With Fang Xing's decision, Fangjiazhuang called his children and had torches at the place where he ate. The children were wandering around the big stove. While Hua Niang was not paying attention, she quickly reached out to grab some oil cakes.

"It's a sin! Such a good food, the young master is really stupid to read!"

While nagging, Hua Niang pretended not to see the little movements of the children, but just called someone to bring a bowl to make soup.

The broth was hot and there were some red peppers inside. After a sip, I felt hot all over my body and felt very comfortable.

Moreover, there is still a piece of fat in each person's bowl, which is really a surprise!

Eating oil cakes, drinking broth, and under the illumination of torches, Fang Xing's reputation has completely gained.

...

The whole Fangjiazhuang had a good night's sleep. The next morning, Fang Xing, who was having breakfast, saw Xin Laoqi coming in.

"Come back?"

Fang Xing asked unexpectedly.

Xin Laoqi lowered his head and said, "Young Master, we came back last night, but it was a bit late. Ma Su kowtowed to you outside before going back."

"What are you kowtowing!"

Fang Xing said, but he felt happy.

This is how to respect teachers and respect the Tao!

As he was talking, Xiaobai came in at the door, "Young Master, Ma Su is here."

Ma Su walked in with a tired look on his face. He first bowed to greet his master and his wife, and then talked about his exam situation.

Fang Xing waved his hand and said, "No need to say more about these things, you should win if you deserve it."

Ma Su took out the test paper he wrote last night and handed it to Fang Xing, looking forward to Fang Xing's advice.

Fang Xing didn't even look at it, and said directly: "The eight-legged essay is a shackle, and the imperial examination is just a tool to change one's background. Don't think that these things can play a role in your future life and work."

This is the teaching, so Ma Su immediately bowed his head and agreed.

After Fang Xing finished speaking what he taught, he said to Xiaobai happily: "Go and tell the young lady, just say that we will continue to dig holes today, but each person will give you an extra egg."

This is celebrating Ma Su's return from the exam. Before Ma Su was frightened, he woke up and took him to the place where he dug a hole.

Along the way, you could see the farmers carrying the digging soil back. Fang Xing asked, "Ma Su, do you know what you can do when you take this soil back?"

Ma Su shook her head and said blankly: "Teacher, I don't know."

Fang Xing shook his head and sighed: "You should not look at the sky in a well. Don't learn from those corrupt scholars. If you become the kind of guy who doesn't distinguish between grains, the first thing I do is to drive you out of the sect. Do you understand?"

Fang Xing had a great opinion on Confucianism, and even if he was a beneficiary, he would not change his original intention.

Ma Su lowered his head and received the teachings, but Fang Xing pointed to the front and said, "You go too, don't you go digging the hole, but you can knock the hole wall firmly and flatten it, so it's okay!"

"Yes, teacher."

Ma Su took off her outer clothes well and took a wooden hammer from Xin Laoqi's hand and went to the bottom of the pit.

The two big men at the bottom of the pit were the ones. Ma Su, a little thin, caused a surprise after he went down. You know, since Ma Su woke up from his apprenticeship, these merchants felt that this kid was lucky.

The farmers' minds are very simple, but sometimes they will vent like mischief, so Ma Su is in trouble.

Fang Xing walked to the edge of the pit and looked at Ma Su below with a stubborn face pounding the wooden board spread on the pit wall with a wooden hammer. The expressionless Jay Fang said, "Don't help him, he will do whatever others do!"

Jay Fang said with a trembling face: "But young master, Ma Su is just a scholar!"

Almost all scholars these days mean that they have no power to tie up a chicken, and they are just like opening their mouths.

Fang Xing clapped his hands, looked at the gradually hot sun, and shook his head and said, "The jade cannot be made into a weapon without being carved, and I don't want him to rely on his master to do things in the future as an official."

"Look at me."

After the explanation was completed, Fang Xing returned to the main courtyard.

Zhang Shuhui was organizing a dinner for the evening. Although Fang Xing was very hard, she privately arranged a way to celebrate.

"Husband, each person has an egg, this is a big deal!"

Eggs are luxury these days. Farmers want to hatch eggs or sell them at markets for some money to buy some household purchases.

Fang Xing said disapprovingly: "After the Qingchuan feed is built, let the farmers raise chickens and every family raise them."

As for the corn in the warehouse, Fang Xing was a little afraid, and he was worried that this thing would arouse others' covetousness.

There are also sweet potatoes, which can be planted by just finding a piece of land, and sweet potato vines can also be fed to pigs.

But Fang Xing didn't dare to try it out at the moment, at least he didn't dare to do it until he felt safe.

Ma Su worked at the bottom of the pit, and the two big men beside him were talking sarcastically while giving him the hardest to knock.

"Puff puff puff!"

The knock continued, and soon, Ma Su felt a pain in his palm. He knew that it was blistering.

"A corrupt scholar who is inseparable from all grains!"

Thinking of the teacher's words, Ma Su gritted her teeth and slapped the pit wall hard until lunch.

Today's lunch was very hearty and there were noodles.

Hua Niang asked those people to wash their hands so that they wouldn't dirty the dishes.

"And there is broth!"

As soon as the meat scent floated out, everyone was sucking in saliva and waiting in line for food.

A large bowl of noodles was poured with broth and a little spicy oil. The merchants all ate it.

Ma Su didn't want chili peppers, but Jay Fang, who was supervising the worker, said with a strange expression: "Xiaoma, the young master said, you must eat chili peppers."

The great man once said that Fang Xing deeply agreed with it, so he wanted to cultivate the taste of his disciples.

Ma Su's palms had not been worn out. He squatted to the side with a big bowl tremblingly. Looking at the heat coming out of the bowl, his eyes were a little red.

But nowadays, the teacher is just a god, and you have to do whatever he asks you to do.

After eating noodles, rest for half an hour, this is Fang Xing’s rule.

Ma Su returned the bowl back. Just when he was a little sad, Zhang Shuhui came, and the merchants all lowered their heads.

"Why are you so careless?"

Zhang Shuhui asked Ma Su to open her hands and look at the worn blood bubbles, and couldn't help but frown and said.

"Master's wife."

Ma Su's eyes turned redder, and he turned his head aside to prevent Zhang Shuhui from seeing his embarrassment.

"Hey! I don't know what your master thinks, but it's always for your own good."

While nagging, Zhang Shuhui disinfected his palms with a purple potion, and finally applied ointment.

"If you can't stand it, don't hold on! Master's wife told you to go."

Ma Su stammered his neck and said, "No, Master's wife, I can do it."

In one morning, Ma Su experienced a lot. He was like an alien among these merchants, and aliens were often excluded.
Chapter completed!