The one who sprayed Huang Fu was a little old man in his forties and fifties, with gray hair and a resolute expression. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThere is also a young man in his teens next to him, who is persuading.

"Lord Huang, those women are wearing clothes one by one and even their feet are exposed, do you want to be decent?"

The old man was not afraid of Huang Fu's identity, and continued to squirt: "Don't look at indecent things, look at those people, they are thieves and insulting Sven!" ”

The immigrants were already drinking broth and eating steamed buns, but they were all looking towards the city gate, where there were more than a hundred young women.

As soon as Fang Xing waved his hand, the women walked up to the more than 100 Confucian scholars with wild flowers in their hands, and offered flowers one-on-one.

"Friends from afar, welcome ......"

After a few days of training, the women said the welcome words slipperily and smiled perfectly.

Fang Xing saw that most of those Confucian students were red-faced, and after taking the flowers, they stood there like wooden chickens.

"What a system! What a system! ”

When the old man saw this, he went to the city in a huff, and the young man hurriedly helped him and persuaded him, "Father, all the adults are here! ”

But the old man entered the city regardless of it, and gave Huang Fu a big facelessness.

Wen Xingzhai smiled bitterly: "That is Mr. Panshi, who is known as a professor who has no class, and I heard that the professor recruited by the Ministry of Rites to Jiaozhi, he not only came by himself, but also brought his youngest son." ”

Mr. Panshi's name is Li Zhengyang, and he has been spreading Confucianism all his life, and has opened a school in his hometown, as long as he is willing to learn, he can come.

And his youngest son Li Chun was only fourteen years old, and he was pulled by this father to make contributions.

"Interesting."

Fang Xing hated that kind of hypocrite, but he couldn't hate idiots like Li Zhengyang.

After the Confucian scholars and the immigrants had lunch outside the city gate, Fang Xing appeared.

"Everyone has worked hard from afar, Lord Huang has prepared a place to live, just waiting for you to move in."

Those immigrants are okay, and most of them are looking forward to their future lives.

But the Confucian scholars all listened expressionlessly, listening to Fang Xing, a traitor to Confucianism, speaking.

"Everyone is far away, and the family is not there, but the woman who crosses the toes has admired me for a long time......"

Fang Xing paused for a moment, saw that most of the people raised their heads, and then smiled: "Jiaozhi has been in war for many years, and there are few men, but can we watch those women live alone all their lives?" ”

"Can't!"

A big black man in the immigration shouted with a red face, and then timidly hid inside.

Fang Xing was stunned and laughed, just when everyone thought he was going to blame the big black man, he nodded and agreed: "Yes, as a man of the Ming Dynasty, we definitely can't!" ”

Seeing Fang Xing's kindness, some people among the immigrants asked: "Uncle, when will you divide your daughter-in-law?" That's all we have to think about. ”

"Hahahaha!"

The immigrants burst into laughter, and the embarrassment they had just had was driven away by laughter.

"Immediately!"

Of course, Fang Xing will not be ambiguous, he has discussed this with Huang Fu, that is, to use these Jiaozhi daughters-in-law to tie up the immigrants.

As for the Confucian students who were pretending to be gentlemen, Fang Xing believed that it wouldn't take long for them to naturally change.

"Good!"

Hearing that they would send their daughters-in-law immediately, the tired immigrants all the way hurriedly carried their burdens.

"There's one."

Fang Xing admonished: "Don't beat women casually, if someone is idle and wants to be a lazy man, bored to beat his wife all day long, then Jiaozhi doesn't need him here, he will go back wherever he comes from, and future immigrants will not consider such people." ”

Whoever beats his wife is slapping Fang Xing's face, he swears to protect the rights and interests of Jiaozhi women, and so far, at least in Jiaozhou Mansion, it has seen results.

More than 300 people, more than 300 more laborers in the sugarcane fields, and only half of the remuneration is paid.

