The construction site is never a good place, whether it is the sergeant who oversees the work, or the foreman, there are often some black thoughts brewing in it.
Humanity is immortal, and corruption is not endless.
Interests are like magnets, which can make people can't help but lean in.
Fang Xing and Cao Fei stood on a hill made of excavated soil, looking at the construction site not far away and silent.
Cao Fei's expression was solemn, how could he still have yesterday's obscene appearance.
He watched a large cart pulling the excavated soil towards this side, and said, "It's all hard. ” These words are clueless, Fang Xing doesn't speculate, "Those people must not dare to speak for Brother Yu, it is impossible to replace them, but they are unwilling, worried that the future prince will be the same as His Majesty now, and even more distinct." ” At this moment a carriage stopped, and the horse pulling the carriage kept kicking and hitting the ground, but refused to go.
The coachman was furious, and they all counted the money according to the number of carts, and when the horse struck, he would come in vain.
"What is the use of forcing the head of the cow to press its head if it doesn't drink water!"
Fang Xing saw that the coachman was whipping the horse, so he shook his head and said: "At this moment, the court is like this horse that refuses to go, whipping is naturally one of the means, but it is more about exchanging benefits. ” Cao Fei said with some surprise: "Does Your Majesty still have to give them benefits?"
For example, the tax exemption of the gentry was re-approved. ” Fang Xing shook his head: "It is inevitable that the eldest prince will become the crown prince, and His Majesty has been dragging it out, just to keep his grape trellis."
The other is to buffer, you must wait for the field to be cleared before you can canonize, otherwise it will be chaotic. ” Others didn't dare to listen to this, but Cao Fei, as an old man in the palace, was fearless.
He smiled: "When our family came out, the atmosphere in the palace was not very good. ” "That's for sure."
Fang Xing didn't feel that Sun had any room to fight back, and she didn't even dare to turn her face with Zhu Zhanji.
Cao Fei stomped his feet, probably thinking of something funny, so he smiled: "Your Majesty first threw out the idea of establishing a prince, and then sat down to watch the turmoil below, the only thing to worry about at present is in the palace, fortunately, the queen is very calm, every day is the same." ” "She is the queen, and the corn is the eldest son, what is she afraid of?"
The queen has gradually become more calm over the years, at least she will not be at a loss at every turn as before.
"Mrs.
Zun has entered the palace several times, and it is said that she has a very happy conversation with the queen."
"Xinghebo, three generations, one more generation, is four generations of old ministers."
Four generations instead of four dynasties, Cao Fei's sense of proportion is amazingly good.
Fang Xing was looking at the parked car.
After a few lashes, the coachman was reluctant to do so, just pushing and scolding.
Then an old man came, and he went over and touched the horse's head and looked into its eyes.
Then squat down and lift the horse's hooves with your hands.
The horse was very well-behaved at his mercy.
The old man looked at the horse's hooves, then found something, and pulled it off.
The coachman thanked him for his kindness, and the old man frowned and said a few words to him, probably not to be anxious about doing things, but to find a reason or something.
After the old man left, the coachman ran to find the foreman, which should mean to ask for leave.
When he returned, he unloaded a cart of dirt and even a cart.
The coachman pulled the cart, and the horse followed, rubbing his head against his master from time to time, and from time to time the coachman reached out and touched his head.
"This is mutual understanding, but the gentry and officials have less understanding of Your Majesty and state affairs, and only remember their own interests."
There were just the two of them here, so Fang Xing spoke boldly.
"What kind of bullshit Taoism, the so-called Taoism is the guy thing they eat, they are not maintaining the Taoism, but maintaining their own iron rice bowl!"
"See you in Xinghe!"
Cao Fei leaned over and picked up a piece of soil, broke it with his hand, and scattered it.
"No matter what kind of Taoism our family has, we only know that once the eldest prince goes up, I am afraid that the situation in the court will be tense again, and the source of all this is your Xinghebo."
Fang Xing nodded slightly.
"Those people are afraid that you will be the future prince's teacher, but the concubine is not afraid, she just doesn't have this opportunity."
Cao Fei seemed to be an old man trusted by Zhu Zhanji, so even the Sun family in the palace dared to take it out and ridicule him.
"If you Xing and Uncle become the prince's teacher, the Confucian people will have to worry about their jobs, and the prince's situation will be very difficult at that time."
"So what?"
Fang Xing's attitude was very firm, "I have taught the crown prince!"
” "You have taught the prince, but who will trouble you to clear it up?"
Cao Fei said with a headache: "Our family knows in the palace that those people are staring at the position of the prince's teacher, but Your Majesty has already decided on your Xing and Uncle, but no, headache!"
” "Smooth sailing is not innovation!"
Fang Xing shook his hand slightly, as if he was going to shake off something, and then strode down the small dirt bag.
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Cao Fei watched him go down, and when he saw Jin Youzi and others coming in the distance, he smiled and said: "You guys are in the same bed and have different dreams, and you don't know it!"
” Since the weather has not warmed up, and the soil below is still frozen, in order to stabilize the foundation, Fang Xing and Jin Youzi discussed it and decided to stop rolling the whole section and only dig the earth.
As a result, the progress of the project was greatly accelerated.
As long as it doesn't stop working, it's a happy day for the people, and as for other things, at most it's gossip when they're bored.
"I heard that the crown prince is going to be established."
"It's a good thing, they say that this is the foundation of the country, and if you establish the Ming Dynasty, you will be stable."
"But those people who read are panicking!
It is not good to say that this country is not good. ” ", I heard that the eldest prince is only a few years old, what's good?"
"They were worried that Xing Hebo would become the prince's teacher." …… Fang Xing is still the same, checking on the construction site every day, as if he really came to Shandong to supervise the work.
But to build a road, Fang Xing and Jin Youzi were actually used, plus Yan Dajian came to supervise the work, and this pomp was a bit bigger.
So Jin Youzi went everywhere to inspect, and everywhere he went, he would inevitably gather the local gentry to speak.
"Be brave and diligent, don't read dead books!"
In the government office of Dongchang Mansion, black people stood in the open space in front of the lobby.
The prefect and his officials stood in front, followed by well-known local gentry.
Jin Youzi's white beard fluttered with the rhythm of his speech, hard like a frozen brush.
"Reading is the first, and the second is the article, but the article is not rigid."
Jin Youzi clenched his left hand, palms up, and then slowly popped out his thumb and said: "The article is first and foremost the topic, don't do anything about the wind and snow, don't do anything about the mountains and rivers, what you want is the country and the people." ” His gaze is sharp and his voice is powerful.
"The words of the saint should be kept in mind, and you must think about the national economy and the people's livelihood, and don't pull any big principles of being a human being, that's bullshit!"
Belch!
There was an uproar below, and the gentry were wondering if the old man above was a fake Jin Youzi.
But Jin Youzi said very firmly: "The old man wrote a letter back to Beijing when he turned around, to remind all colleagues, to remind Your Majesty, the future trial should be close to the national economy and people's livelihood, to teach students to master current affairs, if you don't understand, then go home, and teach some children to read and write to make a living in the future, or go to farming yourself!"
” There was another commotion below, and the prefect turned around and said in a deep voice: "Quiet." ” This is that the county officials are not as good as the current management.
Jin Youzi's dignified Zaifu was noisy, but the prefect, who was much smaller than his power and official position, just glanced at the gentry, and the scene was quiet.
Jin Youzi was sad in his heart, and the idea of transforming Confucianism was born last night, and it dissipated almost instantly.