After a busy few months, the production and sales of salted fish are on the right track, and the armor protection system is also impressive, Fang Zhongyong finally lived a happy life of counting money and counting cramps in his hands, sleeping until he woke up naturally.

The administrative office is no longer temporarily set up in Ninghai, and it is only right to return to the Yamen of Taizhou Zhizhou. Without the leadership of Lord Fang, how can a group of subordinate officials in Taizhou settle down and work well? All the officials in Taizhou have written letters asking Master Fang to return to his work as soon as possible, you are running outside day by day, and everyone is embarrassed to be idle!

For such a low-level sycophant, Fang Zhongyong has long been immune. Xindao: When Lao Tzu is not in Taizhou, you may not have a happy life, and how many moths will you make? But when the water is clear, there are no fish, and when people are observed, there are no fugitives. It's been so long for the old Zhao family, let's rest for a few days!

It's August again, and the good news is coming.

One day, Uncle Zhong, who has always been steady, ran all the way from the front door to the backyard, shouting: "My lord, I am born!" Adults are born! ”

Fang Zhongyong had long been anxious about why there was no news from Bianliang, and he didn't have time to take care of Uncle Zhong's language illness, so he only asked, "Is the mother and son safe?" I don't ask about the sex of the child I have born, I just ask if it's safe.

Later generations of people with good deeds also proved that Fang Zhongyong did not care whether he had a son or a daughter, and gave enough care and love to women who had been reduced to reproductive machines in feudal society, fully respected women's rights, and was actually the initiator of the feminist movement.

It turns out that Uncle Zhong is not only not a feminist, but also a fool who is deeply poisoned by feudal ideology. Uncle Zhong said with a little exaggeration: "How does the young master know that he is a son?" Yes, the so-called father-son connection, the young master must have felt it. ”

"I feel a fart! Is Madame okay? ”

Who is impatient to pay attention to the thing that doesn't know what it's called, or their own wife is important. Whether to keep the big or the small is a joke in the later life, but it is a fatal matter at the moment. In ancient times, when there were no medical conditions to speak of, the only role of the stable woman was to shout and cheer, and cut the umbilical cord afterwards. If there is a reversal of life, umbilical cord around the neck, or massive bleeding, one corpse and two lives are not a lie. When a woman gives birth, it is proper to pass the ghost gate!

Only then did Uncle Zhong calm down and said, "Young Master, don't worry. Because it was the first time that Mrs. gave birth, the master of the Yan family attached great importance to it and specially invited the most intelligent woman in the palace to deliver the baby. Mrs. is also very competitive, and as soon as Wen Po arrived, she gave birth to the little master. ”

"Alright, bring the letter to me and read it myself!" I gave birth to a son, how happy are you? Looks like it has something to do with you?

opened the letter, and it was Yan Rongyue's familiar handwriting. Xu is weak after childbirth, and his handwriting is a little sloppy, but the words are full of joy, and, showing off?

It is also understandable that an old hen lays eggs, and she still has to loudly proclaim "all big, all big"? Everyone has given birth to a big fat boy, and they are not allowed to show their merits and be coquettish to their lovers?

The other one hasn't laid eggs yet, uh no, Fang Zhongyong's other wife, Wang Lingwei, also read the letter, but she cried with a wow. While crying, he complained: "Xianggong is eccentric and gave his son to Sister Keiko, but he is not even willing to give me a daughter!" I don't follow! I don't care! As he spoke, he writhed around like a kraft candy.

Fang Zhongyong was twisted by her, hugged Wang Lingwei horizontally, and said angrily: "Raw! Give birth now! Sons and daughters are born together! So who, who, and what to see? Not down yet! ”

Wang Lingwei was shocked to realize that there were outsiders present, so she hurriedly broke free, and giggled: "Okay, you stupid old man!" The concubine body will not accompany you to prostitution during the day! lest others say that the concubine is a red face and trouble, which affects your business! ”

Fang Zhongyong said with a smile: "It's all a pretext made up of useless things." With the firm will, strong physique, and red face of your father-in-law, you may not know who is in trouble! ”

The husband and wife laughed for a while, and Fang Zhongyong said gently: "Are you feeling better?"

Wang Lingwei said with some shame: "The princess is not angry with the concubine's narrow-mindedness, but is relieved of the concubine's body. I know it in my heart! Here, congratulations to Xianggong for his happy son, many sons and many blessings! ”

Fang Zhongyong said: "You! I still haven't put it down! The so-called husband and wife do not want to respect each other as guests, but to say something, and do not suppress everything in their hearts. I'd rather you weren't so virtuous, I'd rather you lose your temper with me and be coquettish, as long as you're comfortable. And we are young and want to have a lot of opportunities for our children. And I insist that a woman should not give birth too early. This time Keiko gave birth, I blamed me for not thinking about it, and I only cared about my own happiness, which really hurt you! ”

Wang Lingwei said angrily: "When people are with Xianggong, they are also very happy!" It's, it's just, Xianggong is sometimes a little too ridiculous. ”

Seeing that if he dragged it down again, he was about to be 404, so Uncle Zhong came in at the right time to relieve the siege: "There is a girl who claims to be Han Ling'er outside the door who asks to see her."

