MTL - Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty-Chapter 17 hand-picked
Chapter 17 hand-picked
Youdao is to accompany you like a tiger. Liu Qian smashed his head, which was extremely painful, but now he can't care about it.
Emperor Hongzhi just waved his hand indifferently, but became thoughtful.
The scene he saw just now still floated in his mind. Thinking of the merchant, he hugged Fang Jifan's thigh tightly and insisted on asking Fang Jifan to sell the ebony to him. He is not too interested in the matter of time, what makes him more concerned is...
He suddenly thought about reforming the soil and returning to the country, and raised his eyes, but looked at Zhu Houzhao who was waiting by the side, and said kindly: "Hou Zhao."
"My son is here." Zhu Houzhao was still excited about going out to play in the palace, and his face was still flushed with excitement, and he responded excitedly.
Emperor Hongzhi looked at Zhu Houzhao with some kindness, and said: "I also listen to you. If the emperor's son participated in the review, I will give you a question. Why do you decide on the Southwest? How do you answer?"
Zhu Houzhao was immediately energetic and excited, and he said without hesitation: "Father, the chieftains in the southwest are just a group of thieves, so why should such trouble be necessary? No matter whether they are convinced or not, I took the heads of more than a dozen chieftains first, who would dare not accept? I have already thought about these three routes of soldiers and horses. One team attacked from the ancient road, and the other ordered the government of Guizhou, Yunnan. mu..."
Zhu Houzhao has been good at guns and sticks since he was a child, he likes spirits and horses, and he yearns for things on the battlefield. Today, when his father tested him, he naturally revealed his thoughts, hoping to be appreciated by his father.
But Zhu Houzhao was only halfway through, when Emperor Hongzhi suddenly showed a look of despair, and murmured: "The children of other people's families..."
That's right, Nan and Bo dote on their own son. That kid is a jerk, but he doesn't look like a good thing; and I also have a son, um... he is still obedient, but he is confident, no matter how **** he is, he can say a word The key to the problem in the Southwest is revealed, and my child, who obviously reads every day, is quite smart, but just...
Not only can children not be pampered, but if they are not talented enough, they have to be stupid, so they need to be disciplined very strictly.
Emperor Hongzhi was filled with emotions, and his gaze became severe.
Zhu Houzhao only heard the words of other people's children, and seeing his father's eyes like lightning, he suddenly had a bad feeling.
He stammered, and before he could continue to express his grandest idea, Emperor Hongzhi snorted coldly and reprimanded sharply: "Others don't read, but you read. Why is it better to be an ignorant person if you are a reader?" For you, I have worked so hard, how many famous teachers have I hired for you, and where have you read your books? You are my son, and in the future you will inherit the great rule and inherit the foundation of your ancestors. You only know about guns every day. Sticks, swords... Taizu Gaodi won the world on horseback. Are you a descendant, but you still try to rule the world on horseback? You don’t have to look wronged. In the past, every time you acted like a fool, I would tolerate you , but starting today, you will never be allowed to go on fooling around like this. You will be punished to copy the article a hundred times for reforming the country and returning to the people. If there is one word missing, I will never forgive you. Never show mercy!"
Zhu Houzhao was dumbfounded.
This is provoking someone. Seeing his father's stern words, could it be... this is someone else's father?
But when he heard that he was asked to transcribe "reform the soil and return to the stream", Zhu Houzhao understood, and couldn't help grinding his teeth, Fang Jifan cheated me.
Emperor Hongzhi was still angry, but he calmed down again. He calmed down, and slowly turned his eyes to a pile of test papers on the desk. The vermilion pen, it seems that he hesitated for a while, and finally, the vermilion pen landed on the test paper, drawing a red circle at the end of the paper.
After that, he put the pen back into the ivory horn pen holder in an orderly manner, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
………
Fang Jifan was dragged by the beggar Wang Jinyuan to sign the contract, and then took Deng Jian back home.
