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After drinking the milk and burping, the nurse sent it over to her.

The wet nurse smiled and said, "My uncle has a really good appetite."

Fang Xing and Xiaobai went out, Zhang Shuhui brought the potato over, lightly lit his forehead and said, "Is uncle comfortable?"

Tudou's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he was spitting bubbles in his mouth, impatiently trying to break free from the swaddle.

"Don't come out anymore. Be good, otherwise your father will be spanked!"

Madam Qin smiled and said, "Feeling at the master's pampering spirit, how could he be willing to do it!"

Zhang Shuhui hugged Tudou and said, "That's not sure. Although my husband looks kind, it doesn't touch his bottom line. If it's too much, I'm afraid that only my daughter will not be beaten."

...

In the back garden, Xiaobai is Fang Xing on the left, the bell on the right, and behind him is a swaggering rhubarb.

The back garden in autumn is a little more golden, and many seeds of plants have matured and fallen to the ground. Fang Xing smiled and said, "Look, if your Majesty is not going to return to Peking, we will make the garden complete next year."

Xiaobai reached out to pick a black seed and sent it to the bell's mouth: "Do you want to eat bell?"

The bell sniffed and urns the seeds in Xiaobai's palm with his mouth in disgust.

"Xiaobai, slowly, you will have a child next year and the next year, but don't worry about the future of the child. I will arrange it one by one according to the children's preferences, then..."

Fang Xing turned around and saw Xiaobai holding Dahuang, unbuttoning the vines wrapped around his feet.

The seventeen-year-old girl squatted on the ground, and her side looked a little serious because of her concentration, but then she smiled from the corner of her mouth.

The white and tender little hand gently patted Dahuang's head, and Xiaobai frowned and said, "Don't picky food in the future, otherwise I will... not give it to you..."

Fang Xing couldn't help laughing. The girl was as fragile as a vine. She didn't expect her future status and child problems, and she believed in her young master wholeheartedly.

Xiaobai turned his face and smiled innocently and brightly: "Young master, Dahuang is so smart. He actually knows to raise his foot and ask me to untie it."

"Okay, it seems you have a good idea to raise small things."

Although Lingdang knew who the eldest was in the family, she gave her loyalty to Xiaobai.

Needless to say, if Fang Xing provokes it, his neck will lower and chase him far away.

Fang Xing looked at Xiaobai and suddenly asked, "Xiaobai, do you want to find your own home?"

Xiaobai's smile stopped, his hands relaxed, and tears suddenly fell.

Fang Xing felt panicked, and hurriedly went over and squatted down and hugged her shoulder, comforting him, "I know what you remember, do you want to go back and have a look?"

Xiaobai shook his head slowly, turned around and hugged Fang Xing's neck, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Young Master, they don't want me anymore, wuwu..."

Why!

Fang Xing had a headache, and Xiaobai obviously always remembered the scene of being sold back then.

"Your name is Xiangxiang?"

Xiaobai raised his head from Fang Xing's arms in surprise, burped, and said with tears in his eyes: "Young Master, you, do you know so much?"

"Silly girl! Your young master calculated it."

Fang Xing pushed away the bell that came over, picked up Xiaobai, and found a long wooden chair to sit down.

"Don't you want to go back now?"

Xiaobai shook his head and said, "I don't want to, I'm afraid."

Sure enough, sensible children will remember what they fear most in childhood.

"Okay, when will you want to go back? Master, I will accompany you."

"Really?"

Xiaobai is just a concubine, and this kind of treatment is a bit scary.

"Of course it's true."

...

In the morning court, people arrived in a relatively neat way today, and even yawning. But this guy's body was leaning against the beams and pillars, his eyes narrowed slightly. Those who knew must say that this guy was dozing off. Those who didn't know would probably think that Xing and Bo were thinking hard about something in the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Di was very angry today, and the memorial in his hand was pinched into a ball.

"The Censor has gone to investigate, and the local garrison has become mostly corrupt. What do you think?"

Zhu Di looked angry, and the memorial in his hand was squeezed and wrinkled.

Everyone looked at each other and Hu Guang came out and said, "Your Majesty, the local garrison... military chaotic, this has been around for a long time, but the output of military farms is fine."

The military's bad things were not mixed up, and Hu Guang's position was very straightforward.

Xia Yuanji woke up with her shoulder and whispered: "You talked about the ward last time, and now you are here."

Fang Xing was stunned for a moment, then went out in a daze and said, "Your Majesty, the garrison lacks supervision, and local officials colluded with each other. This is a big net, a big net composed of interests, which is not easy to break."

Zhu Di snorted coldly: "I must tear this net!"

Fang Xing said helplessly: "Your Majesty, do you want to keep the garrison for the military farm?"

Zhu Di nodded: "If there were no military camps to farm, how could the Ming Dynasty fight?"

Xia Yuanji said: "I have analyzed the summary I received every year according to the table in Xinghebo's mathematics. The projects of the Ming Dynasty, as well as the wars and the role of the military farming stations in the garrisons in the military field are unquestionable. If they are cancelled, those vacancies will be suppressed by the people, which is dangerous!"

Hu Guang glanced at Fang Xing and said, "The grain tax paid can only support those projects. If the military farming in the garrison will be abolished, the Ming Dynasty will have to release horses from the Nanshan Mountain to cultivate and nourish and nourish."

Zhu Di said disdainfully: "Arutai University won a complete victory. At this moment, I must be proudly cleaning up the remnants of Mahamu. Next, hey! I'm waiting for him!"

The Ming Dynasty's war could not stop, and Hu Guang had a headache about this.

Lu Zhen came out of the troupe and said, "Your Majesty, the guard is the national policy that Emperor Taizu Gao consulted the advantages of the palace soldiers and the wing army, and finally implemented. How can we act rashly?"

Many of the officials below smiled, and it was obvious that Lu Zhen's words were very popular.

Lu Zhen said seriously: "Your Majesty, farming is a major event for the country. Some people just know some fur and say nothing. I think this is not a big deal!"

Zhu Yong came out of duty and said, "Your Majesty, if there is no military camp, where will the Ming soldiers come from? And those outputs are gone, what will the soldiers eat? Never give up!"

"Your Majesty, you must not give up!"

Whether it is civil officials or military officials, most of them are in the squad, and the momentum suddenly becomes stronger.

Zhu Di looked at the group of people coldly and said lightly: "Since you want to stay, you must rectify it. How can you investigate the great things of the Ming Dynasty and eliminate future troubles? Do you have any suggestions?"

As soon as this problem came out, the officials who just took the shift were a little embarrassed.

Civil officials are afraid that after the military camp will be cancelled, farmers will be crushed by taxes.

However, the military officers were worried that after the cancellation of military camps, the soldiers would become a big problem, and that the lack of taxes would cause the Ming Dynasty's external military operations to stagnate.

After farmers are crushed by taxes, the local area will inevitably be in chaos, and the responsibility is of course the civil servants.

Once the Ming Dynasty stops fighting against the outside world, how can military officers get promoted and make money?
Chapter completed!