Not only did Xiaoniang become the protector in the eyes of the women of Jiaozhi, but the name of Xinghebo also resounded all over the earth.

-- The one who knows a woman's heart best!

These immigrants will be placed in prepared villages, with ready-made wooden houses, and even pots and pans, seeds, etc.

Everything is ready, only one wife is missing.

By the time these men came out, there were already thousands of more women outside the city.

Tall, short, fat and thin, black and white, even if the posture is mediocre, it still makes these guys swallow their saliva.

"Let's draw lots."

Fang Xing nodded, and immediately someone gave each of these women a piece of paper with a number written on it.

Then dozens of baskets of paper balls were lifted.

"Draw lots by yourself, whoever you catch is whoever you catch, live a good life in the future, and strive to hold your child as soon as possible!"

Huang Fu looked at these men with satisfaction: This is the existence of Daming in Jiaozhi!

In the future, if the population continues to multiply, the Jiaozhi people will no longer miss their homeland, and the rule of the Ming Dynasty here will be as stable as Mount Tai.

Huang Fu turned around and saw that Fang Xing had slipped away, and couldn't help but scold: "Lazy boy, all the troubles in the back have been handed over to the old man." ”

Fang Xing went to find Mr. Panshi, who vowed to dedicate his life to Confucianism, but he couldn't find it, and in the end, a woman with a toe told the old man's whereabouts.

Mochou Inn, this is an inn opened by Han Chinese.

And the origin of the name is also the boss's daughter Mo Chou.

The boss Hu Die, this Jinling native was down-and-out in his early years, and in the last ruthless, he followed the army to Jiaozhi.

Mochou Inn is not big in Dongguan City, and the business can only support the lives of Hu Di and his daughter.

"Daddy, there's a guest coming."

Fifteen-year-old Mo Chou was at the age when she couldn't sit still, she combed her two mustaches, and shouted with joy on her small face.

"Got it, Mo Chou poured tea for the guests first."

The voice of Hu Die came from upstairs, and he was accommodating the accommodation of Li Zhengyang's father and son.

Fang Xing watched Mo Chou pour tea with interest, the tea leaves were not good, and the teacups were not good.

The girl had calluses on her hands and seemed to work a lot.

Mo Chou poured the tea, his smiling nose wrinkled slightly, and he looked extremely cute.

"Is the guest a lodging?"

"No, it's just looking for someone."

Hearing Fang Xing's words, Mo Chou's little face suddenly became a little melancholy, Fang Xing looked at the humble lobby and asked, "Is there any food?" ”

"Yes!"

That little face immediately became brilliant, and Fang Xing felt like an orchid, exceptionally pure.

"Then make a few good dishes."

Seeing this smiling face, Fang Xing's mood was inexplicably much better, so he nodded at Xin Laoqi.

Seeing Xin Laoqi going out, Mo Chou said with some disappointment: "There are chickens, fish, and pork, what do the guests want?" ”

Xin Laoqi is tall, he can eat at a glance, and if he is there, he can at least make more money.

"Both."

Fang Xing pointed upstairs, and the knife quietly went up.

"Do you really want to?" Mo Chou looked at Fang Xing's purse, worried that Fang Xing had no money to pay the bill.

"Hahahaha!"

A cute little girl was pretending to be an adult, which couldn't help but make Fang Xing laugh, and then there was a sound of hurried footsteps upstairs.

"Mo Chou, who is here?"

Hu Di was worried that his daughter would be bullied, and he couldn't take care of Li Zhengyang, so he hurriedly ran down.

Fang Xing bowed slightly at Hu Die, and then asked, "Your name is Mo Chou?" Is it the Mochou of Mochou Lake? ”

Mo Chou said happily: "Yes, my home is from Jinling, and later my father and I went to Jiaozhi to open an inn." ”

Hu Die is an innkeeper, and his natural vision is not bad, although Fang Xing is dressed ordinarily, he has a long knife on his waist, and his attitude is calm, and he is not an ordinary person at first glance.