"Hehe, I'm happy."

Jeon Phuc smirked.

The woman was angry and anxious, and suddenly saw the bone-setting medicine in Ah Gui's hand, and she was so frightened that she exclaimed, "Ah Gui, where did you get the medicine?" Whose medicine do you steal? Are you looking for death? ”

Agui was speechless, "Mother, I didn't steal it, it was given to me by the young master." ”

Master?

Ah Guiniang turned around, the young master stood behind her, she was frightened again, and sat on the ground, "Young ...... Young master, Quanfu's injury is not in the way, and he will not delay his work. ”

"Please, don't punish him, okay?"

Fang Shibo was inexplicable, did I say who I was going to punish?

Agui's father and son were anxious.

"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about? The young master is a great good man, how can he punish his father? ”

"That's it, it, if you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, Lao Tzu will beat you!"

Ah Gui Niang looked at Ah Gui, and to her surprise, her son no longer helped her, as if she deserved to be beaten. The fact that she can give birth to a smart son shows that she is not too stupid.

She immediately got up, and then kowtowed to Fang Shibo to admit her mistake, "Young master, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing, please have a lot of them." ”

Fang Shibo rolled his eyes.

Lao Tzu is a child, not an adult.

"Agui, help your mother up, she is older than me, how can you say kneel and kneel?" He flashed to the side and asked Agui to help his mother up.

Ah Gui put down the medicine, stretched out his hand to help his mother, he took the opportunity to whisper: "Mother, you go and do your job, my father and I are fine." If there is anything to talk about in the evening, it is a good thing in short. ”

Although Ah Guiniang was in a nervous mood, she didn't dare to stay longer with the young master and aunt, so she left in a hurry.

The vignette flashed by.

Quan Fu just smeared the bone-setting medicine and was helped aside by Agui to rest.

gave everyone carrots, Kong Fang raised a big hand for them again, and he announced the management system of the workshop, as if it was about the technical confidentiality system.

If someone dares to leak secrets, the family law will serve them, and they will not be spared.

Kong Fang's words are very serious, and this system can be said to be very strict, even inhumane, but it does not arouse fear and opposition from the servants.

The servants were originally the private property of the master, and the master had the right to dispose of them in any way, so they could not and did not dare to object.

No fear is that they simply won't do a leak.

They are workers in the workshop, and their income will be fivefold higher than it is now; The young master was kind-hearted, did not discriminate against them, and did not treat them as domestic slaves.

Such a good workshop, such a good shopkeeper, how could they do something about dismantling the stage?

They are poor, not stupid.

Since they don't know how to leak secrets, why do they care if the management system is strict or not?

The power of carrots is immeasurable, and the efficiency of work has increased exponentially today, and before dark, ten huge earthen stoves are neatly arranged in two rows, and a cold-cutting tower is built next to the earthen stoves responsible for dissolving coarse salt.

The structure of the outer perimeter of the workshop has been erected, and tomorrow the wall will be capped.

Kong Fang also planned to build two warehouses, one for coarse salt supplied by the samurai and one for fine salt.

During this period, Fang Shiqing watched from afar, and sure enough, Kong Fang was just commanding from the sidelines, and no longer rolled up her sleeves to work, so she no longer interfered.

Men, usually just have to repair more, repair a few times and his three views will be correct.

Kong Fang devoted himself to his work and didn't find that Fang Shiqing appeared again, let alone what she was thinking, in fact, it didn't matter if he knew it or not, anyway, he couldn't escape the title of the first wife of the Daxing Dynasty.

Three days later, the first salt-making workshop of the Daxing Dynasty stood in Fangjiazhuang, and the first batch of 5,000 catties of coarse salt had also arrived.

……

The second snow in the fifth year of Jiaqing has been blowing, the sky and the earth are hazy, the rivers are frozen overnight, there are few pedestrians on the road, a dry well stands in the snow, and there are several dogs chasing and playing in the snow nearby.

Kong Fang stood on the high steps of the county government and suddenly had an outburst of inspiration, so he wrote a poem:

The river is general, and the well is black and holed.

The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen.

Ximen Feixue glanced at Kong Fang and finally didn't speak, raised his head and took a sip of wine, this weather is a little cold.

Fang Shibo expressed his disappointment, this is the most substandard poem he has ever "written". Maybe he became an official, his mentality drifted, and he couldn't write good poems.

"Brother-in-law, is this also called poetry?"

After all, he is a child, and he has no city.

Kong Fang laughed. It is, of course, poetry, and very special poetry, otherwise it would not have been possible to circulate for thousands of years.

Of course, he wouldn't tell Fang Shibo that this was a limerick poem from the Tang Dynasty.

Fang Shibo was not convinced, such a poem, Lao Tzu would also compose it.

"Then you can try a song."

In the winter, he has nothing to do, and he intends to tease his cheap brother-in-law to play. Fang Shibo waved his little hand, cut, come, who is afraid of whom? But seeing him lift his little short legs, he took seven steps forward and paused.

Kong Fang's eyebrows jumped, and seven steps into a poem?

Fang Shibo paused for a moment, then took seven steps back and returned to his original position.

I don't understand this kind of sassy operation.

Ximen Feixue held the wine jug in his hand and looked at Fang Shibo with his eyes.

They are all teenagers, and they are also young bodyguards, and he hopes that Fang Shibo can easily defeat Kong Fang in writing poetry.

"Ah......h

Fang Shibo's body suddenly twitched, his hands opened to hug Xuehua, and his mouth burst out the first line of poetry. Ximen Feixue hurriedly turned his head to dodge, why is this also called poetry?

Don't tell people you know Lao Tzu.

"Ahem......"

Fang Shibo pinched his throat, slightly embarrassed, "Turn it up, start over." ”

The snow is as white as salt, cold and unsalty;

You can't use stir-fry, you can only build a snowman.

Good poetry, good wet ...... Kong Fang smiled and complimented.

"Poof......

Simon Feixue took a sip of wine.

Could it be that this is the legendary commercial blowing of each other? Fang Shibo was inspired and exploded, and he shouted: Come again. He took a step forward, and he directly became a poem.

Soaring three feet in the wind, landing like a treasure knife;

The snow is open in half, freehand and happy.

Kong Fang and Ximen Feixue were about to delve into the artistic conception of this poem, and at the same time, they caught a glimpse of Fang Shibo untying his belt at the corner of their eyes.

I see!

And so it was!

The two of them turned their heads to avoid at the same time, and they didn't look at it!

At the moment when he turned his head, Kong Fang saw a beautiful figure. Extrapolating from her movements, it was clear that she wanted to come up.

However, he wanted to remind Fang Shibo that it was too late.

Yun Fei'er was rushing over, and was suddenly frightened by Fang Shibo's real-life operation of writing poems, and she hid her face and hurried away.

In fact, for Kong Fang, he welcomed her to leave, because he was afraid of causing Fang Shiqing to misunderstand and bring unwarranted disasters to himself.

But he could clearly see the shame in her eyes the moment she turned to leave.

Alas, my brother-in-law's love is probably going to be completely cold again.

But he didn't tell Fang Shibo that he couldn't bear to hit the rising star of the Daxing Dynasty poetry circle.