People always have to learn a lesson from suffering, this time Zhu Houzhao secretly warned himself in his heart not to do stupid things anymore, it would hurt to be beaten by his father.

But for Fang Jifan, Zhu Houzhao is an important part of his plan, how can he not have this Royal Highness the Prince?

After listening to Fang Jifan's words, Zhu Houzhao's first reaction was that a pair of eyes widened, and then looked at Fang Jifan suspiciously.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was a little incredulous, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva before he couldn't help asking, "Isn't this Taoist your nephew?" ”

Lao Fang means to find someone to carry the black pot for them, but ......

Lao Fang, you are really unkind, your own teachers and nephews are pitted!

Fang Jifan folded his fingers very seriously, calculated the math, and then said: "The minister's nephew and grandson...... Well, I'll calculate, plus this person, there are two hundred and sixty-seven in total, and even if one is slaughtered every day, it won't be killed before the Chinese New Year this year. ”

Zhu Houzhao was shocked by Meng Dihu's body, and suddenly understood, he suddenly looked up at the sky, and saw that although the scorching sun in the sky was about to set, the heat brought by the sun still made him sweat profusely.

At this time, he suddenly gritted his teeth and said with a look of determination: "Okay, everything is up to the old man, when will you pray for rain?" ”

Fang Jifan smiled, he knew that Zhu Houzhao couldn't stand the temptation, and hurriedly said: "June 17." ”

June 17 is recorded in the Shuncheonfu Chronicles.

The peasant uncles rely on God to eat.

But Fang Jifan completely relied on the ancestors to enjoy food.

Who made the ancestors always so serious, everything had to be recorded, from history, to county records, government records, to genealogy, ethnography, the ancestors were born to record all aspects of things.

In ancient times, agriculture was the foundation of everything, so in the historical records, the beginning is to record the calendar and agricultural time, and state history according to the changes of seasons and celestial phenomena.

A major drought is enough to make the local government chronicles a special book, and a timely rain after the drought has naturally become the object of a big book.

Of course, Fang Jifan only remembers the approximate days, that is, the error rate is as high as 50%, that is, the mortality rate of his nephew Li Chaowen is also as high as 50%.

BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER, THE DEAD DAO FRIENDS ARE NOT DEAD AND POOR, FANG JIFAN IS NOW ALSO A PERSON IN THE SECT JIAO REALM WHO HAS A DAO.

Thinking of Li Chaowen's life and death, which is related to the well-being of thousands of people, Fang Jifan couldn't help but want to burst into tears, sacrifice one person, and get the opportunity to save ten thousand people, the master and nephew are really amazing.

In the same way, how great he is, in order to save the common people, he did not hesitate to push his nephew into the fire pit, the Buddha said, my nephew does not go to hell who goes to hell, and those who become great things will inevitably have to be sacrificed, and if they do not sacrifice their own teachers and nephews, they will sacrifice thousands of Li people, no matter how others condemn themselves, but Fang Jifan thinks that he has three views and is right, and he takes the world as his own responsibility, how can he abandon the common people, if so, then ...... Is it still human?

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When I returned home that day, the Fang family was already brightly lit and lively.

Although the decree of the edict has not been made, there are not a few people who can receive the news.

It's amazing.

Although the Ming Dynasty has all kinds of hereditary thousands of households and hereditary hundreds of households that have been enshrined for military merits, but the princess has not had an edict for many years.

His Majesty has made a bloody investment this time, and he has really counted the first merit of this great victory in Guizhou on Fang Jifan.

When Fang Jifan arrived home, Fang Jinglong, who was about to go to Guizhou, had already invited many old brothers.

Tonight's Fang family was particularly lively, with laughter and laughter.

Fang Jifan recognized a British public Zhang Mao.

A large table of people, pushing cups and cups, is very noisy.

Fang Jifan still saw Zhang Xin, and Zhang Xin stood honestly behind Zhang Mao, not daring to go to the table.

"Son, you're back."

As soon as Fang Jinglong saw Fang Jifan, his eyes immediately lit up, and with a loving smile on his face, he waved at Fang Jifan excitedly.

"My good son, come, call uncle, call uncle."

He let out a cheerful laugh as he introduced.

"Haha, don't call it and don't force it, this is all my father's own brother, don't like this."

Fang Jinglong looked red and radiant, as his son, Fang Jifan, he could already imagine how much he had blown up.

Zhang Mao also looked at Fang Jifan fixedly, the luster in his eyes was obviously different from before, and at this time, even he had to be impressed by Fang Jifan.

I thought that he was touting his son in front of Fang Jinglong every day, but now when he looked back at his son, he couldn't help baring his teeth, and he still looked half-dead, but Fang Jifan was out of luck, and his son was simply different from him.

Oh, what a shame.

I knew that today, I shouldn't have bragged at the beginning, but now it's okay, I slapped my face alive.

