"Dissolve!"

After Fang Xing spoke and disbanded, the ten people ran out of the main courtyard as if they were amnesty.

"Brother Dehua, are you going to train a servant?"

Zhang Taishun's clothes are still so luxurious, but his face is a bit dusty. It seems that he has been rushing around recently.

Fang Xing sighed: "I have encountered some things recently and feel that my life is a bit dangerous. So I just trained a few people by myself, and at least I can guard the house or the hospital."

Zhang Taishun's eyebrows jumped and said in surprise: "Brother Dehua, you can still train troops?"

Nowadays, those who know how to train soldiers are all well-known nobles, and the secret to train soldiers is their foundation, and they value it by passing them to their sons and not daughters-in-law.

So Zhang Taishun felt that Fang Xing was a little whimsical, but he was not easy to persuade him, so he just regarded it as a game.

"Taisun, why did you come back so early?"

After entering the study, the maid brought incense tea, Fang Xing rubbed his forehead and asked.

As soon as Zhang Taishun twitched his nose, he knew that he had woken up and drank wine at noon, and he was still drinking the same kind of good wine.

However, when I remembered my own experience, Zhang Taishun's face darkened and said, "My uncle is not convinced by my grandfather's assignment. He thinks that my father is not worthy of taking over the family business. He has been having a big fight during this period!"

Fang Xing drank tea and felt that such housework was the most difficult to break, so he could only comfort him: "How to divide the family property? This is the elder's business. You are a child from every family. Study honestly and don't get involved."

Perhaps because he felt that this was not convincing enough, Fang Xing encouraged him: "A good man will not eat family meals. Taishun. If you have no place to go in the future, you will come to Fangjiazhuang. If I have a bite of food, I won't be hungry."

This is very sincere, of course, based on Zhang Taishun's unaware that Fang Xing possesses huge amounts of supplies.

Zhang Taishun was obviously moved. He lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Brother Dehua, I will stay in Shuntian Mansion in the near future. Please take it in by Brother Dehua."

Fang Xing sighed lowly, patted Zhang Taishun on the shoulder and said, "You kid are just a little family conflict, so stay."

"Xiaobai, tell the young lady that she would clean up a few rooms in the front yard and let Taishun live."

Xiaobai outside responded to the sound, and Fang Xing also walked into the inner room while nagging. When he came out, he already had a set of bedding, two plastic basins, and toiletries in his hand.

"Brother Dehua..."

Seeing Fang Xing’s mother-in-law explaining the function of these things, Zhang Taishun felt a little sore in her eyes.

"Why are you crying!"

Fang Xing was most disgusted by the man's weakness, so he said, "Your grandfather is not dead yet, and it's not your uncle's turn to be the head of the family. As long as your father performs better, no one can take away this business!"

According to the current law, the eldest son generally inherits most of the family business, and the second son can only receive the part he has assigned and then set up his own business.

Zhang Taishun took the bedding and went to the front yard in a hurry.

After waiting for a while, Xiaobai came in with a smirk and walked behind Fang Xing, rubbing his arms and talking about Zhang Taishun's embarrassing things.

"Young Master, Zhang Taishun can't even put his bed in, making his bed look like a chicken coop."

Fang Xing felt the softness behind his head and couldn't help but feel a little excited, but when he thought of Xiaobai's age, he had to count his fingers and wait for it to dark.

Naturally, the banquet was set up at night, and a screen was divided into two tables for men and women.

Drinking good wine that he had never drunk before, even Ma Su wrote a poem with great enthusiasm, which attracted Zhang Taishun's applause.

"Teacher, what do you think?"

Ma Su's age is just when he needs adult encouragement, so Fang Xing praised a few words casually and said seriously: "Poetry is a path after all, just play with it, don't miss it."

Ma Su stood up and bowed to receive the teachings.

"Yes, my disciples should pay attention to the meaning of the scriptures from now on."

Zhang Taishun felt that Fang Xing was a little too strict, but he didn't expect that Fang Xing's next words made him even more confused.

"The meaning of the scripture?"

Fang Xing said playfully: "That thing is just a stepping stone. It's enough to grasp the key points of scientific research."

Zhang Taishun's eyebrows gradually frowned. After drinking a sip of wine, he asked with the intention of drinking: "Brother Dehua, don't you value the meaning of the scriptures?"

Nowadays, even the prince has to learn the meaning of the scriptures! What's more, countless scholars regard the Four Books and Five Classics as the ultimate principles, and they wish they could break up the words of the saint to understand them.

But Fang Xing actually regarded the scriptures as paper for wiping his butts, and threw them away after using them once. If this is spread, Fang Xingzhi will become a mortal enemy of scholars.

Fang Xing said lightly: "What can the meaning of the scriptures do? Can it cure the country? Or can it cure diseases!"

Although Ma Su knew that his teacher was a bit rebellious, he did not expect that he had become so disgusted with Confucianism.

Zhang Taishun was smiling bitterly, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Brother Dehua, how do you think of Confucianism?"

"Confucianism?"

Fang Xing drank two erotic drinks, and with the pleasure of drinking, he began to whine Fang Qiong.

"Confucianism is helpful to the unification of China. Under the influence of Confucianism, stability is the choice of everyone. As long as you can live and have hope, the people will not make trouble. Therefore, this is also an important reason why China will be together for a long time."

Without a spirit of resistance, this is the state of the nation under Confucianism.

“Isn’t this a benefit?”

Zhang Taishun poured wine for Fang Xing, and then asked with his eyes shiny.

"Good thing? Haha!"

Fang Xing toasted, and then said casually: "Confucianism's thoughts are a good thing for the unification and also for the rulers. But after repeated misinterpretations by the younger generation, the nation's enterprising spirit is also a good thing?"

As he said that, Fang Xing pointed at Zhang Taishun and smiled: "You and I are both vested interests. I shouldn't say bad things about Confucianism, but do you know? If this continues, the cycle of governance will continue to take place until the aliens drive a steamer and use cannons to break the backbone of this nation, and China will never recover from then on!"

Fang Xing squinted his eyes and sighed. He seemed to have seen the powerful ships and cannons of the aliens later, and used shells to open the doors of the eldest country. The purpose was only because they felt that the trade deficit was too large and wanted to use opium to offset the deficit.

The Queen of England at that time was worried that she could not defeat this giant, but who knew that this big guy was a paper tiger and could break it with one stab. As a result, the great powers all saw it, so they all came to get a share of the pie.

"I would rather give it to a friendly country than to a slave! Haha!"

Fang Xing's face showed a sarcastic look, and he said like an angry young man: "There are no rulers in this world that have been passed down for generations. Just say that if you believe it or not, you will definitely not last for three hundred years. You will have to collapse in the midst of internal and external troubles! Then..."

"Brother Dehua, you've drunk too much!"
Chapter completed!