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Chapter 11 Snow-white flour

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    In the study room of a large mansion in Peiping, Zhang Taishun, who was still in high spirits during the day, said to a middle-aged man sitting next to him: "This is Fang Dehua's opinion. What does Master Cheng have to say?"

    The light illuminated Master Cheng's pensive face, and he said slowly after hearing the words: "That Fang Dehua can say that Jiubian will be corrupted sooner or later, as well as the pros and cons of the former Song Dynasty, it shows that he is not the kind of person who studies to death.  People who read books, yes! I am the Jiubian of the Ming Dynasty"

    After muttering a few words, Master Cheng raised his head and said, "Actually, your Majesty is more worried about"

    Zhang Taishun thought of what Fang Xing said today: "Actually I guess he is worried that if he stays in a prosperous place for a long time, his descendants and officials will sooner or later have fun with civil and military affairs."

    " Jinling is prosperous, and over time, the center of my Ming Dynasty will deteriorate."

    After Master Cheng finished speaking, he saw the shock on Zhang Taishun's face.

    Because Fang Xing still has something to say

    "But even if we move to Peking, it will just delay the time. If we don't make adjustments to the system, my future in Ming Dynasty"

    This look

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    Chen Xiao, who was sober, was worried about being kidnapped when he got home, so he ran away with the remaining wine bottle. Before leaving, Fang Xing asked him to bring a large bag of gifts, all of which were rare items.

    After the family finished dinner, they sat outside to enjoy the cool air. Xiaobai also thoughtfully fanned Fang Xing with a round fan.

    Looking at this leisurely scene, Zhang Shuhui couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, and then brought a peeled grape to Fang Xing's mouth.

    With that slender jade finger, Fang Xing ate it, and then said, "How is Master Zhuangzi doing lately?"

    Zhang Shuhui smiled and said: "It's okay, just a little lazy."

    With a beautiful smile and crooked eyebrows, this girl who once felt like dead water finally regained her life.

    Fang Xing smiled and said, "It's not enough to be too lazy. Let's organize it and ask each of those farmers to send someone to tidy the ditches and clean the village. Each person will be given three kilograms of flour per day."

    When Xiaobai heard this, he ignored his dignity and said first, "But Master, although our family has newly collected rent, we can't withstand such trouble!"

    The summer grain has been harvested, and the rent due to the owner¡¯s family has been paid, but the new wheat is now in the granary, and it is to be fed by the family in the compound!

    Zhang Shuhui also agrees with Xiaobai's view. In her opinion, even if the food cannot be eaten, who knows when there will be a famine!

    The Chinese people have a tradition, which is to dig holes deep and store grain widely.

    When Fang Xing saw that his wife and concubines were unanimously opposed to him, he smiled and said, "Put your heart back in your stomach. I told you, even if the whole world is hungry, our family will not be short of food."

    Xiaobai immediately stopped competing, but Zhang Shuhui still had some doubts.

    Fang Xing didn¡¯t say much. He was newly married and there were no entertainment facilities at night, so he spent the whole night in a state of chaos.

    The next morning, Fang Xing exercised in the courtyard as usual, and then went to take a shower.

    Zhang Shuhui used to get up, but later Fang Xing forced her to sleep until dawn.  When she woke up, she heard Xiaobai outside exclaiming: "Master, there are so many bags here!"

    Zhang Shuhui hurried out. As soon as she reached the door, she saw a layer of old bags piled high in the yard, and in the morning light, she saw that there were crooked things written on the bags.

    "What's this?"

    Zhang Shuhui touched the bag with her hand and felt it was very soft.

    "This is flour."

    Fang Xing walked over and said while wiping his hair with a towel.

    "so many?"

    Xiaobai opened his mouth and thought that the flour here should be enough for the people in Zhuangzi to eat for a month.

    Zhang Shuhui woke up from the shock and asked: "Husband, where does this flour come from?"

    Fang Xing said disapprovingly: "This is a gift from my friend, Shuhui. The people who contributed to Zhuangzi this time will use this flour to make their hair. But remember to keep these bags, I will use them."

    Zhang Shuhui suppressed the surprise in her heart, nodded and said: "Husband, with these flour, I will discuss it with the housekeeper today."

    "Xiao Bai, on the other hand, cut open a bag with some hesitation, then took out a handful of flour and shouted: "Master, this flour is so white!"

    Fang Xing said disdainfully: "The wheat bran and malt have been removed, and the outer layer has been finely processed. How can it be compared to our own?"delicious.  "

    This is all-purpose flour. After processing, the flour looks white, while Fang¡¯s flour looks a little dull.

    When Zhang Shuhui saw such white flour, she couldn't help but said: "Husband, how about we keep a few bags?"

    Fang Xing said impatiently: "As a man, I don't care about this kind of thing, it's up to you, it's up to you!"

    Seeing Fang Xing taking Xin Laoqi out like a young master, Zhang Shuhui couldn't help but smile.

    "Xiao Bai, go and invite the housekeeper."

    Fang Xing arrived at the left side of Zhuangzi again. There was also a farm here, but it looked a bit dusty. A few old farmers were pulling weeds in the field, and the scene was a bit dull.

    ¡°It¡¯s not a small place here!¡±

    Fang Xing was a little surprised. The land here was actually larger than that in Fangjiazhuang.

    Xin Laoqi came over and said angrily: "Master, this is Li Dezheng, the governor of Shuntian Prefecture. This guy must be a corrupt official!"

    "Stop talking nonsense!"

    Fang Xing knew that the deterrent power of ¡®Zhu Peipi¡¯ was still there, and the officialdom at that time was not as corrupt as it would be a few decades later.

    "But it's not a good bird either!"

    A governor from the eighth grade can actually get hundreds of acres of land, tsk tsk!

    Turning around, Fang Xing pointed his folding fan behind Zhuangzi and said, "Let's go to the river and have a look."

    The reason why Zhuangzi here is valuable is because there is a river behind it.  The existence of this river prevented Fangjiazhuang and other Zhuangzi from worrying about drought.

    The river is about thirty meters wide, and the water is calm. There are willows on both sides of the river. The hanging willows even reach into the river, attracting a few small fish to play on the edge.

    Fang Xing didn¡¯t understand fish, but that didn¡¯t stop him from asking Xin Laoqi to go back and find the fishing net.

    After Xin Laoqi left, Fang Xing simply took off his coat, rolled up his trousers, happily walked to the shallow water, and reached out to touch the crabs under the rocks.

    The river water was slightly cool, and Fang Xing felt his hands under the stone. He felt something retreating, and he immediately felt happy.

    "Brother Dehua!"

    "Ouch!"

    Fang Xingzheng had caught the thing, but a shout from the shore slowed his movements.

    ¡°Damn it!¡±

    Fang Xing took out his hand, ignoring the crab clamped on his left index finger, and looked towards the shore.

    Zhang Taishun stood on the shore, the breeze blew by, and there was a sense of youthful romance.  He pointed at Fang Xing's left hand in astonishment, "Brother Dehua, what is that?"

    Fang Xing pushed himself to the shore and said proudly: "These are crabs. If you touch a few more, you can make a dish for lunch."

    "Cooking?"

    This Zhang Taishun is probably a young man who has never touched Yang Chun Shui. He covered half of his face with a folding fan and said: "Brother Dehua, can this food be eaten?"

    People in the north don¡¯t eat crab much at this time, so it¡¯s normal that they don¡¯t recognize him.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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