He took a sip of wine, wiped the wine from his beard, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Hey, Fang family, it's out, old Fang, my old brother really admires you, gave birth to such a good son, the Fang family relied on military merits, and now it's okay, Ji Fan has also made military merits."

Speaking of this, he became angry, slapped the wine case, and said in disappointment: "Look at my unpromising son, others have made military merits, you go to the field to dig food, and insult the ancestors!" ”

With a roar, the thick arm of the calf was raised and was about to beat Zhang Xin.

Fang Jinglong quickly hugged Zhang Mao and hurriedly persuaded him.

"Lao Zhang, listen to me, don't fight, it's useless for my son to fight, I have experience, this kind of thing, I can only take my time, hey, don't fight, Zhang Xinxian's nephew, you go out, Jifan, go out for a walk with your brother Zhang Xin."

Fang Jifan couldn't stand this scene for a long time, so he pulled Zhang Xin and left.

Behind his head, it was Fang Jinglong's consolation: "Speaking of teaching my son, my old fang is not bragging, I call it first, no one dares to call it second, Lao Zhang, you dissipate your anger, your son is taught, not played, this godson is a craft, what is the use of beating." ”

"Hey, that's a bad dog."

And Fang Jifan's side, he pulled Zhang Xin out, and walked in this dim courtyard, Zhang Xin, who had been tanned for a long time, could hardly see anyone anymore, and could only see his eyes turning.

Zhang Xin was silent, standing dumbfounded at the mouth of the courtyard in the court.

Fang Jifan was actually reluctant to deal with him, but when he saw the patio, he was afraid that Zhang Xin would jump down, so he simply stayed aside and slowly explained him.

"Brother Zhang, don't take your father's words to heart, he's just drunk and crazy."

Zhang Xin was unusually calm, his mood did not fluctuate at all, but he shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said lightly: "I'm used to it." ”

Fang Jifan had some sympathy for him.

Zhang Xin turned his head and looked at Fang Jifan, and actually smiled.

"I was beaten by my father since I was a child, and the horsewhip at home was broken for I don't know how many, and he always wanted to teach me to become a talent, so I rode a horse, studied, and studied, in short, my life was beaten, ridden and studied, nothing else."

"Thank you, Fang Baihu."

As soon as he heard Zhang Xin suddenly say thank you, Fang Jifan suddenly thought of Fan Wei's lines in "Selling Abduction".

He suddenly felt his scalp tingle, is this ironic? Transferring you to the Tuntian Hundred Households Office was actually just a joke at first, and you won't hold a grudge.

Zhang Xin said very seriously.

"No, I really thank you, until I went to Xishan, I didn't know that life is not only about horseback riding and reading, there, I found that I can do what I like, I finally know that I was not born to ride horses and read books, I am good at farming."

The more he spoke, the more energetic he became, his face showed a yearning look, and the corners of his mouth were rippling with a smile.

"When I built the greenhouse, I was very happy, and when every piece of glass was covered, I was thinking, is it enough to cover it like this, and how to improve the lighting surface. When I set up the flue, I naturally think about how to set up the flue, so that the flue can be shortened as much as possible, the least carbon can be burned, and the geothermal heat can be raised. ”

"I love to cut the old ginseng rattan for transplantation, I love to cut the old ginseng into small pieces, let them take root and sprout, I like to think about how to make watermelon bigger and sweeter, I think I will not be reading and riding horses for the rest of my life, and what I should do is what I like to do, so thank you, Fang Baihu, you made me finally understand that the meaning of life is not just what my father said."

"......" Fang Jifan looked at Zhang Xin's eyes, he said that when he talked about farming, his eyes were flashing, in this dim light, he even saw a beautiful color in those eyes, and the face with these eyes revealed a relaxed and natural look.

This is a little expert in agriculture who has been delayed by reading books and arching horses.

It's just that Fang Jifan looked at Zhang Xin with a smile and was speechless for a while.

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At this time, at Wang's house, Wang Shouren had not eaten for two days.

He sat in the study for two days, his eyes blank, and he only took a sip of the tea that was brought.

He has never been able to understand what is the deep meaning behind the unity of knowledge and action.

He couldn't understand that Ouyang Zhi and them were far inferior to him in the way of the world, but they could be higher than him.

When I said that the emperor was stupid, it was actually just a joke.

Because the holy decree has been released, Guizhou has won a great victory, and Guizhou's great victory is purely because of the mountain camp.

But why can't I think of a mountain camp?

Why did he practice archery and horses since he was a child, strengthen his body, worship Fangshi as a teacher, learn martial arts, geography, read the world's military books, and travel to the border passes, why can't he think of this?

Fang Jifan...... It's too powerful.

The shadow Fang Jifan had cast on him had completely shattered the only confidence he had left.

What's the problem......

He was thoughtful, but he always insisted on an obsession in his heart...... Be sure to figure it out.