fang Jifan looked around. In fact, he knew that once the watermelon came out, it was enough to shock the ministers. In the past, when the crown prince came to sell melons, he would definitely be criticized. How could the crown prince do business and run away? Come here to sell melons?

But... it doesn't matter, now that this watermelon is born, it is enough for people to temporarily forget about it.

In fact, according to Fang Jifan's intention, he didn't want the prince to come, it was too ostentatious, and there must be impeachment by the censor at that time, but Zhu Houzhao insisted on coming, and Fang Jifan couldn't stop him. Well, Fang Jifan can actually understand, after all, Gua is the prince's 'son', and he was raised and raised. Can someone else do the selling of children and daughters?

It's just that this stalemate is not going to work, so he smiled at Zhang Heling and said, "Shibo, how are you?"

Zhang Heling squinted his eyes, looked at Fang Jifan suspiciously, and snorted coldly. Obviously, Zhang Heling still remembered revenge.

Fang Jifan smiled sweetly, like a innocent boy who is harmless to humans and animals: "How about, Uncle Shi, how about trying this melon?"

"How can I give him food for nothing..." Zhu Houzhao was anxious to the side.

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