Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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People always have to learn lessons from losses, this time Zhu Houzhao secretly warned himself not to do stupid things anymore, it would be painful to be beaten by his father.

But for Fang Jifan, Zhu Houzhao was an important link in his plan, so how could His Highness the Crown Prince be missing?

After hearing Fang Jifan's words, Zhu Houzhao's first reaction was to open his eyes wide, and then looked at Fang Jifan suspiciously.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if a little unbelievable, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and couldn't help asking: "Isn't this Taoist your nephew?"

Lao Fang meant to find someone to take the blame for them, but...

Old Fang, you are so unkind, your nephew and nephew are all fools!

Fang Jifan, on the other hand, snapped his fingers very seriously, did the math, and said: "My nephew and grandson... well, let me do the math, including this person, there are a total of two hundred and sixty-seven people, even if every day If you kill one, you won't be able to finish it before the Chinese New Year this year."

Zhu Houzhao's Mengdi tiger's body shook, and he suddenly understood. He suddenly looked up at the sky, only to see that although the scorching sun was about to set, the heat brought by the sun still made him sweat profusely.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and said with a determined look: "Okay, I will follow Lao Fang's orders. When will I pray for rain?"

Fang Jifan smiled. He knew that Zhu Houzhao couldn't stand the temptation, so he hurriedly said, "June 17th."

The 17th day of June is recorded in the annals of Shuntian Prefecture.

Uncle farmers, rely on God to reward them with food.

But Fang Jifan relied entirely on his ancestors for food.

Who made the ancestors always be so serious, everything has to be recorded, from history, to county annals, government annals, to genealogy, family history, the ancestors are born to love to record all kinds of things.

In ancient times, agriculture was emphasized, and agriculture was the foundation of everything. Therefore, the beginning of the historical records is to record the calendar and farming time, and to state the history according to the changes of seasons and celestial phenomena.

A severe drought is enough to make a special book in local government annals, and a timely rain after a severe drought naturally becomes the subject of a special book.

Of course, Fang Jifan only remembered the approximate date, that is to say, the error rate was as high as 50%, that is to say, the death rate of his nephew Li Chaowen was also as high as 50%.

But it doesn't matter, a dead fellow doesn't die a poor one, Fang Jifan is now a member of the religious circle with a Daoist certificate anyway.

Thinking of the life and death of Li Chaowen, which is related to the well-being of thousands of people, Fang Jifan couldn't help but want to burst into tears, sacrificed one person, and got the chance to save thousands of people, his nephew is really amazing.

Similarly, how great I am, in order to save the common people, I would not hesitate to push my nephew into the fire pit. The Buddha said, my nephew will go to hell if my nephew does not go to hell. Those who achieve great things will inevitably have to sacrifice. My nephew is going to sacrifice thousands of Li people, no matter how others scold him, but Fang Jifan thinks that his three views are upright, and he takes the world as his own responsibility, how can he abandon the common people, if so, then... Are you still human?

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Back home that day, Fang's house was already brightly lit and bustling.

Although the decree of the imperial seal has not been issued, there are not a few people who have received the news.

Terrible.

Although the Ming Dynasty has all kinds of hereditary thousand households and hereditary hundreds of households who were granted imperial titles due to their military exploits, Gongbohou has not had any imperial titles for many years.

His Majesty has paid a lot of money this time, and he has truly credited Fang Jifan with the first contribution to the Great Victory in Guizhou.

When Fang Jifan arrived home, Fang Jinglong, who was about to go to Guizhou, had already invited many old brothers.

The Fang family was extremely lively tonight, filled with joy and laughter.

Fang Jifan knew Zhang Mao, a British public.

A large table of people, pushing cups and cups, is very noisy.

Fang Jifan still saw Zhang Xin, who stood obediently behind Zhang Mao, not daring to go to the table.

"Son, you're back."

As soon as Fang Jinglong saw Fang Jifan, his eyes lit up immediately, with a loving smile on his face, he waved excitedly to Fang Jifan.

"My dear son, come, call me uncle, call me uncle."

As he introduced, he let out a cheerful laugh.

"Haha, don't force yourself if you don't bark, these are my own brothers who are my father, I don't like this."

Fang Jinglong's face was full of red and high spirits. As his son, Fang Jifan, one could imagine how much he had boasted.

Zhang Mao also looked at Fang Jifan fixedly, the luster in his eyes was obviously different from before, at this moment, even Fang Jifan had to look at him with admiration.

At the beginning, he was flattering his son in front of Fang Jinglong every day, but now when he looked back at his son, he couldn't help baring his teeth, he still looked half-dead, but Fang Jifan was promising. It's like a cloud and mud.

Oh, what a shame.

If I had known today, I shouldn't have bragged in the first place, but now it's all right, I'm slapped in the face.

