Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

There is no Xia Yuhe on the shore of Daming Lake, and there are no private visits by microservices.

Fang Xing stood in the middle of the crowd and said calmly: "I always thought that there is no Da Ming scholar in my heart, that is just maggots, maggots that make manure!"

This is a declaration of war!

Fang Xing looked at these scholars with satisfaction, his face flushed and his ears blushed.

"Xing He Bo, I am waiting to revitalize Daming as my duty!"

A voice came from the crowd. At the same time, Wu Yue also rushed to the side with people, and Xin Laoqi stopped him.

Fang Xing said in surprise, "Since he takes the revitalization of Daming as his own responsibility, the uncle would ask, but the preferential treatment you are waiting for is justified? But the emperor allowed it?"

"If you stole Daming's taxes and dare to say that you take the revitalization of Daming as your own responsibility, Ben will ask, how thick is your skin?"

The humiliation of this remark was too strong, and a scholar said uncomfortably: "My generation is worrying about Da Ming."

This is about the gentry participating in the management of the place.

Fang Xing said faintly: "I'm afraid I will take the opportunity to get on and off. There are good ones, and many bad ones!"

This can be regarded as objective. Everyone's expressions were a little glaring, but Fang Xing suddenly said: "The household taxation is rare every year, but your private pockets are increasing every year. The imperial examination and the imperial examination, each batch of people, the so-called talented scholar Wen Quxing , The national treasury will lose a lot. When the national treasury cannot make ends meet, who can be it? There are only layers of scavenging, and it is the people who are unlucky. You and other honest gentlemen naturally sit and talk, talk, and sit and watch the turmoil. !"

Fang Xing turned around, but his voice did not stop.

"Human nature is selfish. If you have benefits, you want more. What do you offer? What do you do privately? There are so many people who are gentle on the outside. What is the benefit of the country? It's just a moth!"

Those scholars were blushing, but Fang Xing's remarks touched the pain, but no one dared to refute them.

"...Holding into a group, this is your habit, holding into a group to make noise, Ben is here, see if you are making a lot of noise, or if Ben's methods are strong, wait and see!"

Fang Xing walked out of the crowd, and the family led the horse. After getting on the horse, he turned around and said, "Whoever can put state affairs as the most important thing is a real scholar!"

The sound of horse hooves went away, and there was a moment of silence on the scene.

"Brother Xiuyu, you are the leader, why didn't you speak just now?"

The crowd gradually moved away, revealing more than ten people.

The ten-odd people were all pale, and a man in a green shirt said: "This person is acting by will. How can I speak without conclusive evidence?"

This person is Yang Yan, one of the eldest brothers in the lead. He said to his companion on the left: "Rong Xin, I was pressured by his words today. I think everyone is a little timid. What do you think?"

The man on the left was named Deng Fa. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, if he is sure, he should do it as soon as he arrives in Jinan."

"Exactly, Brother Rong Xin said this with great kindness!"

The man with the folding fan on the right said with a high spirit: "When I saw this person today, I only felt that he was gloomy, and the city mansion was afraid that it was not shallow. But the more like this, the less confident he is, and big things can be done!"

This person is also one of the leading elder brothers, named He Shan, Zi Yanfeng, the most literate person. It is said that the imperial examination is only a search for things for him, but he still wants to wait for one more subject, which is a blockbuster.

He Shan turned around and arched his hands and said: "Everyone, go back first. Anyway, they are all in the city, so you can talk if you have anything to do."

...

Fang Xing was arranged in a large house with no servants, but he didn't care, and moved in with someone.

Just as he moved in, outside a house in the city...

The bluestone wall has long been covered by moss, and a few unknown plants are growing tenaciously in the cracks.

"Boy, please see Mr. Bailian."

The door opened, and an old man looked at the young man outside the door, frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Boy Pan Song, science boy, please see Mr. Bailian."

The old man said blankly: "Wait."

"Yes."

Pan Song stood sideways outside the door to show respect.

There lives a ‘student’ here.

Yes, Wang Chang, Mr. Bailian. Outsiders respectfully regarded him as a great scholar, but he sneered at it, only willing to say that he was a scholar.

Later, because of his reputation, many people came to apprentice teachers, but as long as the big Confucianism is mentioned, the old gentleman must have them add a little to the upper right of the big letter.

Add a little bit on the upper right side of the big letter, and that's a dog.

Cynic!

The old man's self-deprecation is speechless, but it is also quite deviant. When he said plausibly that he would rather live like a dog...

Everyone knows who he is referring to.

This is not self-deprecating, but rather pointed.

But here is Shandong. His actions were taboo, so the old gentleman's disciples gradually moved away from him, and the rest were staunch anti-saint family members.

And science stands on the opposite side of Confucianism, so the old man is willing to tell.

The sun was so big that it was shining brightly in the yard.

Several chickens were digging the ground in the shade in the corner, and the dust was flying.

A puppy was barking at Pan Song in front of the hall with milk and milk. There was a rant from the room. The little milk dog turned his head, his chubby body almost staggered, and then looked inside puzzled.

When the old man came out, he leaned over and touched the top of the little milk dog's head, then walked to the door and said, "Come in."

Pan Song bowed, and then walked slowly inside.

Very quiet, viewed from the outside, the wooden house is quaint.

But after seeing Wang Chang, Pan Song knew what quaint simplicity is.

Gray clothes, washed white gray clothes.

The forehead is a little protruding, and the hairline is very high. It feels primitive at first glance.

Wang Chang is reading a book with gusto.

"Boy Pan Song, met Mr. Bailian."

"The old man is watching science."

Wang Chang put the book down, rubbed his face with both hands, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Pan Song respectfully said: "The kid is a science student. I have listened to my husband's class in the past. Today I learned that Mr. Xinghe had arrived in Jinan. I remembered the troubles of my husband during this period of time.

Wang Chang said, "The old man is not pleasing to the family, and there are often nasty people who come to do nasty things. The old man never pays attention to it. Xing He Bo..."

Pan Song quickly explained: "This matter... is the kid's wishful thinking, and Xinghe is unknown."

Wang Chang nodded and said, "The old man just wants to live like a dog, Xinghe Bo Gao lives in the temple, the teacher of the emperor... Let's go!"

Pan Song said profusely: "The kid is guilty, please calm down your anger."

Wang Chang picked up the book again and said: "You can have the heart to drill camp, but you can't be hot~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You want to help the old man and Xinghe Bo pull the line from it. The idea is naturally good, but after all, it loses the machinery, which makes people do not like."

Pan Song defended: "The kid admires Mr.'s personality..."

Wang Chang frowned and said: "The old man's pure heart in reading has been disrupted by you. You want to connect the two sides and please the two ends. Is this a step to enter? I heard that Xinghe Bo has a lot of tolerance for science students, you go. Bar."

Pan Song didn't dare to entangle any more, got up and quit.

The old man sent him away and came back and said, "Master, the old slave saw that there were fewer people coming to the door recently, thinking that he was a child of science, and wanting to come to that family is a natural hostility, so..."

"Why bother!"

Wang Chang closed his eyes and said faintly: "The old man naturally can't understand the family, but he just can't understand it, but he doesn't like being used by others."

The old man has followed him for many years. He has extraordinary knowledge. He said depressed: "The old slave still thinks that you and Uncle Xing He should be like-minded..."

"Like-minded..."