Fang Zhongyong didn't think back for a while: "Who?" Can I help you? ”

Wang Lingwei said with a smile: "Xianggong, you are really a noble person, Han Ling'er is the daughter of Han Zhixian!" It was the concubine who asked her to come, and she wanted to accept her as a righteous daughter! ”

Fang Zhongyong was very helpless: "Which one are you making trouble again?" You're only six years older than someone else, is it appropriate to be someone's stepmother? ”

"What's out of place? In the Salesian Bureau of Ninghai a while ago, the concubine saw that she was always depressed, so she asked the reason. Wang Lingwei said and whispered in Fang Zhongyong's ear.

Fang Zhongyong said hatefully: "Then Li Menglong did such an inferior act, dragging him to death with a horse is really cheap for him!" It should be cut with a thousand knives to thank me for the hatred in my heart! ”

Wang Lingwei persuaded: "Xiang Gong is angry. Of course, Li Menglong has no choice but to die, but the girl who has been so mutilated is afraid that it will not be easy to stay in the Salesian Bureau. Therefore, the concubine wanted to give her a chance. In addition, the maid of the concubine is very stupid, and she is not as cute as the cat slave next to Sister Keiko, and she will please the public. The concubine is still thinking about having an arm in the future! ”

Fang Zhongyong reprimanded someone's nonsense and fled.

asked someone to bring Han Ling'er to her, Wang Lingwei smiled and said, "Ling'er, I have already discussed it with my master, and he has no opinion on accepting you as a righteous daughter." You can live in this mansion with peace of mind, and every degree of application will be according to the lady's share. What do you think? ”

Han Ling'er was unusually calm when she encountered a great disaster, and after meeting her stepmother, she asked, "I don't know how my stepmother will settle my younger brother?"

Now Wang Lingwei is a little timid, recognizing a righteous daughter is not a big deal, it is nothing more than an extra dowry. But looking at the meaning of Xianggong, I'm afraid that I don't have the idea of recognizing a godson? I had to say more kind words to invite Fang Zhongyong back.

Fang Zhongyong didn't take Qiao either, and said directly: "Ling'er, I don't object to recognizing you as a righteous daughter, even if you take more care of your brother, it's not a big deal." But as you know, the official has high hopes for the Boy Scouts, and Han Lin'er's diligent study and hard training in the Salesian Bureau is extremely beneficial to his future growth. You also hope that your younger brother will be able to become famous and famous in the future, instead of relying on others and achieving nothing! ”

Han Ling'er bowed down and said, "It's my daughter Meng Lang, please forgive my godfather!"

Fang Zhongyong said very unnaturally: "In the future, you can call your father-in-law, don't call this godfather again!" I really can't accept words that have changed taste!

Seeing that Han Ling'er was always a little restrained, Fang Zhongyong persuaded: "I have always cared about the affairs of the family. You just need to listen to your stepmother's words and learn some poetry and female popularity every day. When you grow up, I will find a wishful husband with you and marry in style. With the protection of this official, you should be guaranteed to have no worries in your life. ”

Unexpectedly, Han Ling'er was a tough person at a young age, and said: "The child only hates being a daughter, and he can't go into battle to kill the enemy." But the child is good at raising carrier pigeons, which can help the godfather! ”

Fang Zhongyong said: "Ahem, it's my father-in-law!" You say you know how to keep carrier pigeons, and I ask you, how to choose? How to raise? How can I keep my pigeon from getting lost? How do you make sure that the news from the carrier pigeon does not fall into the hands of the enemy? How can we be sure that even if the carrier pigeon falls into the hands of the enemy, the enemy will not be able to learn about us? ”

Han Ling'er thought for a long time, and said with a stiff neck: "My mother is the descendant of the elder ruler, and she is the most familiar with the language of birds and beasts. The breeding of carrier pigeons has long been known and well understood. The selection of the carrier pigeon is the first bloodline, followed by the eyes, feathers, and bones. And the pigeon is the most loyal, even if it is separated by thousands of miles, it will never be abandoned. If one of them is released from a hundred miles away, it will inevitably return along paths, mountains, rivers, villages and towns, etc., and there will be almost no mistakes. As for fighting the enemy and so on, my daughter doesn't know. ”

To say that since Fang Zhongyong came to the Great Song Dynasty, the most impatient thing is two things, one is transportation, and the other is communication.

There is no solution to the traffic problem for a while, so we will not discuss it for the time being. But just delivering a message is maddening. Basically, people arrived, and the news arrived. Even the people have arrived, and the news has not yet arrived. Let's take Yan Rongyue's birth of a child this time. If there is a telephone, or even a video network, it is simply too simple a problem.

Here he asked, "Have you given birth to your wife?"

The other side replied: "It's half a cut, do you want to broadcast it live?"

The problem is solved in minutes, where is the use of letting the postman work hard for two months? If there are heroes such as Li Hongji and Zhang Bingzhong, wouldn't they miss the big event of naming their son?

At that moment, Fang Zhongyong took down a copy of "The Analects" from the bookshelf, picked up the pen and wrote down a few inexplicable words such as 41, 111, 821, 11, etc., and handed the book to Han Ling'er and said: "If you can understand the meaning, this official will definitely reuse it!" Otherwise, let's honestly learn to be a female celebrity! Go first, I'm going to name my son!" ”

After tea and kung fu, Fang Zhongyong gave his son a good name, Fangzheng. Take all things in the world, only the square will last long.

Han Ling'er actually picked out words from the book and composed a festive word: Happy to be a noble son!