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"" Xie Qian felt depressed.
¡°Obviously, he was suing Fang Jifan.
Why did you turn your head? It¡¯s the prince¡¯s, isn¡¯t it?
"HoweverAlthough Fang Jifan is also making trouble, if you think about it carefully, maybe it is really His Highness the Crown Prince who is making a fool of himself.
It¡¯s justas a cabinet bachelor, how can he criticize the prince?
As a result, Liu Jian and others fell silent, and only some embarrassing coughs could be heard.
But Emperor Hongzhi's face was a bit excited, and he said angrily: "I thought that after punishing him by kneeling down and knocking this traitor a few times, he would be honest. I really didn't expect that he would be so unrepentant until death." A bastard who runs a college? What kind of thing is he? He doesn¡¯t know the heights of the world!¡±
Emperor Hongzhi was very angry.
Generally speaking, in addition to the Imperial Academy and official schools in various places, ordinary private schools, if they are small in scale, are called private schools. Those who dare to call themselves academies may not be famous all over the world, but at least the person who founded them is. He is a great Confucian. How can an ordinary person be so thick-skinned and dare to claim to be from the academy and the dean?
How shameless you must be to do such a thing.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? At a young age, as a prince, it¡¯s time to study hard. What kind of college are you going to run? Are you embarrassed? If this spreads out, people will definitely talk about it. The common people will laugh at it, do you still want this royal face?
What is this called, this is neither fish nor fowl, a monkey but a crown.
Emperor Hongzhi had vague signs of being furious. If Zhu Houzhao were here, he would have wanted to raise his arms and slap the traitor down, then find a whip and beat this shameless bastard to death.
Thinking again, Fang Jifan, it is almost winter and he is preparing a greenhouse. Last time he went to Xishan in person. There are mines and greenhouses in Xishan. There are hundreds of farming households and so many people. To make a living, people are still being coerced by this treacherous son, and they are going to mess around with this treacherous son. Are you, Zhu Houzhao, still a human being? You don't learn from Fang Jifan and worry about the division of the country. You are still in the way all the time. You are worse than a pig or a dog!
Seeing Emperor Hongzhi's face shrouded in clouds and full of arrogance, Xie Qian coughed and said again: "Your Majesty's words are serious, His Royal Highness Oh, there is one more thing. There is a censor who impeached Fang Jifan, saying that he forced Longquan The tenant farmers planted some ginseng fruit, which caused a lot of complaints. Your Majesty, after the drought, the people near the capital had already begun to rush to plant wheat. Longquan Temple has a lot of land, but Fang Jifan promoted some thousand-year-old ginseng. Although I will impeach I have suppressed the memorial, butit is inevitable that I feel that Fang Jifan is a bit"
¡°That thing he keeps saying is twenty stones per acre again?¡± Emperor Hongzhi couldn¡¯t help but smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Emperor Hongzhi¡¯s anger suddenly subsided. Fang Jifan also had his mischief sometimes.
"If Fang Jifan said three to five stones, he might still believe it, but twenty stones is still food. This no matter how hard it sounds, it sounds like a fantasy!
After all, Emperor Hongzhi was not Emperor Hui of Jin, and he was not to the point of not eating minced meat. He shook his head and smiled and said: "Well, let him alone. I heard that Fang Jifan did not force him to plant this. Longquan Guan seems to strongly agree with this. Since the owner of the land is Longquan Guan, this is ultimately a matter between them and the farmers. Has the Metropolitan Procuratorate become so idle now? It is a matter between the owner of the land and the farmers. , also want to take care of it?¡±
"This" Xie Qian said with a bitter smile: "What I mean is that the harvest in the north is already poor. You see, the wheat planted now is still green and yellow, and the frost is coming. I don't know if this north Many farmers are worried. They are afraid that not only will the harvest not be good this year, but they will also suffer another round of disasters. The people are afraid that this year will be difficult. Now that something like this has happened again, it is impossible to plant a portion of the good fields. Grain is a portion of grain, but it is not beneficial to the country to grow useless things."
Emperor Hongzhi only nodded, but did not go into details.
Gradually, he had a good impression of Fang's successor. No matter what, although this guy had flaws, his faults could not be concealed. Emperor Hongzhi did not want to criticize him harshly on this matter.
But when the discussion reached this point, Emperor Hongzhi seemed to have remembered something and turned to say: "Oh, I remembered something important. Please wait a moment, I will come back as soon as I go."
After saying that, he stood up in a hurry and arrived at the back room of Nuan Pavilion. Xiao Jing, who had been waiting on the side, saw this and hurriedly followed him in.
"Bring the brocade box." Emperor Hongzhi ordered directly when he saw Xiao Jing following him.
Xiao Jing naturally knows what a brocade box is. This brocade box contains manyThis is a letter, but His Majesty warned not to open it. Xiao Jing is a conscientious person. Although he knows that His Majesty has been holding letters every day for the past few days and then looking at the documents without knowing what to write, he never dared to go too far. of.
Soon the brocade box was fetched. Xiao Jing handed the brocade box to Emperor Hongzhi and quietly stepped aside.
Emperor Hongzhi opened the brocade box and took out one of the letters with familiarity. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart, I almost forgot to warn Xu Jie not to bully Zhang Xiaohu, let alone call him ugly. If it hadn't been for today Suddenly I remembered that if this letter was sent out rashly, Zhang Xiaohu was afraid that he would come to complain again.
