Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Be serious in doing things. This is what many older generations give to their younger generations. They teach them in earnest, over and over again, generation after generation.

Some people regret that they were too frivolous before, and some feel that they are still not serious enough...

When a person or a group starts to be serious, there is almost nothing that can stump them.

Fang Xing knew this truth well, so he decided to go back.

"Xing He Bo, don't worry, the old man is not afraid of them now. If he dares to come, these workers will teach them."

Nowadays, there are more and more people under Ming Pao. Not to mention those who dance and make ink, the big guys who print and carry in front of them are enough for those who read to drink a pot.

It was a little dark in the printing room, and more than a dozen big men stood in embarrassment.

"Work hard."

Fang Xing felt that he was getting more and more arrogant, and he slightly nodded, and when these big guys showed excitement on their faces, he turned around and went out with Wang Chang.

Wang Chang looked a lot younger, with a radiant face and full of energy.

So people have something to do, and those who have nothing to do are mostly decadent.

"Uncle Xinghe, when can this newspaper be spread outside the territory?"

Fang Xing was startled, and said, "Outside the territory... it's impossible at this time."

Are you fooling me?

Outside the territory, not to mention whether there is suspicion of leaking the internal information of Ming Dynasty, long-distance transportation alone can make the value of newspapers equal to gold.

Wang Chang is so sophisticated, and he knows what he is thinking when he sees his look.

"Xing Hebo, many people within Confucianism like to spread Confucianism, especially outside the territory."

Fang Xing stopped and turned around and said, "Sir, at present, focusing on the internal affairs of Daming, write more things that the common people like to hear, and write more things they need. Whether it is farming or some cognitive errors, most farmers are still ignorant. The occasion is just right."

To get rid of ignorance, this requires education, and it comes from the authoritative education that they believe in.

Daming also has public knowledge, but these public knowledge are busy pointing the country, but they don't work hard, and they don't distinguish the grains, so they can only be regarded as rubbish.

And Wang Chang is even half-known.

The first half of his life was a half of his life, fighting against Confucianism, knowing the heights of heaven and earth.

And now he is here again, making a comeback, more powerful.

Fang Xing arched his hands and said solemnly: "Daming needs a clear sky, please help me."

Whether right or wrong, it is always right to first disguise one's side as a representative of justice.

...

Fang Xing's trip to Shandong came to an end soon.

The memorial arrived at Beiping first, and Zhu Zhanji was silent when he saw it.

Then the news spread out.

Chengguo Palace, when Fang Xing saw Zhu Yong, he was still waiting.

"Your Majesty is very annoyed."

"Why?"

Zhu Yong felt that he had not made a mistake, but the emperor needed a shield to block the impact of this incident on the preferential treatment of the cleansing gentry.

"I came to you before I got home..."

Fang Xing pointed to his gray face, and said: "This matter was arithmetic and unintentional, but the last person killed himself, so I couldn't find it..."

"Someone must have ordered it!"

Zhu Yong's face was pale, he felt some bad breath pervading.

"Yes, I think so too."

Fang Xing said helplessly: "But after all, you have the problem yourself first. It is affirmative that you are not strictly governing the army, and then... this is not Xu Xin’s first hand, Cheng Guo Gong, you should not send it. When Liang Ping goes, he is indecisive and will only make mistakes."

Zhu Yong was at a loss, then excited, and finally frustrated: "This is not knowing people, does your majesty know?"

You know it!

The most taboo of being a handsome person is not knowing others, mistaking oneself at the slightest level, and misleading the country at the worst.

Fang Xing nodded, Zhu Yong breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "I forgot, how can you keep it from your Majesty."

"Emperor Wen said that I was too ridiculous, and it was useless if I didn't polish it. I was not convinced, so I didn't hesitate to follow Emperor Wen in the northern expedition, but didn't make any credit..."

Zhu Yong sixteen attacked the Jue. He was only in his thirties and had the opportunity to follow Zhu Di on the expedition.

His resume is very representative. After Zhu Di, the Wuxuns have fallen.

Just for a moment, Fang Xing's face was filled with intolerance, but Zhu Yong saw it.

His body loosened, and smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty has to balance the government..."

Fang Xing nodded, and then said: "But after all, I have to deal with it, Cheng Guogong, after that, it will be good to train the children."

Zhu Yong asked with a pale face: "Why? Someone is causing trouble in this matter, doesn't your Majesty know?"

Fang Xing took a step back and nodded: "Your Majesty knows, but you are wrong first, so..."

"How loud is the noise outside?"

Zhu Yong finally despaired, because Fang Xing nodded.

"Rewards and punishments are clearly the right way, so Cheng Guo Gong, let's be quiet for a while."

...

After leaving Chengguo Palace, Fang Xing fixedly looked at the clear sky, and later said to Ye Luoxue: "You have witnessed this all the way, so you can report it to your Majesty. I'm tired. Go home and rest."

This was Ye Luoxue's first entry into the palace after Emperor Ren's death. As soon as that beautiful face appeared, it caused many exclamations.

"He's not dead!"

A mother with tears in her eyes looked at her companion's shoulder, and then choked.

The eunuchs looked at Ye Luoxue, who was dressed in white and calmly paced, with admiration, feeling that he had become a bug in the mud, inconspicuous and smelly.

He is the cinnabar mole in the heart of the woman in the palace, and the main character in countless speculations.

But he is actually just a master of martial arts, so that Shen Shitou and others are envious.

Jia Quan is not envious, at least he feels that he is not envious, so he calmly looked at Ye Luoxue who was walking up the steps, and then said, "It's a hard journey."

Ye Luoxue said coldly: "It's nothing."

Jia Quan was so angry that he whispered: "Can you still kill the enemy?"

At the beginning, Ye Luoxue blocked many rebellions by himself~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This credit can really be knighted. So for his disappearance, most people think that he died in battle, otherwise the emperor will not treat his heroes badly.

Therefore, Jia Quan suspected that the emperor would send Ye Luoxue into the army, as a confidant, slowly controlling a guard station.

Ye Luoxue glanced at him, her eyes cold, and then said, "Of course."

Jia Quan smiled and felt that this person was too arrogant, so he quickly slapped him.

Ye Luoxue didn't move, just when Jia Quan's slap was about to pat his shoulder, he tapped with his fingers.

Jia Quan tried hard to close his hand, and he did close it halfway. Then Ye Luoxue didn't change his move, but tapped the middle of his index finger with his knuckles.

At this time, the **** who went in and reported it came out and said, "Your Majesty is summoned."

Ye Luoxue nodded slightly, then walked sideways into the hall.

The **** curiously watched Jia Quan put his right hand behind him, and then asked, "Master Jia, is he sick?"

Half of Jia Quan's body is numb, so he is uncoordinated, and his body is trembling slightly, looking like he has typhoid fever.

He shook his head and said with a strong smile: "Nothing, it's cold, shake."

The **** understood and said: "Yes! Our hometown was poor before, and in winter, it can only rely on shaking..."

This person was too long-winded, after he entered, Jia Quan ran away quickly amidst the smiles of the two guards.

He ran and waved his hands, cursing: "What a damn! I underestimated the enemy!"

In the hall, Ye Luoxue was reporting the situation of his trip.

"... Then Liang Ping was in a daze, those soldiers are forbidden..."

"...Mu Qi decisively committed suicide, and Xing Hebo gave up the investigation..."

Ye Luoxue stepped aside after finishing the report. Yu Jia looked at him curiously, thinking that this person would have a bright future in the future.