"Talk the point."...

Under the attention of Emperor Hongzhi, Fang Jifan stopped talking politely, but said with great sarcasm: "The matter of farming is of great importance. Even if His Royal Highness has a look at the overall situation, I am still afraid...that things will not be done well."

Emperor Hongzhi, who was in a good mood, suddenly frowned. This is a big deal and it is related to the people's livelihood. It is absolutely sloppy. Fang Jifan, you kid, are still full of confidence just now. Turning around, do you say you are afraid that you can't do it well?

So he pulled his face down, showed a bit of seriousness, and said, "Fang Qing family..."

He really changed his mind and just now he was still a successor. Now... he turned against him and refused to recognize others. Emperor Hongzhi continued: "The Fang Qing family did his best."

"Of course." Fang Jifan had a purpose this time. He sweared: "I am no exception for several generations of loyal and kindness in the Fang family. What I mean is... I heard that Zhang Xin, the youngest son of the British Duke and the Jinwu Guard, was smart and capable. If he had helped, it would be better."

“…”

Zhang Xin...

Emperor Hongzhi had an impression.

This man was the county horse of the King of Zhou, and the youngest son of the British Duke Zhang Mao. He was also given a silver belt. He is now on duty in the Jinwu Guard and guards the palace. Several times, Emperor Hongzhi was accompanied by him when he entered and left the palace.

That young man was indeed a real person, just a little too honest.

At this moment, an eunuch came in outside and said, "Your Majesty, the Duke of England has arrived."

"pass."

Zhang Mao felt that Fang Jifan was so rude. When he saw him, he just ran away. He just ran to the warm room. This guy was itchy.

However... the matter is important, and Zhang Mao was just scaring Fang Jifan. In the palace, how dare he take action against Fang Jifan?

At this time, he was wearing a beam crown and under a bullfighting suit, there was a fox fur lining, revealing some clues at the round collar; with a gold belt around his waist, he was slightly fat, and now he was wearing a bloated dress, but under his thick eyebrows, his eyes were still shining, making the whole person feel extremely burly and heroic.

After entering the warm cupboard, he bent down and bowed down and said loudly: "Old minister, I have seen Your Majesty. Your Majesty ordered me to sacrifice to the Taimiao. The ritual of sacrifice has been completed. I will come..."

"Your family, you are here just right." Emperor Hongzhi looked at Zhang Mao with a smile.

This made Zhang Mao a little strange. What did it mean? Is there anything wrong? He saw Fang Jifan from the corner of his eyes.

Emperor Hongzhi said slowly: "Is it possible for my son Zhang Xin to serve in the Jinwu Guard?"

"Yes." Zhang Mao felt confused and said, "Is the dog son..."

"He is very good." Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "From now on, I will order Zhang Xin to join the 100 households in Yulinwei's military farmland to be the deputy household!"

In an understatement, Zhang Mao almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood.

The Jinwu Guard was transferred to the Yulin Guard for a flat transfer, which was nothing. After all, whether it was the Jinwu Guard or the Yulin Guard, these were all personal troops in the personal army, with equal status and more noble than ordinary personal troops.

But... Zhang Mao really wanted to remind Emperor Hongzhi that his son was an official of a hundred households.

Originally, this son had been tempered for so long. In theory, he should seek a job vacancies, or go to Nanjing to guard the border town for another grinding, and then he should be promoted to Qianhu. This is the career plan for nobles like Zhang Mao, who have a son and nephew. But in a blink of an eye, he has transformed from a hundred households in the Jinwu Guard to a deputy household of the Yulin Guard? There are deputy households in the army, but there are no deputy households. There is a deputy household in front of the hundred households. No matter how you hear it, it is like the eunuchs in this warm cabinet, with a little missing.

Zhang Mao felt a little unbeautiful, and his face was ashamed, and he wanted to explain it to his son, but this sudden intention caught him off guard, and he didn't even know what was going on.

So after carefully chewing on His Majesty's words, he suddenly thought, Yulin Guard, where does it need military farming, and how can we get a military farming farming office?

"Hundreds of military farms..."

Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said, "It should be the Xishan military farming house, and the hundred households are the followers. He recommended Lingzi!"

"..." Zhang Mao's eyes widened even bigger than the bronze bell, and he suddenly felt regretful that he did not strangle Fang Jifan to death.

As for people, they always prefer some of their young sons. Zhang Mao has many descendants. Although he is strict in discipline and often beat him up and screams, after all, the father is still the father.

He... felt distressed.

"Uncle Shi..." Fang Jifan smiled at Zhang Mao, smiling happily, and his voice was also pleasant: "Please rest assured, my nephew will definitely take good care of Zhang Xin's eldest brother."

This is the hostage. From today on, our Fang Jifan will be Zhang Xin's immediate boss. Do you still dare to beat him up?