In the past few days, Emperor Hongzhi had actually sent a letter to Xishan, which contained many warnings, and the schoolchildren also responded to the letter. Emperor Hongzhi looked at it interestingly, and sometimes he was filled with emotions when he read these letters. Much more cheerful.
Even when you are tired, it has the effect of relieving fatigue.
Although sometimes, Emperor Hongzhi felt childish, but when he thought about it carefully, no matter what, this was one of the few joys in his life.
Originally, he had already replied to the letter and planned to find Fang Jifan in the next two days to send the letter back to Xishan. However, he suddenly remembered and felt that it was necessary to give further instructions.
He carefully removed the pen and ink, picked up the pen, added some words to Xu Jie's letter, then put the pen down, and then put the pen back into the pen holder.
After finishing all this work, he ordered Xiao Jing to put everything away. Emperor Hongzhi returned to Liu Jian and others, and said as if nothing had happened: "Where did you talk about just now?"
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Xishan.
The sound of reading became louder and louder.
Wang Jinyuan followed Fang Jifan's instructions and built a new college here at the southern foot of Xishan Mountain. This time he was going to build a house with blue bricks and red tiles. He no longer had to worry about rain leaks and drafts.
With the enlightenment of scholars and scholars, the school children have made rapid progress and can already read the Analects of Confucius. The school children study very hard and have to get up at midnight to start reading in the morning. Therefore, once the sound of reading in the early morning is heard, the whole Xishan will revive. Average.
The miners have had a hot breakfast, and they are carrying pickaxes and getting ready to start work, and the 100-household office has also begun to light the mao.
The furnace in the glass workshop is non-stop, so it requires two shifts of work. Some craftsmen are on duty, and some are on duty.
Women often raise some chickens and ducks. At this time, they also need to start preparing to feed some grains.
When everyone hears the sound of schoolchildren reading, their hearts are filled with a sense of satisfaction. Reading is a great thing for many people here, not to mention those who read are their own children, even those men who have not yet given birth to children. It seems that after making a baby, after hearing the sound of reading, I also have more visions for the future life.
"Maybe the weather will change in the next few days, and frost will fall."
Zhang Xin, who had finished ordering, was looking intently at the glass window of Baihusuo. He frowned and looked worried.
The white fog shrouded in the early morning gradually turned into dew
These days, although he is still the same as before, he seems to be more taciturn, so much so that the brothers in the field guard do not dare to get too close to him. Only when he is in the field, Zhang Xin talks more, watching the construction Zhang Xin's face regained some color only after he saw the warm shed and the ten thousand-year-old ginseng planted there.
He limped a few steps. This was a problem caused by an accidental trip a few days ago. The doctor had given him medicine to stop the bleeding, but he still staggered a bit when he walked.
Suddenly, he said: "Go quickly, please come to Uncle Xinjian. Today we are going to harvest old ginseng from the fields in the south. This is the first time to harvest. We have to invite hundreds of households to be present. Mr. Zhouqi, you still have to go to Longquan." Let¡¯s take a look. Yesterday evening, the owner of Longquan Temple called someone to tell us that the water channel there seemed to have been disconnected. Maybe someone nearby cut off our water At this juncture, we must not There is no water source for irrigation"
After giving the instructions, everyone was busy doing their own thing.
After receiving the report, Fang Jifan also hurried over. In fact, Fang Jifan was also in a hurry. Frost was about to fall. Now the weather was changing rapidly, and he didn't know when the sweet potatoes would be completely harvested. So after hearing the news about Zhang Xin, , then he came on horseback in a hurry.
After getting off his horse, Fang Jifan said to Zhang Xin who came up to him: "Is it the result?"
Zhang Xin has been looking forward to it for a long time. The sun is not bad today. As soon as the sun comes out, it will be a little warmer!
Zhang Xin nodded and said: "I have tried picking in the past two days. It grows faster at the southern foot, so I expect it will bear fruit."
With that said, the group of people hurried to Nanlu.
I saw here a large area of ??densely packed potato leaves, covering thousands of acres of land.
Along the field ridge, Zhang Xin was leading the way, still holding the bamboo slices in his hand, while Fang Jifan was behind. Looking at the poor guy who had run away, he noticed that his back was a little rickety. This guy seemed to be quite stimulated. so big.
Especially his taciturn look is quite distressing.
After searching for a piece of land, Zhang Xin took a deep breath, as if waiting for Fang Jifan's convinced look.
Fang Jifan felt a little excited and squatted down: "I'll dig it myself."
Not wanting to be too dirty, Fang Jifan directly used his hands to scoop up the mud. Not long after, a huge dark red fruit emerged from the mud. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)The potato leaves are densely packed, covering thousands of acres of land.
Along the field ridge, Zhang Xin was leading the way, still holding the bamboo slices in his hand, while Fang Jifan was behind. Looking at the poor guy who had run away, he noticed that his back was a little rickety. This guy seemed to be quite stimulated. so big.
Especially his taciturn look is quite distressing.
After searching for a piece of land, Zhang Xin took a deep breath, as if waiting for Fang Jifan's convinced look.
Fang Jifan felt a little excited and squatted down: "I'll dig it myself."
Not wanting to be too dirty, Fang Jifan directly used his hands to scoop up the mud. Not long after, a huge dark red fruit emerged from the mud. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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