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Chapter 239 The Secret of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince

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    So later on, scholars often came and went in Xishan.

    Fang Jifan took aim at the business opportunity and built a tea shop next to the school. It sold tea and wine. Scholars' money was nothing if not earned. In view of the tradition that scholars always have some elegant hobbies, Fang Jifan even wanted to open a tea shop.  A brothel where they can sell their money after debating and listening to lectures.

    However, this thought was just fleeting, because Fang Jifan was a moral person, and his outlook on life could not tolerate such filthy things. Just thinking about it made him tremble all over.

    Flags and flags were hung in front of Xishan Restaurant, and they fluttered in the breeze, which was very eye-catching.

    What¡¯s even more satisfying is that the business of this restaurant is actually pretty good.

    Although Wang Shouren came in a sedan in a hurry after dinner, scholars from all over the country were willing to come early and have nothing to do, so they could have tea and drinks in the teahouse and ask each other for advice.

    Regardless of whether they like Wang Shouren or not, come here because they are truly willing to learn, or they come here to cause trouble and want to hear how ridiculous the rumored deviant remarks are, but at least scholars are still civilized, and there are no disputes.  Use your mouth to solve it.

    When school was over, a group of schoolchildren poured into the restaurant carrying coarse schoolbags.

    As the first store in Xishan, Xishan Restaurant has assumed many functions. For example, it sells candied haws and dried sweet potatoes made from sweet potatoes. Not only that, it also specially prepares dried fruits for scholars to drink with tea and wine.

    A group of half-grown children gathered under the high cabinet of the restaurant, with only half of their foreheads exposed from the cabinet.

    The older child is in front, while the younger child is looking uneasily from behind.

    The owner of the wine shop is called Zhu Gui. He used to be a miner. Later, he became lame due to a work injury, so he was assigned this leisurely job. He knows a few words and is proficient in arithmetic. Now he can use an abacus proficiently.

    He had to lie down and lean forward to see the children's faces behind the high cabinet.

    Xu Jie was the tallest and had already collected copper coins. He raised his hand very hard and slapped the three cents on the counter with great effort. He said proudly: "One hundred dried sweet potatoes!"

    "" Zhu Gui squinted and shook his head gently at Xu Jie: "San Wen, why don't you go grab it and take a walk."

    Xu Jie started to show his teeth and stared at Zhu Gui with dissatisfaction, as if he was really the king of the mountain.

    Zhang Xiaohu on the side also showed his little tiger fangs, looking fierce.

    The crowd of schoolchildren puffed out their chests and glared angrily.

    Zhu Gui couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly when he saw the energetic young children in front of the counter.

    "Yesterday I got five cents, but today I only give three cents. Hey, hey, I have to talk to my benefactor." Seeing more and more scholars entering the restaurant, he continued to shake his head.

    "Okay, okay, it won't happen again."

    Then he said to the guy behind him.

    "Lao Wu, go weigh two pounds of dried potatoes"

    A group of schoolchildren got dried potatoes. Xu Jie put them in his schoolbag and led a group of children away in joy.

    A small schoolboy was walking in a hurry, tripped over the threshold, and burst into tears.

    So the schoolchildren, like locusts, came back in a hurry, carried him and left.

    The worldis purified.

    There are more and more scholars, more than thirty, who are all discussing yesterday's debate and what Wang Shouren said. Those who like Wang Shouren call Wang Shouren "Master Wang", and those who don't like it call him "him".

    After about half an hour, someone said: "Master Wang is here."

    So, the scholars flocked to the counter to settle accounts, and the sound of bangs in the school hall sounded, and the students entered the school one after another. In the Minglun Hall, the students knelt and sat in front, while a group of scholars sat in the corner.

    Wang Shouren seemed a little tired. As a scholar in the National History Museum of the Hanlin Academy, he did not dare to participate in the compilation of records. His main job was just to sort out the notes on daily life.

    As soon as he sat down, Fang Jifan appeared in the corner inadvertently.

    As soon as Wang Shouren saw Fang Jifan, he quickly cheered up, stood up, and bowed to Fang Jifan: "Student pay homage to my mentor."

    When all the scholars heard the word "mentor", their faces turned green with fright. When they came in just now, they never thought that this young man was Fang Jifan. They thought he was an ordinary scholar. Just now, they even chatted with each other for a few words. So, leaving  People who were close to Fang Jifan inevitably moved a little further away. Various rumors in the market made them Fang JifanThe mountain camp needs rest, or maybe Wang Shi and your father are not getting along.  "

    "Of course, this doesn't matter."

    Speaking of this, Fang Jifan was shocked. He suddenly remembered why his father had "escaped from the battle."

    "Could it be because of my own letters?"

    Thinking of this, he breathed a long sigh of relief and ran away from the battle. It was a serious crime. No matter how discordant he was with the governor, this was not allowed. If the entire Guizhou Ming army was defeated because of this, how many front liners would be killed?  of officers and soldiers.

    Fang Jifan calmed down and stared at Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness, what's next?"

    "But, Lao Fang, have you ever thought about one thing? Why are the thieves suppressing more and more? The court has repeatedly increased its troops and won many battles. But in the end, the thieves' flames are getting louder. What's the reason?"

    Sure enoughthe prince discovered the crucial problem.

    Fang Jifan felt a hint of admiration for the rumored ¡®Ming Wuzong¡¯: ¡°Miru!¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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