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Thanks to book friends: "In the name of the people" for the reward!

The lake water in front of me is rippling, and the boat is floating empty on the lake surface. The late autumn wind blows by, and the common thoughts are gone, and I just want to whistle to the sky.

After retracting his eyes, Fang Xing looked at the people in the Shuixie and said lightly: "Some people say that the rich people smelled of wine and meat, and there were frozen bones on the road, but I don't believe it..."

"Xinghe Bo!"

Someone exclaimed in the water pavilion.

Fan Jin stood up, smiling all over his face and was about to get close to him.

Fang Qiyuan also had a smile on his face, but he did not dare to speak out.

Xu Qing was a little surprised and then annoyed.

As for those scholars, everyone remembered that Fang Xing was highly trusted by Zhu Di's family at this time, and many people had already changed their minds to cling to each other.

If you are moved, then you will act!

This is the unity of knowledge and action.

So, reserve turns into smiles, or even flattery.

Fang Xing looked at these faces and suddenly felt that the world was surging and the whole world was turbid.

"Why are you waiting for today?"

Behind Fang Xing was only Xin Laoqi and Xiaodao, but standing with his hands behind him made Shui Xieli feel majestic.

This is the power brought by power!

Fan Jin walked out of the water pavilion and smiled and said, "My uncle is so honored to be here. Today we will hold a literary meeting here, so please give me a look."

Fang Xing smiled without comment. Just when Fan Jin was happy, he asked, "What good article has been published today? How much has it been published?"

His eyes swept over and no one dared to look at each other, including Xia Zheng, who claimed to be either Tanhua or the top scorer.

The wind blew, blew Fang Xing's blue shirt and the hearts of those businessmen.

"How many?"

Fang Xing asked lightly.

"Three...thirty thousand three thousand guan."

Xu Qing said the numbers in a sweaty head, and Fang Qiyuan realized that something was wrong.

"School aid? Or head-wrapped?"

Fang Xing's words were like a slap, which made the readers' faces hurt.

The young man in Wuling fought for his head, and he couldn't figure out the song of red silk!

In Fang Xing's eyes, businessmen became prostitutes/kes, and scholars were naturally those who were like the bells.

A great shame and humiliation!

Fang Xing glanced and sneered: "Who can't get through with you anymore? Tell me, Ben Bo will pay the money right away."

The scholars in the water pavilion couldn't help but humiliate and their faces were red.

What a joke?

Children from poor families, who can’t make trouble at home, don’t have time to come here? No one will invite them to come here.

Today, everyone present has all fame and fortune. Even if they were poor before, they still have a small fortune at this time and have no connection with poor families.

"After learning civil and martial arts, goods and imperial families, you don't understand the world and study hard, and you are singing here?"

Fang Xing said contemptly: "Thirty-three thousand guan, what a big head wrapped around!"

"It's almost early winter, and how many people in and out of Peking City are hungry and cold? But you are talking a lot here, don't you know if you have any experience? My uncle also wrote a poem, you can appreciate it."

Fang Xing rarely writes poems, and although the few poems he passed were not gorgeous, they were spicy. The only normal poem was the farewell song that gave Yao Guangxiao.

"In the Yuan Dynasty, a businessman, a scholar, a landlord, and a woodcutter, four of them were hiding from the snow in the temple. The businessman proposed to write a poem, and first said... "

"Heavy snow fell to the ground."

"The scholar was determined to take the exam for fame and fortune, and after the second sentence, it was all royal auspiciousness."

A likable poem!

Everyone laughed, but Fang Xing continued with a sarcastic expression: "The landlord's family has a lot of money and food, so he said, "What's wrong with the next three years."

This sentence is not right, and Xu Qing, who is relatively familiar with Fang Xing, smiles bitterly, while those scholars are all in a daze.

What a shit poem!

"The woodcutter's family is about to lose his pot, so he just waited for the snow to go up the mountain to chop wood. He said the last sentence."

Fang Xing said coldly: "Let your mother be shit!"

The autumn wind is getting colder, and within the range centered on the awakening, there is no sound.

Fang Xing turned around and walked away surrounded by Xin Laoqi and Xiaodao.

The people in the water pavilion were stunned for a long time, and I wonder who muttered: "He has the ability to build bridges and roads, and he can't talk big here!"

"Yes! I don't feel hurt when I stand and speak, I am a scholar..."

"My uncle donates every year and never falls behind the crowd. As for building bridges and roads, Mr. Wang made cement and used it in the first place. So, when it comes to charity, no one should compare with him. It's just that he never preaches it!"

After Xu Qing finished speaking, he bowed casually and said, "I am ashamed today, I actually had a fight for my will. Xu said goodbye."

Xu Qing took the lead, and southern merchants followed one after another.

"Shopkeeper Xu..."

Fan Jin suddenly felt that he was already in a quagmire, and he was anxious to grab a life-saving straw.

But Xu Qing did not look back, then Fang Qiyuan also stood up and sighed and said, "I am wrong today. The same surname is Fang. My uncle's realm is a hundred times higher than that of the lower class. I am ashamed of this lower class! I have said goodbye."

Fan Jin pulled Fang Qiyuan's sleeve and said in panic: "Shopkeeper Fang, will Xing and Bo..."

"laugh!"

Fang Qiyuan tore off his sleeve without hesitation and left with the northern merchants.

"This is a robe cut off the meaning!"

Someone exclaimed, and at the same time, the keen people naturally noticed something was wrong, so they said goodbye one after another.

"Where is the money?! Where is the money!"

A scholar stood in the water pavilion, thinking that there was a sum of money that could turn himself into a little rich man, and he couldn't help but jump and shout.

"Money? Do you want to be cut off from your fame? Think about it, leave quickly!"

In a blink of an eye, except for his own slaves, there was no one in front of Fan Jin's eyes.

"Why is this? Why is this for some reason?"

...

Meng Ying didn't know why. After he arrived at the imperial prison, he was locked up in a single room. After the daze was over, he realized that there was a sound of reading next door, and the sound seemed to be a little impressed.

"Yang Pu? Lord Yang?"

The sound of reading next door paused for a moment, and then Yang Pu's voice came: "Master Baoding, let's read."

When the sound of reading started again, Meng Ying was still determined to climb up the Confucian generals, so he knew it was a university at first.

Could this person be crazy?

Meng Ying was shocked. Yang Pu had been in prison for many years and had been reading the classics and history?

"Mr. Yang, you are..."

The sound of reading is still bright and not at all confusing.

This man was affected by the King of Han and was imprisoned for many years and could still do this.

Terrible! Poor!

The imperial prison was gloomy, Meng Ying calmed down and slowly thought about why Zhu Di wanted to deal with him.

Time passed, and when Meng Ying was a little anxious because she couldn't think of it, the Fang family welcomed a bunch of visitors to ask for her.

Muhua stood beside her and watched Fang Xing bathing the big insects and the little insects. This was a way to get close to each other.

"Dad! The big bug is going to bite you!"

Water the potatoes on the edge, rubbing the insects safely, and the father and son were having fun.

Fang Xing patted the big worm's head open, then applied the soapy water in his hand to it, and rub it with some bubbles. When Tudou saw it, he went to help.

Ping An just clumsyly bathed the little insect, and the little insect sat quietly in the wooden basin, unlike the big insect shaking its body from time to time, splashing Fang Xing and potatoes with water.
Chapter completed!