The mood today is particularly cheerful, and the matter of Wumu has been settled, which makes Fang Jifan have confidence in the future.
The ebony of the shipwreck at least proved one thing, that is, the things remembered in my mind will happen at every moment in the future, and there is no deviation in history. This... is an unimaginable treasure, What happened in Tongzhou, what will happen in Beijing in the next month, what changes will happen in Hangzhou or Nanjing, all those articles are clearly and clearly written in the prefectural and county annals that I have read in my previous life. in vain.
got rich.
Fang Jifan was proud, but it was Deng Jian who was frowning. He was frightened at the moment. When he saw the emperor, he was frightened out of his wits and couldn't understand what Fang Jifan and the emperor said. But most of the time, he saw The most striking thing is that the emperor Fang Jifan's face was full of anger, which made him feel lingering fear.
Your Majesty, you won't blame the young master for his nonsense.
At this moment, Fang Jifan remembered something, and said, "Little Deng Deng."
Deng Jian hurriedly said: "The little one is here."
"The matter outside just now..."
"I understand." Deng Jian nodded understandingly.
Fang Jifan did not understand: "What do you understand?"
Deng Jian said considerately: "If the uncle knows that the young master has provoked the emperor and the old man outside, he will probably be scared to death again, and there is also the matter of doing business, the little one will not sue..."
Have you offended the emperor? It seems... no.
Whatever, let others understand it. Anyway, in the eyes of others, no matter what I do, nothing good will happen.
Fang Jifan waved the Concubine Xiang fan, sighing in his heart, this time it was even worse, not only to be a prodigal at home, but also to go out of the house, in order not to make people suspect that he was pretending to be crazy, he had to act like a jerk.
Fortunately... Fang Jifan is used to it. No matter how bad the reputation is, it won't be so bad, right?
What's more...Fang Jifan touched the few ingots of silver and a stack of Daming banknotes in his sleeve very reassuringly.
This is Wang Jinyuan's deposit, seventy taels of silver in cash, and nine thousand eight hundred taels of treasure notes.
By the time of the Hongzhi Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty’s precious banknotes had depreciated a lot, and it was no longer one tael exchanged for one tael of real gold and silver. The so-called nine thousand eight hundred taels could only be exchanged for more than nine hundred taels of silver, at an exchange rate of ten to one. After all, this thing is easy to carry, and the follow-up silver and discounted land and house deeds will naturally be handed over and sent to the house.
Anyway, now that he has money, Fang Jifan feels much more at ease.
Halfway through the journey, there were noisy voices in the distance.
Fang Jifan is not a person who likes to join in the fun, but Deng Jian's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Young master, there is some excitement."
Fang Jifan was silent for a while, then looked at the excited Deng Jian.
There's excitement. Look, you big-headed ghost.
However, looking at Deng Jian looking forward to it, is it true that the prodigal son in the past loved the excitement most?
Ok…
Fang Jifan felt that he had to slowly get into the role of the prodigal son, so Concubine Xiang slapped him, just like Gao Yanei in TV dramas: "Let's go and have a look."
It's just that there are three scholars standing on the side of the street, wearing Confucian shirts and towels, but looking at their half-worn clothes, you can tell that they are down-and-out scholars.
The three of them were on the street, their faces haggard.
It seems that they were kicked out by the inn. The shopkeeper of this inn was clasping his hands towards them, and said with a wry smile: "Three young masters, you are masters of talents, and the small shop dare not offend. It's just that the small shop is doing small business. But right now, the young master’s friends... are unlucky, if they don’t seek medical advice, they will surely die. The three young masters have spent a lot of money to treat their friends’ illnesses. The villain also admires this. But now, the young masters are bringing It's not a matter that the dying patient stays here all the time, please ask the young masters to find another place to live, the villain also knows that the three young masters are ashamed of their pockets, and the money they owed to the shop before, just let it go, offend, offend .”
...
No one supports me, my heart... hurts so much!
(end of this chapter)
