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Chapter 19 Scholars dig holes

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    Following Fang Xing's decision, the people in Fang's village called for children and lit torches in the dining area. The children were wandering around the big stove, and when Hua Niang wasn't paying attention, they hurriedly stretched out their hands.  Go grab some oil cake and pull it off.

    "What a sin! With such good food, the young master is really too stupid to study!"

    While the flower girl was nagging, she pretended not to notice the little actions of the children, and just asked people to get bowls to make soup.

    The broth is piping hot, and there are some red peppers in it. After taking a sip, you immediately feel warm all over your body, and feel very comfortable.

    ??And everyone can actually find a piece of fat meat in their bowl, what an unexpected surprise!

    Eating fried cakes, drinking broth, and under the light of torches, Fang Xing's reputation as a young master was finally restored.

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

    "came back?"

    Fang Xing asked in surprise.

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

    "What are you kowtowing for?"

    Fang Xing said this, but he felt happy in his heart.

    This is the way to respect teachers!

    Just as he was talking, Xiaobai came in at the door and said, "Master, Ma Su is here."

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

    Fang Xing waved his hand and said: "No need to say more about these, you will win when it's your turn."

    Ma Su took out the contents of the test paper that he had written out last night and handed it to Fang Xing, fully expecting Fang Xing to give his opinion.

    Fang Xing didn¡¯t even look at it and said directly: ¡°The stereotyped writing is a shackles, and the imperial examination is just a tool to change your background. Don¡¯t think that these things can play any role in your future life and work.¡±

    This was a teaching, so Ma Su immediately bowed his head and agreed.

    After Fang Xing finished his words of instruction, he happily said to Xiaobai: "Go and tell the young lady that we will continue digging holes today, but each person will be given one more egg."

    This was to celebrate Ma Su¡¯s return from the exam. Without waiting for Ma Su to panic, Fang Xing took him to the place where he dug the hole.

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

    Ma Su shook his head and said in a daze: "Teacher, I don't know."

    Fang Xing shook his head and sighed softly: "You can't sit in a well and look at the sky, and don't imitate those rotten Confucians. If you become that kind of guy who doesn't distinguish between grains and grains, the first thing I will do is to expel you from the school. Do you understand?"

    Fang Xing has great opinions on Confucianism, and even though he is also a beneficiary, he will not change his original intention.

    Ma Su lowered his head to accept the instruction, but Fang Xing pointed to the front and said, "You go too, I don't want you to dig a hole, but you can knock the wall of the hole solid and flat, it will be no problem!"

    "is teacher."

    Ma Su obediently took off his outer clothes, took a wooden hammer from Xin Laoqi's hand and went down to the bottom of the pit.

    There were two big men at the bottom of the pit, and some skinny Ma Su caused a burst of surprise when he went down.  You know, since Ma Su became a disciple of Fang Xing, these bankers thought that this kid was lucky.

    The dealers have simple thoughts, but sometimes they will vent their anger like mischief, so Ma Su was unlucky.

    Fang Xing walked to the edge of the pit and looked at Ma Su who was beating the wooden planks on the pit wall with a wooden hammer with a stubborn look on his face. He said expressionlessly to Fang Jielun: "Don't help him, how did others do it?"  Just do whatever he wants!"

    Fang Jielun¡¯s face trembled slightly as he said, ¡°But young master, Ma Su is just a scholar!¡±

    ????????????Almost all scholars these days mean that there is no power to tie the chicken with their hands, and they just open their mouths.

    Fang Xing clapped his hands, looked at the increasingly hot sun, shook his head and said, "Nothing can be made without polishing it, and I don't want him to have to rely on his master to do anything when he becomes an official in the future."

    "Keep an eye on me."

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

    Zhang Shuhui was preparing for the evening banquet. Although Fang Xing was very tough, he arranged a way to celebrate in private.

    "Husband, one egg for each of us, this is a big deal!"

    Eggs are a luxury item these days, and farmers need to hatch them or sell them at the market in exchange for some money to buy household items.

    Fang Xing doesn¡¯t think soRanran said: "After the silage fodder is built, let all farmers raise chickens, and every household will raise chickens."

    As for the corn in the warehouse, Fang Xing was a little wary. He was worried that this thing would cause others to covet it.

    There are also sweet potatoes, which can be planted on any piece of land. The sweet potato vines can also feed pigs.

    It¡¯s just that Fang Xing doesn¡¯t dare to try it out at the moment, at least not until he feels safe.

    Ma Su was working at the bottom of the pit. The two big men beside him were talking in a strange tone while giving him the most difficult place to hit.

    "Puff puff!"

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

    "You are a rotten scholar who does not distinguish between grains and grains!"

    Thinking of the teacher¡¯s words, Ma Su gritted his teeth and slapped the wall of the pit hard until lunch.

    Today¡¯s lunch is very rich, including noodles.

    Hua Niang asked those people to wash their hands in a fierce manner to avoid soiling the dishes and chopsticks.

    ¡°There¡¯s also broth!¡±

    As soon as the smell of meat wafted out, everyone was salivating and waiting in line for food.

    A big bowl of noodles is poured with broth and a little spicy oil, and all the farmers eat it.

    Ma Su didn¡¯t want chili peppers, but Fang Jielun, the supervisor, said with a strange expression: ¡°Xiao Ma, the master said, you must eat chili peppers.¡±

    The great man once said that if it¡¯s not spicy, it¡¯s not that. Fang Xing believed that, so he wanted to cultivate the taste of his disciples.

    Ma Su¡¯s palms were no longer worn out. He tremblingly squatted to the edge holding the big bowl, looking at the heat coming out of the bowl, his eyes were a little red.

    But these days the teacher is God, you have to do whatever he asks you to do.

    It is Fang Xing¡¯s rule to rest for half an hour after eating noodles.

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

    "You kid, why are you so careless?"

    Zhang Shuhui asked Ma Su to open his hands, looked at the broken blood bubbles, and frowned.

    "Master's wife."

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

    "Hey! I don't know what your master is thinking, but it's always for your sake."

    Zhang Shuhui was nagging while using a purple liquid to disinfect his palms, and finally applied ointment.

    "If you can't bear it, don't hold on! Master, help you tell me."

    Ma Su frowned and said, "No, Master, I can do it."

    In one morning, Ma Su experienced a lot. He was like an alien among these bankers, and aliens were often squeezed out.

    Half an hour later, without anyone calling, the dealers picked up their tools and continued working, and Ma Su was among them, silently descending to the bottom of the pit.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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