"How much does nineteen plus one hundred and three equal?"

In the study, Fang Xing held a ruler in his hand and looked at Zhang Taishun and Ma Su with malicious intentions, waiting for them to answer the wrong answer and be able to show off their power.

Ma Su replied confidently: "Teacher, it's equal to one hundred and twenty-two."

“What about thirty-seven plus thirty-six? Well?”

Since there was no loophole in Ma Su, Fang Xing turned his target to Zhang Taishun without hesitation.

Zhang Tai said it for a moment, and the villain in Fang Xing’s heart was already laughing wildly, “I’ll give you three seconds, no, it’s three breaths!”

The black line flowed down Zhang Taishun's forehead, but the ruler in Fang Xing's hand was a huge threat, so he had to give up his plan to hide his weakness.

“Equal to four hundred and three.”

"Why!"

Fang Xing regretfully placed the ruler on the table and began to ask them to recite the multiplication formula.

"One gets one, one gets two..."

After school in the afternoon, Zhang Taishun stood up and said with some regret: "Brother Dehua, I will go to Yingtian Mansion tomorrow. I don't know when I will be able to receive teaching again."

During this period, Zhang Taishun learned a variety of things from Fang Xing, but what shocked him the most was mathematics.

Inspired by Fang Xing, Zhang Taishun discovered that mathematics is so mysterious. From a country to an ordinary person, mathematics is playing a role silently.

But at present, the mathematics of the Ming Dynasty is somewhat out of tune and has been completely submerged in the eight-legged essay, becoming a miscellaneous study among miscellaneous studies.

There are also physics, chemistry, and geography, which makes Zhang Taishun feel that what he learned before is so superficial.

"Brother Dehua... can you visit Yingtian Mansion?"

Zhang Taishun's eyes were bright and he looked at Fang Xing with anticipation, hoping that he could settle in Yingtian Mansion.

A glimmer appeared on Ma Su's face, and he was worried that he would lose this "Great Talent Panpan" mentor.

Fang Xing's eyes turned between the two of them. While he was secretly proud, he pretended to be like "We are not weeds" and said, "Forget it, Taishun, I prefer the life of Yiyun Yehe, but I have let you down."

Ma Su was happy, but Zhang Taishun was deeply disappointed, and then bowed and said, "Brother Dehua, I'm going for at most three months. If I encounter difficulties in my studies, please give me more advice."

Fang Xing was stunned and asked, "But how do we contact each other?"

These days are not a year for easy communication. Once you part, it often means that there is no news since then, so there are so many farewell songs and songs.

Zhang Taishun clapped his hands, and then a very tall young man walked in.

The man stood by the door with his eyebrows down and listened carefully to Zhang Taishun's explanation.

"Brother Dehua, this person is called Ding Xiao, and he will forward my letters from now on."

Both Fang Xing and Ma Su saw this scene for the first time and were stunned for a moment.

Ding Xiao bowed and said, "Please rest assured young master, and please rest assured young master Fang. The villain is on the next village and arrives as soon as he shouts."

Zhang Taishun left, and temporarily losing this intelligent student made Fang Xing feel a little disappointed, but when he learned that Ma Su was going to take the college entrance examination, he suddenly became a little uneasy.

After a long time of expressionless face, Fang Xing said in a state of concern:

"Go and go, your mother will be taken care of by your teacher's wife."

Ma Su carried her bag and took the exam tools given by Fang Xing, and got on the carriage driven by Xin Laoqi and went to the city.

At this time, Peiping was still building a large-scale construction to build the future Forbidden City, so some areas were forbidden.

When he arrived at the examination room of the college entrance examination, Xin Laoqi handed the package to Ma Su and said silly: "Xiaoma, go, I'll wait for you across the examination room."

Ma Su nodded, took the package, and followed the crowd into the examination room.

When he arrived at his seat, Ma Su opened the package and looked at the carefully prepared things inside, his eyes couldn't help but feel hot.

...

In the early morning, Fang Xing came back from a patrol and saw Zhang Shuhui reading the almanac.

The sun shone in from outside the window, and a few rays of light passed by Zhang Shuhui's face. With concentration, the white jade-like nose and delicate little mouth made this morning a little more quiet.

"Husband."

Zhang Shuhui raised her head slightly, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Shuhui, what do you think of this?"

Zhang Shuhui smiled with a pursed lips and said, "I don't know what's going on. This year's hospital examination is so late."

"Who knows."

Fang Xing lay on the kang and said lazily: "But the people in the village are a little lazy, I'm going to help them find some work."

"What life?"

Zhang Shuhui has always felt that farming is the foundation, so as long as the harvest on the farm is fine, she feels it is enough.

Fang Xing sat up and said with his fingers, "Look, the people in the farm basically have no income except for two seasons. They live a tight life, so they have to find a source of wealth for them!"

In fact, not only the merchants need wealth, but also think about it!

Although several sets of makeup boxes were sold, Peking is not yet a Beijing city, and Fang Xing has no connections, so the sales situation is not very good.

What can be done?

Fang Xing's eyes turned outside the window. When he saw the two leaves emerging from the flower pot, he felt aroused and said, "Or why not plant peppers."

At present, there is no chili plant in the Ming Dynasty. Most of the food is made of dogwood and other things to add spicy flavor.

If Fangjiazhuang could grow chili peppers, would it be a source of wealth?

And... Chinese cabbage!

If Chinese cabbage is stored in a cellar, it can be kept until the second year of consumption.

And there is also kimchi!

When I remembered that the Simidas used kimchi to apply for World Heritage in later generations, Fang Xing felt that it was really ridiculous.

In the Ming Dynasty, there are kimchi in many places today, which is a life skill that has been passed down for a long time in China.

And if it is just sour kimchi, will the taste be a little single?

When I remembered the chili peppers in the warehouse and the pot of "potted plants" on the windowsill, I couldn't help but turn black.

"Grow chili, grow cabbage, raise pigs."

Fang Xing made a decision on the future plan for Fangjiazhuang, but when he thought of the rebukes from his time travel colleagues, Fang Xing felt that he was really weak.

He did what he said, and Fang Xing immediately called the housekeeper and summoned all the farmers in Fangjiazhuang.

A crowd of people stood outside the gate, making Fang Xing, who was standing at the door, feel a little stressed. He coughed dryly and said, "I guess everyone has heard of some movement, right?"

Before calling someone, Fang Xing asked the butler to let some news out, which is also a way to arouse everyone's interest.

As Fang Xing continued to "benevolent politics", the merchants' views on this master's family became better and better, so everyone's faces showed an expression of expectation.

"That's right, today I want to tell you about our Zhuangzi's next plan to make money!"

Buzzing!
Chapter completed!