Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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"..." Xie Qian felt depressed.

Obviously, he was suing Fang Jifan.

Why did you turn your head, isn't it the prince's?

But... Although Fang Jifan is also making a fuss, but thinking about it carefully, maybe it is His Royal Highness who is really messing around.

It's just... As a cabinet scholar, how can he say that the prince is not?

Ever since, everyone in Liu Jian fell silent, only a somewhat awkward cough came from them.

But Emperor Hongzhi's face was a little excited, and he said angrily: "I thought that if he was punished by kneeling and knocking him a few times, he would be honest. I really didn't expect that he would not repent like this What a bastard, running a college? What is he, I don’t know how high the heavens are!"

Emperor Hongzhi was very angry.

In general, except for the Imperial Academy of the imperial court and government schools in various places, ordinary private schools, if they are small in scale, are called private schools, and those who dare to call themselves academies, although they dare not say that they are famous all over the world, at least the founders It's a great Confucian, how can ordinary people have such a thick skin to dare to call themselves the academy, and even call themselves the dean.

How shameless it must be to do such a thing.

As for this rebellious son, at such a young age, as a prince, it is time for you to study hard, what kind of college do you run yourself? You are not ashamed, if this is spread, there will be discussions among the people, and the common people will laugh at it. Do you want this royal face?

What is this called? This is nondescript.

Emperor Hongzhi had faint signs of fury. If Zhu Houzhao was here, he would have swung his arms and slapped this rebellious son to the ground.

Thinking about it again, Fang Jifan, it’s almost winter, and he is preparing a warm shed. Last time he went to Xishan in person, there are mines and warm sheds in Xishan, there are hundreds of households in the village, there are so many people You are still being coerced by this rebellious son, running to mess with this rebellious son, are you Zhu Houzhao still a person? If you don't learn from Fang Jifan, it's all right to worry about the division of the country, but you still get in the way all day, you are like a pig and a dog!

Seeing that the face of Emperor Hongzhi was covered with dark clouds and his arrogance was rushing straight, Xie Qian coughed and said again: "Your Majesty speaks seriously, Your Highness the Prince... Oh, there is one more thing, that is, there is a censor who impeached Fang Jifan, saying that he was forcing Longquan Seeing the ginseng fruit planted by the tenant farmers has caused complaints. Your Majesty, after the drought, the people near the capital have already started to rush to plant wheat. There is a lot of land in Longquan Temple, but Fang Jifan is promoting the old ginseng. Although the minister will impeach I suppressed the memorandum, but... I can't help but feel that Fang Jifan is really a little..."

"It's that thing he keeps saying is twenty stones per mu?" Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

Emperor Hongzhi's anger subsided a little, and Fang Jifan sometimes messed around.

If Fang Jifan said three to five shi, he might still believe it, but twenty shi is still food, this...however it sounds, it seems like a fairy tale!

After all, Emperor Hongzhi was not Emperor Hui of Jin, so he couldn't help but shake his head and said with a smile: "Forget it, let him do it. I heard that Fang Jifan didn't force it to grow it. Longquanguan seems to strongly agree with this. Since the owner of the land is Longquanguan, this is a matter between them and the farmer. Is the Metropolitan Procuratorate so idle now? It is a matter between the land owner and the farmer. , also want to take care of it?"

"This..." Xie Qian said with a wry smile: "What I mean is that the harvest in the Northland is in short supply right now. You see, when the wheat planted now is still green and yellow, the frost may be coming. Farmers with so many lands are worried. They are afraid that not only will they fail to harvest this year, but they will also suffer another round of disasters. The common people are afraid that this year will be difficult. Grain is a share of food, and it is not beneficial to the country to grow some useless things."

Emperor Hongzhi only nodded his head, but did not delve into it further.

He gradually had a good impression of Fang Jifan. No matter what he said, although this guy had flaws, they were not concealed. Emperor Hongzhi didn't want to criticize him in this matter.

It's just that the discussion came to this point, Emperor Hongzhi seemed to think of something, and turned to say: "Oh, I thought of something important, please wait a moment, I will come as soon as I go."

After all, he got up in a hurry, and when he reached the back room of the Nuan Pavilion, Xiao Jing, who had been waiting on the side, saw this and hurriedly followed in.

"Bring the brocade box." Seeing Xiao Jing following, Emperor Hongzhi ordered directly.

Xiao Jing naturally knows what a brocade box is. There are many letters in this brocade box, but His Majesty warned that they should not be opened. I don't know what was written in the copy, but he never dared to take a step beyond the threshold.

Soon the brocade box was taken, Xiao Jing handed the brocade box to Emperor Hongzhi, and quietly retreated to the side.

