Although the first freshman is not as big as Huiqing Building, its business is extremely hot.

Fang Xing and Wanwan arrived, and the peak of lunch just passed, so they were very calm.

"Select whatever you want to eat."

After sitting down in the room, Fang Xing leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, thinking that he would have a big meal today to fill the recent bland taste buds.

Wanwan held the recipe and looked at it with relish, her little mouth whispered a bunch of names, then handed the recipe back to Fang Shiyi, held her hands on her chin, and smiled sweetly at Fang Xing: "Fang Xing, I even ordered yours."

Fang Xing was thinking about the heavy delicacies, and when he heard this, he said depressedly: "Wanwan, did Shuhui remind you?"

Wanwan still smiled sweetly: "No, but I have asked the imperial doctor, and they said you are not allowed to eat those things."

Fang Xing quietly gave a wink on Fang Shiyi, but Fang Shiyi bowed seriously and said, "Prince, please wait a moment, it's all right away."

Well! Who has the final say in this family?

That woman is really a perfect solution! She actually blocked the last road!

After the dishes were served, Fang Shiyi stepped forward and said, "Master, Madam has an explanation, you are not allowed to drink."

Fang Xing was already weak all over. When he saw Wanwan getting up like a little adult, he sat up and said, "Eat!"

Wanwan smiled with her eyes and said, praising the deliciousness of the first fresh dish, which made Fang Shiyi, who was serving next to her, laughed.

When he returned home, Zhang Shuhui hurriedly stepped forward to change his clothes, but during the process, she smelled the smell of Fang Xing from time to time.

"No alcohol, no food."

Fang Xing said funny.

Zhang Shuhui frowned and snorted, "But I smelled the jerky beef, but I still added peppers."

Of course, Fang Xing shouted for injustice, then washed up and saw Zhang Shuhui writing something. When he went over, he found that he was preparing food for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Mooncakes, pomegranates, watermelons, walnuts...crabs.

Zhang Shuhui felt a little hot behind her. She looked back and smiled, "Husband, do you want to eat?"

Fang Xing looked at the somewhat monotonous list and said, "I'll go see what's in the warehouse with mooncakes and a ham filling."

There is a small warehouse in the inner courtyard, which is basically Fang Xing is entering and exiting. Zhang Shuhui never goes in, and no one is allowed to go in.

The small warehouse is right behind the study. Every month, there is a man who cannot hear or speak to drive a carriage to deliver goods, and only Fang Xing is unloading goods.

Open the warehouse door and lock it with your backhand after waking up.

Not long after, the door opened. Fang Xing pulled several times with a trolley, and then he pulled the hundreds of kilograms of things to the entrance of the study.

"Lao Qi...Little Knife!"

When Xin Laoqi and Xiaodao came in, Fang Xing pointed at the things and said, "Each family in the village gives you a pound of candy, and leave the rest to the wife for processing."

A lot of fruits, a lot of dried fruits, a lot of meat...

Zhang Shuhui was also a little happy when she saw these things, so she hurriedly called her servants and moved all the things to the front yard.

"Shuhui, I won't go for my husband..."

Fang Xing felt uncomfortable when he remembered the feeling of sitting there pretending to be a Bodhisattva.

Zhang Shuhui immediately stopped doing it: "Husband, this is the kindness of the master's family. How can you not go? No, you must go."

Xiaobai was guarding the bell and was not allowed to steal the meat. But the bell was lying lazily on the ground and had no interest in the frozen meat.

Just woke up and sat under the eaves without any interest. Below was a group of servants and maids, each of whom had to kowtow to him before collecting things.

This taste is not good!

Fang Xing looked at these people expressionlessly. When he saw them holding and holding food, his face full of joy, he felt a slight movement in his heart.

Food is the most important thing for the people. As long as the people can eat a full meal, the country will be as stable as Mount Tai.

What's further is to know etiquette when you are honest, your children's education, the reduction of labor, and you can afford the medicine when you are sick...

Only when these are completed step by step will the people care about the future of the entire country.

Before these are completed, it will be very difficult to make the upper-level improvements.

Producers have perseverance. When most people are barely in their homes, they will only be interested in the source of the next meal. As for the matter in the temple, it is better to study whether to put more rice in supper.

Don't be in a hurry!

Fang Xing lowered his eyes and thought about these things, thinking that the future of this old empire is still very difficult, so he can only take care of it!

Zhu Di has paid more and more attention to the Four Books and Five Classics in recent years, which is a difficult time for the other party to wake up.

If the first mathematics book was his test of the Ming Dynasty, then this test had failed.

Although the circulation is quite large and Zhu Di did not interfere with it, the first volume can only be spread among the people and minor officials, and scholars and officials mostly sneer at this.

There are still a few officials like Xia Yuanji!

At that time, Fang Xing thought that if he could accept it for the outside world, he would slowly release the subsequent textbooks step by step.

But now it seems that this step has not been taken.

"Husband, husband..."

"ah?"

Fang Xing looked up and found that everything had been sent.

"Husband, go and take a rest." Zhang Shuhui thought Fang Xing was unwell, so she regretted asking him to take charge.

Fang Xing smiled slightly: "It's not a problem, I'm just thinking about something."

Just when everyone in Fangjiazhuang was grateful to the head of the family who posted something good again, Fang Xing’s poem today had already reached many people’s ears.

"I sighed at the beginning, how do you think you are? How cool you are later."

Yang Rong looked at the copybook and couldn't help but laugh: "Sir Hu has offended Fang Dehua and was ridiculed as the second in Qin Hui."

Jin Youzi, who was sitting opposite him, frowned and said, "How can you die if you succeed? It's hard to redeem the pitiful things. The most innocent, even more sad, storm, storm and storm..."

Putting down the manuscript, Jin Youzi said, "This is an implication that we will suppress the warriors like Qin Hui to make contributions!"

Yang Rong smiled and said, "It's true that there is, there is nothing, so why bother yourself!"

Jin Youzi said worriedly: "But the grandson is close to him, if..."

...

Hu Guang is also worried about this issue.

Fang Xing’s ridicule and that poem did not cause much trouble to him today. This is the mentality that the prime minister must have.

How can we prevent Taisun from being influenced by Fang Xing?

Hu Guang was thinking deeply until someone told him that the palace had given a gift for the Mid-Autumn Festival to Fangjiazhuang and the Fangjia also returned the gift, he felt that this relationship could not continue.

"Come!"

"Changing, Master, I'm going to enter the palace!"

When Hu Guang hurried into the palace, he happened to block the prince.

"Isn't Mr. Hu's rest today?"

Zhu Gaochi asked in confusion.

Hu Guang bowed and said, "Your Highness, how dare you ask His Highness the Grandpa's main academic performance?"

Zhu Gaochi narrowed his eyes and remembered what happened in Huiqing Tower today. Liang Zhong said that Fang Xing had given Hu Guang so shameless.

Is this going to force the palace?

"I can't interfere in Zhanji's affairs," Zhu Gaochi said lightly.

This is a fact. Zhu Zhanji's education has always been under the control of Zhu Di. Sir Dybala said about the update: Jazz has a job, he has to go to work every day, from 8 to 5, and sometimes he has to work overtime on Sundays! Jazz's work intensity is not low, and he often has to go on business trips, so he has to write very little time. And as the plot progresses, the layout behind it becomes more and more troublesome. Jazz also wants to write better, so the speed of typing is slower by one day! Every day, Jazz must write until one or two o'clock in the morning, otherwise it will definitely not be completed. So Jazz is also looking for that rhythm, which can speed up the rhythm without decreasing the quality!
Chapter completed!