Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Yang Er is over forty years old and is in the golden age of a man. Favorite this site┏10.┛

He was very proud of the first half of his life, no, according to the life span of this year, he was very proud of the half of his life he had already passed.

He had never read a book. He was born in Qingpi. Later, he got involved in the government office during the Jianwen period. There was only a handyman and even a helper who could help him work.

After Emperor Jianwen was finished, their Shangguan was unlucky, and then a group of people were washed and rolled home to eat old rice, so Yang Er, who was able to talk about it, took the opportunity to become a small official.

He crawled, knelt, begged, flattered, so treacherous as a fox.

"He didn't deny it?"

Yang Er looks very prestigious, and the people below occasionally flatter him, joking that he is more prestigious than Master Zhizhou Lu.

The little official with a blue nose and swollen mouth and a swollen mouth similar to a pig's mouth nodded and said: "My lord, he looked very determined, but in the end he put the small one back. It must have no confidence...otherwise he should take the small one. evidence……"

Yang Er nodded non-committal. There was a brazier in the room. He walked over and sat on the low stool beside him. He stretched out his hand to make a fire, and said, "Come on, roast."

The little official came over to warm himself in flattery, and then Yang Er slowly asked what happened today.

"...The Fang family looked a little shocked, they were all scared..."

"What is that person?"

"Ordinary appearance, looking at the appearance of thirty, smiles a little bit irritating..."

The low stool suddenly rubbed on the ground and made a sharp noise.

"grown ups……"

The little official was a little flustered, so he took a look.

But Yang Er still smiled, without any eager look.

"It's okay, around 30, the officials in the DPRK, the most senior officials at this age are six or seven grade officials, so what are you afraid of? Master Lu is here!"

The little official remembered Lu Yun's use of Yang Erduo, and smiled flatteringly. As a result, the wound on his mouth was pulled, and the face was suddenly squeezed.

"Take the money to the doctor. Tomorrow...you have to work hard for you to continue to be on duty."

The little official refused for a while, and finally took the half string of coins home with joy.

Yes, Lu Yun put his fake.

Although I was beaten, I was grateful to Yang Er, and I still had money to get, so I didn't lose money in this matter!

The little official had a bleak appearance, but beamed with joy, which made the people in the state capital curious, and then asked him, but didn't get the answer.

Yang Er sat on the low stool, shaking like chaff all over.

He fixedly looked at the charcoal fire, exploded a spark and still didn't blink.

"Who is that?"

He was trembling, looking at the coal fire and muttering: "Thirty... more than thirty? That man is so well maintained? A few carriages, he is not afraid to disturb me, so..."

Yang Er's sluggishness gradually turned into agility. He quickly opened the door and went out, then coughed dryly. When a small official came over to have fun.

"My lord, are you out for a walk? It's just that it's cold..."

Yang Er pointed to the outside and said, "Recently, the grievances from Hejian Mansion are so great that it will spread to us if we are not sure, and ask people to search around the yamen to see if there are any strangers. Report it here, and I will ask for their credit here."

Yang Er's seniority is old, and Lu Yun often assigns private work to him, so even if he is just an official, he still has the right to speak in the state government.

Immediately, there were a lot of servants outside the government office gate, and they searched everywhere.

This season is cold, even the beggars...no, now the beggars have to be picked up, and then unified arrangements are made for emigration.

no one!

After searching it several times, the servants and helpers returned regrettably.

"I'm guilty!"

The knife watched their search from a distance, then sneered and went back.

...

dinner……

There is a lot of meat, even beef, which shows that Zhu's really lost his blood.

Fang Xing saw that the golden hairpin was missing from her head, only smiled, and then toasted frequently.

During the banquet, it was inevitable to mention his fate over the years, Fang Xing just picked up some smooth words, and made the two slightly drunk old men shout for joy.

Fang Hongzhong broke out after the meal, and he kept going to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors, saying that he wanted to tell the ancestors the good news, and by the way, let Fang Xing go to kowtow.

But how can anyone go to worship the ancestor after drinking too much? So Fang Zhuo and Fang Hongwei tried desperately to persuade them, and finally Fang Hongzhong got tired of tossing and was helped to go to the bedroom to rest.

Fang Hongwei was about to go back, and Fang Xing sent him out.

"The family has been scared all these years, so I dare not provoke the government. Zhuozhou is just a small place for you, but at any rate this is the root of the Fang family. You must not do too much, so as not to hurt the hearts of the villagers..."

The hometown seems ethereal, but once you touch it, it becomes real. Those people, those mountains and rivers, seem to be within reach.

Fang Xing nodded, and Fang Hongwei said gratifiedly: "You are now in your head, and the Fang family dared to take the exam. No matter what you can pass, you won't lose your reputation in the scholarly sect."

The Fang family, the scholarly family, does not lose its reputation...

Fang Xing looked sideways.

Fang Hongwei's expression was very relaxed and somewhat relieved.

Fang Xing understood: These two families have been in depression and fear, and suddenly one of them appeared, or the celebrity in the center...

After being released from the depressed state, it is no wonder that Fang Hongzhong would be drunk.

People are always like this. After a long period of strength, suddenly that energy vents, and then they don’t want to do anything; or after a long period of depression breaks out, they want to retaliate...

not bad!

Fang Xing felt that his two uncles looked like they belonged to Buddhism, which would save a lot of trouble in the future.

As a relative, and a close relative, Fang Xing definitely hopes that Fang's family will bring some talents, but don't cause trouble, it is not a good relative who causes trouble.

After leaving the house, Fang Xing called Jia Ding to send him off.

Fang Hongwei knew this was because he was worried about being half-handed, so he nodded, then he stopped talking, and finally said, "Wake up..."

"If your second uncle has something to say, you can tell me my nephew here."

This second uncle is not rigid, and Fang Xing feels that the Fang family in Zhuozhou will have to look at him and Fang Zhuo in the future.

Fang Hongwei's complexion was reddish, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to stretch.

He stroked his beard and said, "I have been bullied severely these years. It was Yang Er's sin, you..."

Fang Xing did not move Yang Er, so Fang Hongwei was a little disappointed, but he did not press or urge.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Second Uncle, let's go back. As for Yang Er, it's a good thing to let him suffer more, right?"

Fang Hongwei looked at him carefully, his eyes flickered, and he sighed: "The old man pretends to be resourceful and has a city mansion, but he is far behind you. That's it, go home and sleep!"

It stands to reason that Fang Xing wakes up to visit his house, but Fang Xing is a powerful person. If his bones are softer, I am afraid that it will immediately explain that I will come with my family.

This is the reservedness ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the reservedness of the elders.

Fang Xing smiled and said that he would put it out these few days, and then watched Jiading send him away.

Fang Xing didn't see someone spying nearby.

"Master, someone is staring here."

As a useful minister, Fang Xing receives a lot of information every day, and then he needs to judge one by one.

He was not free before, so news is flooding in now.

"Many people outside the Zhouya searched, but Yang Er hasn't come out yet. Yang Er was a green skin when he was young, and he was able to speak well. Later Zhuozhou was cleaned up after the Jing Nan, and he took the opportunity to go to the post, Zhizhou Luyun often called him."

"Duke Dingguo is still on the way, and the memorial to the crime has arrived in the capital, saying that he has oversight and his servants are domineering... he has made a lot of fields."

"The Wuxuns have entered the memorial and asked to hand over the fleet to the governor's office. It is said that Zheng Gong is not good enough, and he has to fight with the British ..."