Huang Jinlu is a smuggler. He once went to Japan with a ship alone, and with more than a dozen subordinates, he used a long sword to fight to break out a trade route.

A scar extends from the chin to the lower lip, which was left behind when fighting with the so-called warriors in Japan.

"Dog thing!"

Thinking of those short Japanese people who like to scream when fighting, Huang Jinlu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in disdain, which made his face less gloomy.

The weather is a bit cold, and the straw on the ground can no longer see its original color, but at least it can make people feel a little warmth.

Several prisoners in the same cell hugged in the corner, leaving Huang Jinlu occupied a place alone.

When the people were prohibited from communicating with overseas trade, Huang Jinlu, who was captured, was destined to be killed. As a desperate person, he should be very calm, but Huang Jinlu had made trouble several times.

Wife and children, those brothers who were arrested together, are the reasons why Huang Jinlu could not maintain peace.

However, as time passed, Huang Jinlu was already desperate.

"Golden Lu, come out!"

Is the time here?

The door opened, and the golden foothill was led to disappear into the dim passage.

After getting on a ox cart, Huang Jinlu was put on a hood.

At the same time, Chen Mo, who became a farmer after the salt administration reform, received a notice to go to Fangjiazhuang immediately after asking for help but failed.

"You are poor! Come up quickly!"

Chen Mo looked at Liu Ming with disgust. He took this guy in halfway. He was good at learning. He was still a Juren. Oh no, he was a former Juren.

It’s good to have an aide! Not only can you do things, but you can also give advice.

Liu Mingdui smiled and said, "Master, where are we going?"

Chen Mo said happily: "Don't ask too much. Remember to abide by the rules when you are here, otherwise you will die in vain!"

Liu Ming nodded quickly, and was also ecstatic. If he could win the favor of that noble man, would he be able to participate in the imperial examination again?

A smuggling ship owner and robbery murderer; a former salt merchant and the current Jiaozhi farmer; a former juren who was forced to sell his own academic records and was desperate to move forward in one direction.

Fang Xing was also waiting. In the front hall, Zhu Zhanji took Wanwan to tease a little goose. This was the pet Wanwan had just selected from the Fang family’s poultry circle.

The goose was very cute. Wanwan carefully placed it on the table, then took out an exquisite embroidered purse and poured some rice grains out of it.

"Eat it, eat it, eat it more and grow faster."

Wanwan lay on the table and stared at Xiaoge with big eyes, which was very interesting for a moment.

"Master!Master..."

At this time, a maid rushed in outside, and her screams scared not only Xiaoge, but also Fang Xing.

"What's the matter?"

Fang Xing threw away the crutch, his eyes showing murderous aura.

Who dares to come to the Fang family to find trouble and die? This is!

The maid was so panicked that she forgot to salute, "Master, Madam vomited so much!"

With a whoosh, Zhu Zhanji and Wanwan both looked at Fang Xing disappearing outside the gate in amazement.

"Brother, isn't Fang Xing's butt yet? But he ran so fast just now!"

Wanwan asked in a dull question with her hands on her cheek.

Zhu Zhanji pushed the goose that was about to fall back and said in wonder: "How do I know?"

Fang Xing rushed into the inner courtyard and almost kicked Dahuang away.

Zhang Shuhui had no longer vomited, her face turned pale, and she was lying on the bed and gasping. Xiaobai was holding a towel to wipe her face.

"Shuhui! What's wrong?"

Fang Xing reached out and touched Zhang Shuhui's forehead. It was normal.

Zhang Shuhui opened her eyes and said, "Husband, I just want to vomit suddenly. It's already much better now."

Xiaobai pouted and said, "My wife often dozed off these days. Young Master, Mrs. must be sick."

"Please come to the imperial doctor!"

After instructing someone to go and ask the imperial doctor, Fang Xing asked in a low voice: "Shuhui, what are the things that are wrong with your health these days?"

Zhang Shuhui said shyly: "Husband, I just feel a little tired, I have no energy, my waist and legs hurt."

Fang Xingran stood up suddenly, scaring Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai.

"Xiaobai, what are you doing to help your wife? Please give me some..."

Fang Xing explained some things to Xiaobai, and then went out with a smile.

After Fang woke up and left, Zhang Shuhui said angrily: "What are you talking about?"

Xiaobai said with a confused look on his face: "Madam, the young master said that you want to solve it and then put it in the cup."

"What?"

Zhang Shuhui blushed in an instant, "Nonsense!"

Xiaobai said anxiously: "Really, the young master said that it can be used to test whether you are sick."

Zhang Shuhui struggled for a long time, but in the end, the other party's trust gained the upper hand.

Fang Xing sat in the study, staring blankly at the test stick resting on the cup.

A few minutes later, Fang Xing rubbed his eyes and confirmed that the two purple-red lines were correct, his body fell softly on the chair.

Since getting married to Zhang Shuhui, he has been using condoms. Fortunately, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai are embarrassed to ask, otherwise the hen would have to take the blame for not laying eggs.

"Come."

Fang Xing's voice was a little dry, and he ordered the maid, "Go and ask your wife, forgot, I'll go by myself."

In the bedroom, when Zhang Shuhui saw Fang Xing, she immediately turned her face inside.

Fang Xing sat beside the bed and asked, "Shuhui, your menstrual period has not come, right?"

Zhang Shuhui's body hardened, slowly turned around, and her eyes were slightly red, "Husband, it's been half a month, but it was a few days later in the past, so I didn't care. Husband, do you have it?"

Even though Fang Xing was not a doctor, Zhang Shuhui knew his elusive method and might even have children, so she showed sadness and joy.

Fang Xing reached out to touch her face, and said with a smile: "Shuhui, you are going to be a mother."

Zhang Shuhui grabbed the big hand on her face in disbelief, and tears poured down instantly.

Fang Xing said to Xiaobai: "Madam is pregnant, so you can take a look at the inner courtyard."

Xiaobai was still looking at Zhang Shuhui's belly stupidly, and asked when he heard this: "Young Master, I have seen those pregnant women in the village. The belly is all big, but Madam doesn't have it!"

Fang Xing smiled and tried his best to control his body to not tremble: "Your wife is still early, and she will get older."

The imperial doctor came soon, and Zhu Zhanji was not easy to come in, but Wanwan had no taboos and followed her to the bedroom.

The imperial doctor took his pulse, then asked Zhang Shuhui about his recent physiological condition, and said, "I woke up early this morning and heard the magpies screaming on the branches. It was indeed a happy event. I heard that the Fang family's food was unique in the Ming Dynasty. Can Xing and Bo prepare some for me?"

After saying that, the imperial doctor was stunned when he saw that Zhang Shuhui was just looking happy, but he didn't look ecstatic.

Xing and Bo have been married for several years, but there is no one left behind. How come they reacted mediocrely after learning the good news?

Fang Xing touched Wanwan's head and looked at Jielun who was wiping tears outside the door and said, "Uncle Jay, I can't separate myself here. Please arrange it for Mr. Huang and thank Doctor Zhou."

"Why!"

Jay Fang let go of his hand, and reached out with tears in his eyes, asking the imperial doctor to go to the front hall.

Doctor Huang felt it was a little strange and said, "I have some things to pay attention to here, so I just found a place to write it out."

As soon as the imperial doctor left, Fang Xing ordered: "Lao Qi, please go to various places to report the news."

When he turned around and saw Wanwan in a daze, Fang Xing smiled and said, "Wanwan should go back too, otherwise someone will definitely come to the Empress."

Sir Dybala says

Then what, let me explain: At this time, the Ming Dynasty only allowed trade organized by the official nature, with tribute.
Chapter completed!