However, in order to prevent Yu Weiran, Fang Jifan decided to leave first, but he must not leave the palace with Zhang Mao. After all, this Zhang Shibo was angry and would definitely be irrational.

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At this time, in the Wang family.

Wang Shouren was confined to the house, and these days, he had to stay in his study and study.

But... he was obviously not a settled person. Although he was disappointed with Fang Jifan, he was still thinking about two things in his heart.

Fang Jifan is so unfair to common sense that he actually planted melons in such weather. Could it be... this person is really a lunatic?

It's too perverse. If he was a madman, why did his five disciples admire him very much and even promiscuous to him? These five people are not ordinary people. They are all top-ranked in the imperial examination, and their future prospects will definitely be great.

He felt very impetuous. When he opened the window, the wind was still cold outside, and the scenery was depressed, and his thin face seemed to be full of worries.

His eyes seemed to look into the distance, but he was thinking.

Another thing... Fang Jifan believed that Guizhou's suppression of thieves would definitely be frustrated... But...

Wang Shouren couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. He studied the strategy of suppressing the rebellion army in Guizhou again. This is indeed the safest method. Frustration... does not exist.

Wang Shouren was quite confident in his military strategy, so when he thought of this, he did not laugh.

But at this moment, noisy sounds came from the mansion.

Wang Shouren frowned slightly, and saw the manager coming in a hurry, holding something in his hand, dragging it on a plate, and said carefully: "Young master, young master... look, look, rare things."

Rare things?

When the manager approached, he pulled apart the red silk on the tray and turned out to be a piece of watermelon.

The watermelon was red, but a hint of surprise flashed in Wang Shouren's eyes: "This...this is..."

"It's a watermelon." The manager said with a gaze: "This is what His Highness the Crown Prince gave to the officials of the Secretary of the Secretary of the Warrior this morning. Each one is a piece of it. The master is a young secretary, so he naturally has also received his kindness. However, the master was reluctant to eat it, so he asked the people from the Secretary of the Warrior to send the melon to the master for eating. Young Master, this melon... is rare. It is said that it has the effect of health preservation. It is said that there are ten taels outside, but now it has a price but no market."

Wang Shouren's face turned pale, his eyes widened, and looked at the melon as if he had seen a ghost. After a long time, he couldn't come back to his senses. After a long time, he said, "This melon... is the prince and Fang Jifan..."

I couldn't say anything later.

Suddenly, Wang Shouren felt a strong impulse, and he wanted to know what kind of person Fang Jifan was.

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Fang Jifan felt that his life was very good. After being promoted, he was about to make a fortune again. Next, Fang His 100-climb house was officially established.

This was an exciting day. Fang Jifan wore a royal kirin robe, a royal harp, and a gold belt around his waist. He first went to Zhanshi Mansion. When it was late, he had to go to the Baihu Office in the West Mountain.

When Zhu Houzhao saw Fang Jifan, he seemed very happy. He waved to Fang Jifan, and saw Deng Jian following him timidly, waiting outside the hall obediently.

"Lao Fang, when will we set out to Xishan?"

Fang Jifan smiled and said, "Your Highness is all about making a decision. However, since you want to farm in Xishan, you must have a plan."

Fang Jifan had an idea and ordered Liu Jin to take a pen and ink, then smiled and said, "Besides watermelon, what is your highness interested in?"

Zhu Houzhao thought for a long time and pronounced a word: "Sing".

"Very good." Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao with appreciation, then picked up the pen and wrote it down.

Such things require a collective thought. Fang Jifan still talks about democratic procedures very much, so he treats everyone equally, so he looks at Liu Jin again: "Where is Liu Jin, do you tell me?"

Liu Jin scratched his head and smiled flatteringly at Fang Jifan, saying, "Fang Baihu, I like to eat courgettes."

The so-called Hu Gua is actually a cucumber, which was brought back by Zhang Qian from the Western Regions during the Western Han Dynasty.

Cucumbers are a good thing. They can beautify the skin, so I don’t know if they can nourish the kidneys. Fang Jifan nodded and said, “No, not bad, Liu Jin has a good vision.” Remember again.

The other few of Zhu Houzhao's companions were also talking: "Radish. I only like to eat rice. Can I grow rice?"

Rice?

Fang Jifan shook his head. Rice is too consuming and not suitable for the north. Some things still have to be realistic. He said, "Change one."

...

So in a moment, many fruits and vegetables were recorded in a dazzling array on the paper.

At this time, Fang Jifan remembered someone, glanced out, and shouted: Deng Jian, Deng Jian..."

Deng Jian was waiting for the young master outside the hall. When he heard the young master calling him, he hurried into the hall and said, "What are the instructions for the young master?"

Fang Jifan looked at him with a smile and said happily: "What do you like to eat?"

"Ah..." Deng Jian scratched his head and thought for a long time before saying, "I love to eat chicken."

"..." Fang Jifan's face suddenly fell down, and he suddenly had the urge to hit someone.
Chapter completed!