After Yang Fan discussed with Dong Qichang in the Dong Mansion for a long time, he finally got up and said goodbye: "Then I'll wait for good news." ”

Dong Qichang stood up and said, "Although Yang Xiaoyou can rest assured, he will order someone to pack up and come to the Zhonglou as soon as possible to vacate the study building." If you are old and have inconvenient legs and feet, you won't send your friends. Lao Fu, send Yang Xiaoyou. ”

Yang Fan arched his hand and said: "Then I will leave below." Dong Lao takes care of his body. "Dong Qichang is over eighty years old, so he is naturally a little overwhelmed, and he is a little tired after sitting and talking for so long. After Yang Fan walked out of the hall, Dong Qichang's eldest son walked out. is also fifty or sixty years old, and he is still very respectful in front of Dong Qichang.

"Father, this Uncle Ling He has been cut down, why do you still want to help him. Although after you step down, our Dong Mansion will also move back to the old house in Songjiang Mansion, but this Zhonglou is your old man's painstaking efforts. Not to mention the boundary, even this building, and the empty hill behind it, which are worth a lot of money. Not to mention 10,000 taels of silver, you can buy the land, and you just give it away? ”

Dong Qichang leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes a little tiredly, and said, "What? Distressed? ”

Even if it is an ordinary wealthy businessman, for such a library building, it is also a lot of wealth. said that if you give it away, you will give it away, if it is dedicated to the current saint, it will be forgotten, and it will be given to a young man who has cut the knight, which Dong Da does not understand. I could only nod and say, "I just feel a little worthless." ”

Dong Qichang raised his hand, and the maid on the side helped him to walk to the inner compartment, "In the future, you will understand whether it is worth it or not." When my Dong family was famous, Fan Chang's bastard made it a little stinky. At that time, if it weren't for the old man's resignation at home, he didn't want to cause trouble anymore, how could they have allowed those people to be so rampant. But it also made the old man understand some truths. This donation of the book building to run the academy is to give our Dong family the opportunity to rebuild its reputation, in case I am a hundred years later, who will support the Dong family? You will always be the ones who will take the lead. ”

"But my father, what does this have to do with the donation of the library?"

Dong Qichang stopped and said, "Short-sighted. Do you really think that this cut is Yang Fan's loss of power, what is the difference between that and those people who are deeply involved in the Jingshi? When he first went to sea, how many people were optimistic about him? That piece of fat in Shanxi. How many people covet it, and how many people have died besides him? He doesn't do things that he doesn't know what he's sure about. ”

"Could it be that he was knighted on a fake?" Dong Da raised his eyebrows.

Dong Qichang for his son. There is still some hatred that iron does not become steel. Although his son is also a person with grandchildren, it is useless to scold him like this. Therefore, he didn't sell Guan Zi, and said directly: "It's true that the Jue is cut, but it must be that he Yang Fan himself doesn't want to stay in Jingshi." deliberately allowed the Holy Grace to have this opportunity and cut his title. ”

"Is there any intention to cut the knight?" Dong Da became more and more puzzled. This title, that is the supreme glory, how can anyone think it is cumbersome?

Dong Qichang squinted his eyes and said: "Some people are treasures, and some people are burdens." If people's vision is different, their pursuit is different. He had bigger things to do, and he would break free from the gorgeous cage that had imprisoned him so that he could spread his fists and kicks. That's the kind of people who really do big things. It's a pity that I, Dong, am old. If he is fifty years younger, he will spend all his family wealth to help him. ”

……

Yang Fan walked out. Lao Fu on the side followed behind, muttering something.

"Butler, how can you eat this thing?" A housekeeper ran over with a gift box in his hand, scratching his head in confusion and asked. Steward Fu waved his hand and said, "How to eat it is your business, take it, I will have a back ache when I see this thing." ”

"Wait a minute." Yang Fan stopped the guy and walked over. Picking up the unsealed gift box, he turned around and asked, "Butler, where did you get this thing?" ”

"Oh. These were sent by the man who had just come to visit you with you. When I looked at the rotten radish that had been dug out of the mud, it was still yellow-hearted, and it must have been left in the poor boy's house for a long time. It's so lacking in morality. What are you waiting for, hurry up and take it. Either throw it away, or eat it yourself. The butler said with a look of disgust.

"Wait a minute, butler. If you want to throw it away, can you give it to me? ”

"Young Master Yang, do you want this rotten radish?"

Yang Fan smiled: "This thing is not a radish, although I don't know what kind of money." But it's very nurturing. I don't know if the housekeeper has the middle-aged man's foothold, so I want to go over and visit. ”

"Since Yang Gongzi wants it, take it. As for the place where he landed, the old servant did not know. However, he should come over tomorrow, Yang Gongzi can leave his own foothold, and the old servant will definitely reach his ears. ”

Yang Fan nodded, told him his whereabouts, and walked away happily with the dozen or so sweet potatoes. Since there are ten, there are probably a hundred, a thousand. As long as there are enough of them, it is not a problem to promote them. This sweet potato is also a foreign product, and it was only introduced to the Ming Dynasty during the Wanli period. Not only can it adapt to mountainous terrain, but it is also drought tolerant. At the beginning, Yang Fan asked Zhu Youzhen to look for this sweet potato. The yield per mu of corn is actually not much higher than that of rice and wheat, except for the point of drought tolerance, so that more than ten provinces in the Central Plains have a large planting area.

But this sweet potato, the yield per mu is as amazing as that of potatoes, and it is drought tolerant. Stems and leaves can be used as feed, speaking of which the whole body is a treasure, such a thing, Yang Fan sent people to look for a long time, but there were no clues, but I didn't expect to find its traces in Jinling.

At the beginning, there were only a dozen potatoes, handed over to the imperial court, cultivated for two years, and it was estimated that there were hundreds of catties, but it was still a drop in the bucket, if one more crops with potatoes and amazing yield per mu, and had reached a certain base, then, the famine may be slightly alleviated.

Thinking of potatoes, Yang Fan suddenly thought of the brothers who were still in the Thirteenth Station. He often thinks of them, is he alive and well? Isn't it already the last day of having a full meal? The climate in Liaodi is not very harsh, and the drought is not serious, so if you can cultivate on time, you should not be hungry. What Yang Fan is afraid of is that Jiannu's iron hooves will come over again, in that way, will he still be able to stop it? He didn't know, and he couldn't guess.

Because it stands to reason that Linghe City has fallen today, however, it has not. As for whether the ending was changed or postponed, Yang Fan didn't know, only time would prove it. Yang Fan's current situation, he may not feel it. But in the eyes of outsiders, it is a little embarrassing. Just like Dong Qichang's eyes were vicious, he saw that the gorgeous cage that bound Yang Fan's canary had been broken free by himself.

Right now.

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high for the birds to fly.

As for whether it is a shark or a loach, a roc or a turtledove, you can know it by looking at it. (To be continued.) )