The same is true in the city, and the business of the mutton shop is still good.

Fang Xing walked along the way with his two children.

"Two bowls of soup, one bowl is a little less."

The shopkeeper already knew Fang Xing's identity and immediately shivered to make mutton soup, but he felt a little happy.

Xing and Bo both like to eat at my house, which means it tastes good!

It was okay to wake up after speeding down the road, but the two children felt a little uncomfortable.

The potatoes slowly drank the soup with a bowl, and then woke up and fed Huanhuan slowly.

This is the standard civilian version of the father-son get along.

Huanhuan used to hate broth, but after she arrived at Fang Xing's side, she followed the potatoes every day. After spending too much, she naturally had a sweet meal.

After drinking the broth, Huan Huan was sweating all over and her face was red.

"Dad, it's delicious."

Of course, a good father who can play with him must be a good father.

This son is so easy to buy!

Fang Xing was a little depressed, and then wiped his sweat and took him out.

The pedestrians remain the same and will not look at Fang Xing and his son at first sight.

The harvest season always brings more joy and more busyness.

Huanhuan looked at the pedestrians, shopkeepers, guys, shops on the street with curiosity...

The child is always curious about the world he sees and dares to explore fearlessly.

When he returned to the camp, Yaodi was already looking forward to it. Fang Xing handed Huanhuan to her and then took Potato to the big tent.

"Master, the most fresh food in the south can't be received."

The left-behind servants conveyed the news from Peking.

"The first freshest..."

Fang Xing looked at the potatoes and encouraged him: "Tell me, let me see."

Tudou was not afraid either. He thought for a while and said, "Dad, the freshest thing in Peking is good. If the south is stuck, it means they are afraid and timid, so they only dare to get the south..."

This view is just mediocre.

"I don't know how much impact the No. 1 freshman has on our family. I remember that every year when the village and No. 1 freshman come to report the bill and deliver things, my mother is very happy. It can be seen that the impact is quite large, so the child thinks..."

Fang Xing looked ahead, as if he was not paying attention to his words.

Tudou hesitated for a moment and said, "Dad, it's time to send a message to the south and let them do it..."

"tough?"

Fang Xing asked, his tone light.

Tudou said without hesitation: "Dad, if you don't move once, others will look down on our family."

"And the No. 1 Xianxian and Zhuangzi in the south will be bullied. The child remembers that the people in the village often say that they have their fathers here, so no one dares to bully them, so they work hard, just wondering if it will be the same in the south..."

Fang Xing pondered, Tudou was a little nervous.

This is Fang Xing’s teaching exam for him, and Fang Xing said before that what kind of temperament determines a person’s future destiny.

Tudou dared not deceive him and told his true thoughts.

According to Fang Xing, his little kid's idea is too tender. Just look at his face and you will know whether it is true or false.

This kid still cares too much!

Fang Xing smiled and said, "This is revenge. Those people hate the preferential treatment of the gentry to the core, but as a father, he insisted on this matter and took action himself, so this is revenge."

"This is a timid revenge. I dare to guarantee my father. Now the first few in the south has returned to normal. Do you know why?"

Tudou shook his head, then nodded again, and said, "Dad, are they afraid?"

Fang Xing has a great reputation outside, especially the magnanimous one, even Tudou knows that if you get magnanimous, you must be prepared to be retaliated against crazy.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Fang Xing couldn't help laughing. Tudou knew that his answer was good, so he laughed.

Fang Xing looked at Tudou with satisfaction and said, "It's still young, no, it's very young, but you can just grasp the direction. In the future, the things will naturally become more and more mature."

Everyone hopes that their wife and children will be filial. No, they must not only be filial, but also be capable, calm and smart...

Almost all fathers in the world are the same. They hide their tenderness towards their children, and their eyes are mostly harsh or impatient.

And everything is just that they hope that all the strengths of the world will be displayed in their children, that everything will be well and perfect...

Tudou was like the child who was praised by his father. He couldn't help but laugh and was very happy.

Fang Xing sighed in his heart, knowing that he could not escape some of the bad habits of an ordinary father after all.

He walked over to touch the top of Tudou's head and encouraged, "You're fine, go and play with your younger brother later."

Tudou nodded vigorously, his eyes were shiny, as if there was light.

This is the joy and confidence after being affirmed by my father.

After Tudou went out, Xin Laoqi came in and said, "Master, Hejian Mansion is safe everywhere, but there is some undercurrent in the capital."

"Hejian Mansion is nothing, it's just a signal, a signal that the powerful and powerful in the north know, they don't want to hide..."

...

Hejian Mansion has become a three-no matter zone!

After Liu Guan and Fang woke up, the capital city's eyes focused, but no matter how many people were arrested or how many people died in Hejian Mansion, no one questioned them.

The atmosphere of harvest permeates the countryside and the city.

After Fang Xing completely let go, Liu Guan's performance was completely called a capable minister.

The angry gentry from all over the country was directly suppressed by Liu Guan's command of Jubaoshanwei. His orders were cold, and Jubaoshanwei also followed suit.

For a time, Liu Guan’s name was able to stop children from crying at night in Hejian Mansion. It was really a very bad reputation!

Liu Guan has only now made some taste of Zuodu Censor.

In Shandong, the playboy Xu Jingchang and Zhu Yong cooperated, both inside and outside, and directly began to clean up the gentry who resisted with force.

The emperor was just indifferent to this. He couldn't even get up with a few memorials, so he was filtered out by Yang Rong and the others.

The smell of blood gradually spread, spreading from Shandong to the capital, and then from the capital to the south.

"The whole Ming Dynasty was trembling!"

"Yes, those gentry... no, we are trembling too, not knowing when this bad luck will fall on our heads..."

Two gentry stood by the avenue, with ox carts and servants behind them.

There is a faint mist rising in the fields, and the morning air carries a sweet fragrance after harvest, which makes people feel refreshed.

The two were waiting, not sure what they were waiting for.

"We have all contributed money at home. I used to think that the capital would definitely not be liquidated, but now it seems that it is wrong."

"Yes! Your Majesty is determined, and those in the court cannot persuade them. Xing and Bo are even more bloodthirsty. Even the playboy Xu Jingchang was red in Shandong and Ding Gong. What can we do..."

The two of them looked worried, wondering how to solve this dilemma.

A sound of horse hooves came, very densely, and the two of them quickly retreated to the side.

At this time, most of the cavalry teams galloping on the official road were messengers, and the blockers deserved it.
Chapter completed!