Fang Xing stepped on the ladder, the first step almost slipped, he angrily rubbed his foot on the ladder hard, scraping out a piece of fat. "!
Who is so rich?
I don't eat fatty meat. ” Fang Xing climbed up the wall in a huff, looked at the Zhao Wangfu in the dark, and almost wanted to shout: Zhu Gaosui, come out of the wall!
Fang Xing jumped down, and Fang Wu behind him pulled up the ladder, put it into the inner wall, and then calmly climbed down.
The three of them walked through the night, and they were not afraid of an occasional lantern, because the knife in front of them had already 'seen through' all this, and they specially chose the area where no one was around.
The Zhao Wangfu is very large, so big that Fang Xing can't burn it.
The original residence of Xie Chen's family has long been exposed, in an independent courtyard in the south of Zhao Wangfu, the environment is quiet, it can be seen that Zhu Gaosui really values Xie Chen.
The three of them went all the way to the outside of the courtyard, but found that the gate was open, and with the help of the skylight, they saw that the yard was full of debris.
Is this Zhu Gaosui venting his anger or did someone from Dongchang do it?
After entering, Fang Xing took out a flashlight covered with a thin cloth, and the three of them didn't enter the room, but searched for those boxes in the courtyard.
Just as he was looking for it, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and the knife's eyes lit up and he touched it out.
Fang Wu hurriedly caught up, first putting his hand sideways around his neck, and then shaking his head.
The knife nodded regretfully, and then put the knife away.
Fang Xing didn't care about this, he rummaged through a few wooden boxes.
Four Books and Five Classics, throw them away!
Past articles, throw away!
Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, throw away!
A few portraits, lost ......
Fang Xing picked up a few portraits and placed them on the ground, looking at them carefully.
Xie Chen's ability to draw is not bad, first of all, he painted himself gently, as if he had lost some weight.
His wife looked very kind, while Xie Miao looked a little naughty, and Xie Chen's painting was very expressive.
Then there was Xie Yuqing.
Goose egg face, smiling at the corners of his mouth, wearing a thin skirt, holding a fan in his hand to flutter butterflies......
This is an innocent and lively girl!
"Poof!"
There was a slight sound outside, Fang Xing took these paintings into his arms, and then got up and pointed to the outside. …… "Mother, Dad hasn't come back yet!"
The potatoes looked at the braised pork and pancakes on the plate in front of him and just didn't eat them, grabbing Zhang Shuhui's arm and shaking.
Zhang Shuhui saw Ping'an looking at the lanterns, so she said, "Potato is obedient, your father will be back soon."
Why don't you eat it first?
” Potato shook his head and said, "No, I'm going to wait for my dad to come back and eat together." ” Xiao Bai looked at the direction Fang Xing had gone before and said, "Young Master has been gone for a long time, is it because he is separated?"
” "Daddy!"
At this time, Ping An suddenly pointed ahead and shouted.
Xiao Bai looked at it and said with a smile: "Ping'an's eyes are really powerful, sure enough, the young master is back." ” "Daddy!
Father!
” The potatoes also shouted, and Fang Xing hurried over, smiling.
Under the light, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai were smiling, the two children cheered excitedly, and Wanwan pouted on the side because she couldn't follow......
What flowers and trees, what stars are like rain, what fish and dragon dance......
None of these smiles can compare to these smiles.
And in King Zhao's mansion, that familiar smell appeared again.
"The fox fairy is here, run!
...... vomit" …… As soon as the year passed, the military department and the governor's office of the five armies jointly issued a letter asking the local health offices to select students and send them to Beiping for assessment.
And Fang Xing is still in Fangjiazhuang's house, which means that the house is desolate.
Song Li, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry, was still sick, and he knew that even if the Ministry of Industry got the method of making the track and the carriage, it would not be able to get anything out for a while.
If you can't figure it out, it's incompetence.
My Song Li must be capable, so everything is ......
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Ay!
It's all to blame for the broken body!
And Zhou Yangqing, the left attendant of the Ministry of Works, was pushed to the front in this way.
As soon as the year passed, the cries of mines and wharves in various places for railroad tracks almost resounded in the sky, and above the court, several bachelors were helpless, and looked at Zhu Di with a squirt, and then Zhou Yangqing sweated profusely and confessed again and again.
As soon as he left the palace, Zhou Yangqing ran to Fangjiazhuang without hesitation.
When Fang woke up to hear the news of Zhou Qingyang's visit, he couldn't help but be stunned.
"Isn't this man the most dissatisfied with science?"
When they met, seeing the smile on Zhou Qingyang's face, Fang Xing smiled.
What kind of Taoist controversy is scum in the face of reality!
The two exchanged a few words, and seeing the appearance of Fang Xing's old god, Zhou Yangqing accepted his old fox's tricks, "Xinghebo, the mines and wharves everywhere are crazy to ask for tracks and carriages, and the officials said it directly, the Ministry of Industry has taken the method of production, but it cannot be supplied in large quantities within half a year."
Fang Xing didn't react.
Zhou Yangqing smiled bitterly: "Xing and Bo, the promotion of the railroad track is beneficial to you, to be honest, it is also beneficial to the lower officials, and we will benefit both together, okay?"
” These words almost exposed the contradiction between him and Song Li, and he was ambitious, and his goal was to point directly at the position of the secretary of the Ministry of Industry.
Is this seeking an alliance?
Fang Xing said lightly: "Lord Zhou, what is needed for rail manufacturing is craftsmen, skilled craftsmen, so let's do it, Ben Bo will let Zhu Fang give some advice." ” So easy to talk to?
Zhou Yangqing was overjoyed, got up and arched his hand: "Xing Hebo is really selfless, thank you to the lower officials." ” Fang Xing said: "The household department gave money, and my side must be to teach the Baohui, so Master Zhou doesn't need to think about it." ” Zhou Yangqing blinked his eyes and said with a smile: "The lower officials understand, the lower officials understand, Xing Hebo and rest assured, in the future, in the court, the lower officials will have to ask you for advice!"
” This person had officialdom thinking in his head, but Fang Xing was not ready to correct it, so he sent him to the gate.
"Let Zhu Fang go to the Ministry of Industry, but the efficiency of the Ministry of Industry is high, if it is procrastinating, let him come back."
If Fang Xing dared to drag the Ministry of Industry and not send a master, Xia Yuanji would dare to come to Fang's house to block the door.
As for Zhou Yangqing's desire to form an alliance, Fang Xing didn't take it to heart.
So he kept the matter behind him until he heard that Song Li's 'illness' had been cured.
"Song Li didn't know what he used, his face looked yellow, and then said that his family was already fine, but his body was still a little shaky, His Majesty said that he didn't want his courtiers to be tired to death, so he let him go home and continue to raise, and come back when he is ready."
Huang Zhong couldn't help laughing, and Fang Xing couldn't help laughing.
"Song Li is lifting bricks and hitting his own feet, Your Majesty is not a faint king, how can he hide his little means."
Huang Zhong said with a smile: "Uncle, then Song Li didn't want to hide it from His Majesty, but everyone has used such officialdom methods, and there should be a tacit understanding between the monarch and the minister."
Who would have thought that His Majesty would knock him out with a stick?
” Fang Xing felt that Song Li had overestimated his status in Zhu Di's heart, and if Xia Yuanji dared to use such methods, Zhu Di would most likely spray him like a dog.
But for Song Li, Zhu Di just lightly asked him to go home to recuperate.
Treat it differently!
"I don't know if Song Li vomited blood or not......" …… Song Li didn't vomit blood, but the family went to invite Lang Zhong - they didn't invite the imperial doctor.