In the study room of a large mansion in Peking, Zhang Taishun, who was still energetic during the day, said to a middle-aged man under his seat: "...This is the opinion of Fang Dehua. What does Master Cheng have to do with him?"

The light illuminated Master Cheng's contemplative face. He said slowly when he heard this: "Wang Dehua could say the words that the Nine Borders would sooner or later, and the pros and cons of the former Song Dynasty, which means that he is not the kind of person who reads books to death, yes! The Nine Borders of the Ming Dynasty..."

After whispering a few words, Master Cheng looked up and said, "Actually, what Your Majesty is more worried about..."

Zhang Taishun remembered what Fang Xing said today: "Actually... I guess I am worried that my descendants and officials will sooner or later play with their wives in a prosperous place."

"...Jinling is prosperous, and over time, the center of our Ming Dynasty will deteriorate."

After Master Cheng finished speaking, he saw Zhang Taishun's face shocked.

Because Fang Xing still has a sentence...

"But even if I moved to Peking, it would just delay the time. I will not make any adjustments to the system. My future in Ming Dynasty..."

This vision...

...

Chen Xiao was worried that he would be punished when he went home, so he ran away with the bottle of wine left. Before leaving, he asked him to bring a large bag of gifts, all of which were rare items.

After the family finished supper, they sat outside to enjoy the cool air. Xiaobai thoughtfully took the round fan to Fan Fang Xing.

Zhang Shuhui looked at this leisurely scene and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, and then sent a grape that had peeled off the skin to Fang Xing's mouth.

With that delicate jade finger, Fang Xing ate it and said, "How is the village recently?"

Zhang Shuhui smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm just a little lazy."

With a clever smile, her eyebrows and eyes were curved, this girl who was once stagnant and finally returned to life.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "It's not okay to be too lazy. This is how you organize it, so that every farmer can go out to sort out the ditches and clean the hygiene in the farm, and distribute three kilograms of flour per day for each person."

Xiaobai didn't care about his superiority and said first: "But young master, although our family has collected new rent, it can't stand such trouble!"

The summer grain has been harvested, and the rent it should be paid to the owner's house, but the new wheat is now in the granary and is for food for the whole family in the courtyard!

Zhang Shuhui also agreed with Xiaobai's opinion. In her opinion, even if the food is too much to be eaten, who knows when there will be a famine!

Chinese people have a tradition, that is, dig deep holes and accumulate grain.

Fang Xing saw that his wives and concubines were unanimously opposed to him, and he smiled and said, "Put your heart back in your stomach. I said that even if the whole world is hungry, our family will not be short of food."

Xiaobai immediately put away his competing heart, and Zhang Shuhui was still a little doubtful.

Fang Xing didn't say much. He didn't have any entertainment facilities at night before he got married, so he rolled all night.

The next morning, Fang Xing exercised in the compound as usual, and then went to take a shower.

Zhang Shuhui had gotten up with her before, but later she was forced to sleep until dawn by Fang Xing. When she woke up, she heard Xiaobai outside exclaiming: "Young Master, there are many bags here!"

Zhang Shuhui hurried out. As soon as she arrived at the door, she saw a high-rise pile in the yard. And with the morning light, she saw that there were crooked things written on the bags.

"What's this?"

Zhang Shuhui touched the bag with her hand and felt it was very soft.

“This is flour.”

Fang Xing walked over and said while wiping his hair with a towel.

“So many?”

Xiaobai opened his mouth and felt that the flour here should be enough for the people in the farm to eat for a month.

Zhang Shuhui woke up from the shock and asked, "Husband, where did this flour come from?"

Fang Xing said disapprovingly: "This is sent by my friend, Shuhui. The people who worked in the village this time use this flour to cut it, but remember to keep these bags, I will use it."

Zhang Shuhui suppressed the surprise in her heart and nodded, "Husband, with this flour, I will discuss with the butler today."

Xiaobai cut a bag a little and then took out a handful of flour and shouted: "Young Master, this flour is so white!"

Fang Xing said disdainfully: "This is the wheat bran and malt removed, and the outer layer has been refined, so how delicious is ours."

This is the medium-gluten flour. After processing, the flour looks snow-white, while the flour from the Fang family looks a little dull.

When Zhang Shuhui saw such white flour, she couldn't help but say, "Husband, why don't we keep a few bags?"

Fang Xing said impatiently: "I, a man, don't care about this kind of thing, let it be, let it be!"

Seeing Fang Xing take Xin Laoqi out, like a young master, Zhang Shuhui couldn't help but smile.

"Xiaobai, go and invite the butler."

Fang Xing went to the left of the farm again, and there was also a farm here, but it looked a little gray, and several old farmers were pulling weeds in the field, and the picture was a bit dull.

"It's not small here!"

Fang Xing tasted a little bit too much, and the land here was actually larger than that of Fang Jiazhuang.

Xin Laoqi came over and said indignantly: "Young Master, this family is Li Dezheng, the governor of Shuntian Prefecture. This guy must be a corrupt official!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Fang Xing knew that the deterrent power of "Zhu Paipi" was still there, and the officialdom at this time was not as rampant as it was decades later.

"But it's not a good bird!"

A governor from the eighth grade can actually get hundreds of acres of land, tsk!

Turning back, Fang Xing pointed to the back of the Zhuangzi with a folding fan and said, "Let's go to the river to take a look."

The reason why the Zhuangzi here is valuable is because there is a river behind it. The existence of this river makes Fangjiazhuang and other farmers not worried about drought.

The river is about thirty meters wide, and the river is quiet and the willows on both sides are swaying. The hanging willow branches are even coming to the river, attracting several small fish to play with.

Fang Xing didn't understand fish, but this did not prevent him from asking Xin Laoqi to go back and find the net bag.

After Xin Laoqi left, Fang Xing simply took off his coat, put up his trousers, walked to the shallow water with great enthusiasm, and reached under the stone to touch the crab.

The river water was slightly cool, and Fang Xing's hands touched the stone with his hands. He felt something retreating, and he was immediately delighted.

"Brother Dehua!"

"Ouch!"

Fang Xing was grabbing the thing, but a shout from the shore slowed down his movements.

"Damn!"

Fang Xing took out his hand and looked at the shore regardless of the crab that clamped his index finger on his left hand.

Zhang Taishun stood on the shore, and the breeze blew, and there was a romance of a young man. He pointed at Fang Xing's left hand in surprise, "Brother Dehua, what is that?"

Fang Xing insisted on this and got on the shore, saying proudly: "This is a crab. Touch a few more times and you can make a dish at noon."

“Cooking?”

Zhang Taishun is probably the young master who has no fingers on his back. He covered half of his face with a folding fan and said, "Brother Dehua, can this thing be eaten?"
Chapter completed!