Emperor Hongzhi opened the brocade box, pulled out one of the letters familiarly, couldn't help muttering in his heart, I almost forgot to warn Xu Jie, never to bully Zhang Xiaohu, let alone scold him for being ugly, if it wasn't for today It suddenly occurred to him that if this letter was sent out rashly, Zhang Xiaohu might come to sue again.

These days, Emperor Hongzhi actually sent a letter to Xishan. There were many warnings in it, and the schoolchildren also responded to the letter. A lot more cheerful.

In addition to fatigue, it has the effect of dispelling fatigue.

Although there are

At that time, Emperor Hongzhi felt naive, but after thinking about it carefully, who cares, this is one of the few joys in his life.

Originally, he had already replied to the letter and planned to find Fang Jifan in the next two days and send the letter back to Xishan, but he suddenly remembered that he felt it was necessary to ask him again.

He seriously removed the pen and ink, picked up the pen, and added some words to Xu Jie's letter, then put the pen down, and then put the pen back into the pen holder.

After busying with all this, he ordered Xiao Jing to put everything away, and then Emperor Hongzhi returned to Liu Jian and the others, and said with a calm expression: "What did you just say?"

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West Hills.

The sound of babbling reading is getting louder and louder.

Following Fang Jifan's instructions, Wang Jinyuan built a new college here at the southern foot of Xishan Mountain. This time, he will build a house with blue bricks and red tiles. He will no longer worry about rain or wind.

With the enlightenment of Juren and Xiucai, the schoolchildren have made rapid progress and can already read the Analects of Confucius thoroughly. The schoolchildren study very hard, and they have to get up at Maoshi to start morning reading. Therefore, once the sound of reading in the morning sounds, the whole Xishan will be revived. average.

The miners had already had a hot breakfast, and they all carried their pickaxes, ready to go to work, and the hundred households began to light their knuckles.

The stove in the glass workshop is non-stop, so two shifts of workers are needed, some of the craftsmen are on duty, and some are on duty.

Women tend to raise some chickens and ducks. At this time, they should start to prepare to feed some grains.

When everyone heard the sound of schoolchildren reading, their hearts were filled with a sense of satisfaction. For many people here, reading is a great thing, not to mention that the people who read are their own children, even those men who have not yet given birth to children. It seems that in addition to making babies, after hearing the sound of reading, I have more visions for my future life.

"Maybe there may be a change in the sky in the next few days, and the frost will fall."

Zhang Xin, who had finished ordering, was looking intently at the glass window of the Baihu Office, frowning, looking worried.

The white mist shrouded in the early morning, and finally the white mist gradually turned into dewdrops...

These days, although he is still the same as before, he seems to be more taciturn, so that the brothers of Tuntianwei dare not get too close to him. Only when it is Tuntian, Zhang Xin will talk more. Zhang Xin's complexion regained some color after seeing the raised greenhouse and the ten-thousand-year-old ginseng planted.

He limped and walked a few steps, which was caused by an accidental trip a few days ago. The doctor had given him medicine to stop the bleeding, but he couldn't help but stumble a little when he walked.

Suddenly, he said: "Go quickly, please come to Xinjian, today we are going to harvest the old ginseng in the field at the southern foot, this is the first time to harvest, we must invite hundreds of households to be present, Zhou Zongqi, you have to go to Longquan Take a look. Yesterday evening, the farmer of Longquan Temple called someone to say that the canal there seemed to have been disconnected, maybe someone nearby cut off our water... At this juncture, it must not be done. Without water for irrigation..."

After the order was passed, everyone was busy doing their own things.

After Fang Jifan received the report, he also rushed over. In fact, Fang Jifan was also in a hurry, and it was almost frost. Now that the weather is changing rapidly, he doesn't know when the sweet potatoes will fully bear fruit, so after hearing Zhang Xin's news, , so he came on horseback impatiently.

After getting off his horse, Fang Jifan turned to Zhang Dao who came up to meet him: "Is it the result?"

Zhang Xin had been looking forward to it for a long time. Today's sun is not bad. Once the sun comes out, it will be a little warmer!

Zhang Xin nodded and said, "I've tried to pick them for the past two days, and the growth at the southern foot is faster, so it's expected to bear fruit."

With that said, a group of people hurried to the south foot.

I saw here, a large piece of potato leaves densely packed, covering thousands of acres of land.

Along the field ridge, Zhang Xin led the way, still holding the bamboo slices in his hand, and Fang Jifan was behind. Looking at the poor guy whose mother-in-law ran away, he found that his back was a little bent. This guy... seemed to be very stimulated. so big.

Especially his taciturn appearance is quite distressing.

After searching for a piece of land, Zhang Xin took a deep breath, as if waiting for Fang Jifan's confident eyes.

Fang Jifan was a little excited, and squatted down: "I will dig it myself."

Not too dirty, Fang Jifan directly used his hands to scrape the mud. Not long after, a huge dark red fruit emerged from the mud.

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