He took a sip of the wine, wiped the wine off his beard, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Hey, son of the Fang family, you are promising. Old Fang, my old brother really admires you. You have given birth to such a good son. The Fang family made their fortunes by relying on military exploits. Now it's all right, and Jifan has also made military exploits."

Speaking of this, he became angry, snapped at the wine case, and said disappointedly: "Look at my worthless son

, Others make military exploits, you go to the ground to plan food, humiliate the ancestors! "

With a roar, his arms with thick calves were raised to beat Zhang Xin.

Fang Jinglong quickly hugged Zhang Mao and tried to persuade him.

"Old Zhang, listen to me, don't hit me, it's useless if my son hits me, I have experience, I can only take my time in such things, hey hey, don't hit me, nephew Zhang Xinxian, get out, Jifan Ah, go out for a walk with your brother Zhang Xin."

Fang Jifan couldn't bear this scene for a long time, so he pulled Zhang Xin and left.

In the back of his head, there is Fang Jinglong's comfort: "Speaking of teaching my son, my old Fang is not bragging. I call it the number one, and no one dares to call it the second. Lao Zhang, calm down, the son is taught, not typed." Yes, this godson is a craft, what's the use of relying on beating."

"Hey, that's an incompetent dog."

On Fang Jifan's side, he dragged Zhang Xin out and walked in the dark courtyard. Zhang Xin, who had been tanned for a long time, could hardly see anyone, only his eyes were rolling.

Zhang Xin was silent and stood at the entrance of the courtyard in a daze.

Fang Jifan was actually not willing to talk to him, but when he saw the courtyard, he was afraid that Zhang Xin would jump, so he simply stayed aside and let him go slowly.

"Brother Zhang, don't take your father's words to heart. He was just drunk and went crazy."

Zhang Xin was unusually calm, without any emotional fluctuations. Instead, he shrugged indifferently towards him, and said lightly, "I'm used to it."

Fang Jifan had some sympathy for him.

Zhang Xin turned around, looked at Fang Jifan, and actually smiled.

"I was beaten by my father since I was a child. I don't know how many horse whips at home have been broken. He has always hoped to teach me to be talented, so I ride horses and read books. All in all, my whole life is beaten, horseback riding and reading. ,nothing else."

"Thank you, Fang Baihu."

As soon as Zhang Xin suddenly said thank you, Fang Jifan suddenly thought of Fan Wei's lines in "Selling Abductions".

He suddenly felt his scalp go numb. Is this irony? Transferring you to the Baihu Office in Tuntian was actually just a joke at first, you won't hold grudges, right?

Zhang Xin said seriously.

"No, I really thank you. It wasn't until I went to Xishan that I realized that life is not just about riding a horse and studying. There, I found that I can do what I like as I like. I finally knew that I was born not Horseback riding and reading material, I am good at farming."

He spoke more and more vigorously, with a longing look on his face and a smile rippling at the corner of his mouth.

"When I was building the greenhouse, I was extremely happy. When I covered every piece of glass, I was thinking, is it covered like this, is the lighting enough, and how can I improve the lighting surface? When setting up the flue, I naturally I will think about how to set up the flue so that the flue can be shortened as much as possible, the least amount of carbon can be burned, and the ground can be heated up.”

"I love to cut old ginseng vines for transplanting, I love to cut old ginseng into small pieces and let them take root, I like to think about how to make watermelons bigger and sweeter, I don't think I have read books and rode horses all my life I guess, and what I should do is what I like to do, so thank you, Fang Baihu, you made me finally understand that the meaning of life is not just what my father said."

"..." Fang Jifan looked into Zhang Xin's eyes. When he talked about farming, his eyes were shining. Under the dim light, he even saw a kind of beautiful color in those eyes, and possessed The face with these eyes reveals a relaxed and natural expression.

This is a small agricultural expert who was delayed by reading and bowing horses.

However, Fang Jifan looked at Zhang Xin dumbfounded, speechless for a moment.

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At this time, at Wang's house, Wang Shouren had not eaten for two days.

He sat in the study for a full two days, his eyes dull, and he only took a sip of the tea brought to him.

He has never been able to understand what is the deep meaning behind the unity of knowledge and action.

What's more, he couldn't understand that Ouyang Zhi and the others were far inferior to him in the way of managing the world, but they were able to live above him.

At the beginning, it was just a joke to say that the emperor was stupid.

Because the imperial decree has been released, Guizhou's great victory, and Guizhou's great victory, is purely because of the mountain camp.

But why, I can't think of mountain camp?

Why didn't I think of this when I practiced bow and horse since I was a child, kept fit, worshiped alchemists as teachers, learned martial arts and geography, read the world's military books by myself, and traveled around the border?

Fang Jifan... is too powerful.

The shadow cast by Fang Jifan has completely crushed his remaining confidence.

where is the problem……

He is thoughtful, but he has always insisted on an obsession in his heart... he must figure it out.

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