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Zhang Fu still has no healthy son, but he no longer competes with his offspring and studies every day. As a result, both civil and military officials said he is good.

"Your Majesty said that although I am a military minister, do you know that rituals are better than civil officials. Do you think this is good or bad?"

In the study of the Duke of England's Mansion, Zhang Fu poured a cup of tea for Zhu Yong, then sat down and asked.

Zhu Yong picked up the teacup, sniffed the fragrance of tea, and said slowly: "Brother Wenbi, you are both civil and military. This has been a common argument in the country, and I have followed suit and cannot put it down, but people are regarded as an imitation of Dongshi..."

"That's a provocation!"

Zhang Fu lowered his eyes and said, "I already regret it."

Zhu Yong looked up in surprise and said to himself: "You regret it all, but we still can't confuse with those civil servants. But I have been wondering recently why we should move closer to them? Is this a bit flattering?"

Zhang Fu smiled bitterly and said, "Conquering the world depends on military officials, governing the country depends on civil officials. The Ming Dynasty has gradually stabilized. The martial artists are worried about their own ways of dealing with themselves, and they have to worry that their descendants are denounced as ignorant. Alas! Look at how many martial artists have sent their children into martial arts?"

Zhu Yong held the teacup and his palm was burned. He let go of his hand and touched it and said, "In the early years, my hands were full of calluses left by martial arts practice. Now my thigh is full of flesh, and I feel I can't stand it when I touch the teacup. When you and my descendants are at the same time, I'm afraid they all become young masters. If we don't cause trouble, we have to celebrate under the ground."

After a while of silence, Zhang Fu said: "Your Majesty is both guarded and disappointed with us. What is guarded against is that there will be an An Lushan-like figure among us, but what is disappointed is that he hates him not to fight."

As he said that, Zhang Fu glanced at Zhu Yong, which was meaningful.

"I wanted to stand out, but no one followed me, and I didn't have the intention to become the leader, so this was a taboo. After thinking about it for a while, I fell silent."

Zhu Yong shook his head and said, "Brother Wenbi, you know me. My temperament is just a martial artist. I am just pretending to be more elegant. If I take the lead, I will probably be bad things... I don't understand too many things!"

Wu Xun is easily afraid of being caught in a group, so Zhang Fu is just keeping his own strength and keeping a low profile so as not to be stared at. Then there will be no life to live in peace, and if it is not done well, it will harm his descendants.

The two were speechless. After a while, Zhu Yong raised his eyebrows and said, "Your Majesty has transferred your brother-in-law back to Beijing. This is to fight. Brother Wenbi, is your brother-in-law considered a military honor or a civil servant? Your Majesty has not given any explanation, and those civil officials dare not pronounce this problem."

Zhang Fu smiled and said, "Dehua is very famous. If anyone dares to touch on this problem, he will probably be worried about it. As for civil and military affairs... the Ming Dynasty governed the country with filial piety!"

Zhu Yong drank the tea in one sip and stood up and said, "Well, governing the country with filial piety, the late emperor did not distinguish where he was. Of course, Your Majesty wants Xiao Gui and Cao Sui!"

"But Brother Wenbi, your brother-in-law is now in conflict with the civil servants. He will probably rely on us in the future. He will have to have a leader at that time, right?"

Zhang Fu sighed in his heart and said, "He is probably not happy to do this. From the late emperor to the present, have you seen that he has formed a clique?"

At this time, he did not think about the current dilemma of Wu Xun, but was entangled in what had not happened yet. Wu Xun was really decadent...

Zhang Fu's eyes were slightly darker, and he stood up and sent Zhu Yong out.

As a result, when the two went out, they met Zhang Shuhui who came in with Wuyou in. Zhang Fu asked, "Is Wuyou afraid today?"

Zhang Shuhui first became lucky and then said, "This child is a brave man. The better time he had with his sister-in-law yesterday, the younger sister brought her here."

Zhang Fu nodded. Seeing Wuyou staring at him curiously, he smiled so much that his eyes wrinkles began to rise, and said softly: "Do you remember your uncle?"

Wuyou's big eyes were spinning, turning from Zhang Fu to Zhu Yong standing next to him with a smile, and then said, "A delicious uncle."

puff!

Zhang Fu and Zhu Yong couldn't help laughing. They forgot the depression just now and the calculations hidden in their hearts, but just smiled happily.

But after Xue Huamin came over to report, the two of them could no longer laugh.

"Dude, it's rumored that my son-in-law killed Li Mao, the son of the Zhenxie Department Officer Li Dezheng, and hung his body on the door of his study, which scared Li Dezheng crazy!"

Zhang Fu said in surprise: "No way?"

However, he remembered Fang Xing's temper and asked, "Is it related to the assassination of Qingshou Temple?"

Xue Huamin nodded, "Yes, it is rumored that Li Mao colluded with a foreign race and intended to assassinate his son-in-law."

"Brother Wenbi, your brother-in-law has such a cruel method! What a fast speed!"

Zhu Yong shook his head and sighed lightly, then bowed his hand, leaving with a slight interest.

Compared with Fang Xing, he felt that he was living too cowardly.

...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Yu Qian was laughing loudly, laughing with the villagers, and the surrounding areas were fields preparing for spring plowing.

A calf followed the big cow and was looking for food in the field. After hearing the laughter, the big cow stopped moving, but the calf looked back curiously.

"Potatoes can also be grown on the slopes, so this kind of land should not be idle!"

Yu Qian said to these farmers: "If you have free places around your home, you can also grow some vegetables. We must use the land and cannot just be satisfied with eating a full meal."

More than a dozen farmers listened carefully to him, and their faces were full of trust.

"You should raise more chickens and ducks at home, with a variety of potatoes and vegetables. Children can also get some wild vegetables when they are idle, so will they have food for chickens and ducks?"

Yu Qian pointed to the distance and said, "This Peking is very big! As long as you are diligent, you will not worry about your children being hungry and there is no oil or water. You can also exchange for extra chickens and ducks. Do you think it is?"

"Yes! Master Yu's words are reasonable. Raising more chickens and ducks can not only exchange for money, but also grow your children at home!"

An old villager bowed to Yu Qian and taught the men a lesson: "I remember everything, don't just go home and just know how to sleep and beat the children. That would be a waste of Master Yu's efforts."

The men agreed one after another, and then Yu Qian bowed, and he had to go back to the city.

"Good guy!"

Seeing Yu Qian riding a donkey away, the village elder said with emotion: "Who will come down to care about our lives or death? That is, Master Yu often comes and finds us a way to make money."

A man said, "Most of those people come down together, but Master Yu always comes down by himself. Most of the time, some people are not satisfied with him."

The old village turned around, with the wrinkles on his face squeezed into a ball, and sighed: "Hello, I, everyone, the best kindness. Lord Yu often comes to help us. In the eyes of his colleagues and Shangguan, this is a thorn in his eyes and a thorn in his flesh, reflecting their laziness. If he didn't drive him home, he would be merciless!"

Everyone sighed, and a man suddenly remembered something and said, "No, the second uncle, Lord Yu seems to have a good relationship with Xing and Bo."

The village elder said with relief: "Xinghe Bo Hu is short, he is merciless. Lord Yu must be steady if he sees him! Okay, go home and see where can you get a chicken and duck circle."

"Second uncle, where are you?"

"Get out! I'll look at the village land."

After the village elders left, they looked at the surrounding fields carefully and squinted from time to time, just like the masters who looked at the earthly spirit in ancient times.

When it was almost lunch, he turned his hands behind his back and slowly headed to the village.
Chapter completed!