Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Fang Xing looked at the boxes of silver, and said a little entangled: "Hey! Send it to the inner courtyard and let the lady put it away."

Xin Laoqi hurriedly conducted the lads to carry them, but the knife curiously said: "Master, are you unhappy with so much silver?"

Fang Xing looked at the sky without a single cloud, and muttered: "What I want to see is the moth that represents the friendship between the two countries!"

"So much money?"

The family recently paid a sum of money to subsidize the sale of those two books at a reduced price. Although Zhang Shuhui supported it, it was inevitable that she felt a little heartache.

At this time, seeing a lot of silver, Zhang Shuhui felt as refreshing as it was a long drought in the rain.

"My husband has been working hard recently, and ask Huaniang to have a richer dinner."

When Fang Xing heard this, he was moved by his "tearful eyes", and felt that this lady was finally generous.

After waking up in front of him and doing a big meal, Zhang Shuhui later felt that it was too extravagant, and it did not look like a normal way of eating, so it reduced a lot.

But before eating, Xie Jin came to Fang Xing for something.

"Dehua, some students said that some people have been asking them to copy textbooks these days, and the old man pondered it a bit, and I always feel that this is not right!"

As Xie Jin said, twitching his nose, his eyes turned to Chunsheng who was about to come in with vegetables outside the door.

"The old man seems to smell the crabs. The crab meat in this season is not very yellow. Hey! But if there is a good wine to match, the old man will barely have a meal."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Mr. Xie's food luck is always good. Today, I am Zhuo Jing Kaien, let's have a good meal too."

As Chunsheng continued to serve food, Xie Jin couldn't wait more and more. He urged: "Where is your wife? Hurry up and have dinner!"

As soon as Zhang Shuhui came in, seeing Xie Jin's salivating appearance, she chuckled lightly: "Mr. Xie, you have your favorite prawns tonight. You must eat more."

"I am very sure of that."

Xie Jin and Fang wake up to wash their hands.

Just by the side of the yard, a large aluminum can is placed on a wooden shelf, with a water pipe leading down, and water can be taken by just turning the faucet, which is very convenient.

"Dehua, the students didn't give it, but the old man thinks this is not a common practice. It is easy for others to steal."

Xie Jin washed his hands and said to the side.

Fang Xingyi thought about it and laughed: "Without the teacher’s teaching, it’s useless if they take it away. Besides, it’s Fangxue. At most, they just want to know about it. If anyone wants to study, then I’m eager. a ha ha ha!"

Xie Jin thought about it, and smiled: "It seems that those people are a little panicked and want to know each other. But if you don't have Ma Su often explained in your school, the old man is also confused with the book! Hope those people Let’s learn something like this!"

Fang Xing said casually: "Don't worry about this, let's go eat."

Fang Xing was eating a big meal, but Ji Gang felt as if he had eaten Coptis, and his mouth was bitter.

"can not read?"

In the imprisonment, Lu Zhen held the chemistry book and looked at the symbols, completely confused. He said helplessly: "Master Ji, these symbols are unique to Fang Xue, they seem to be the characters on the side of the big food, don't understand!"

Unlearned guy!

Ji Gang looked at a few good dishes on the table inside, and gritted his teeth, "If the officer finds someone who understands the idioms, you might know one or two?"

Lu Zhen wanted to say that it was okay, but he was afraid of offending Ji Gang, so he had to honestly say: "Master Ji, some of the content here is probably dictated from the heart, and it is impossible to learn without a teacher."

Seeing Ji Gang's gloomy face, Lu Zhen's heart was stunned, and he asked, "Master Ji, is Fang Xing causing trouble again?"

Ji Gang glanced at him and said faintly: "Fine! The officer will think of other ways."

But is there any way to think about it, Ji Gang can't go to find someone to study with great fanfare, so Fang Xing only needs to shout, and his reputation is even stinky.

Back at the Jinyiwei Yamen, Ji Gang summoned a few henchmen to let them take a look.

But it was getting dark. The most of these people knew some conceptual things, and Zhuang Jing was already dozing off.

"It's all gone."

Ji Gang drove away his subordinates discouragedly, and sat alone in the lobby for a long time before writing a letter.

The letter was written to King Zhao. Ji Gang only mentioned recent major events, such as the inside story of the reform of the salt administration and the conflict between Fang Xing's book and the Imperial College.

After writing the letter, Ji Gang was sent to him exhaustedly, and then he sneered: "Fang Xing, you are the culprit of the salt policy change. Those salt merchants are not good, just wait!"

The Fang family has a small population. Except for a family of three, there are family members and subordinates, as well as Jie Jin Huang Zhong and so on.

There are not many people, so the night is quiet and the quality of sleep is good.

Tonight I woke up and drank more, so I took advantage of the alcohol to come to sleep together. At this time, I was entangled in the limbs of the two women and fell asleep deeply.

The knife was on the night tonight, and he was sitting on a big tree in the backyard with a pack of fried chestnuts in his hand. Slowly peel it, sweet and waxy.

It was late autumn, and the night was very cold, and the knife was wrapped in a cotton coat, but I thought it was okay.

The white and miserable moonlight shone on the ground, and it seemed extraordinarily lonely and deserted. If the poet saw such a scene, he would probably write a melancholy poem.

Of course, the knife is not melancholy, but silently eating chestnuts, until there is a dark shadow on the wall...

The black shadow looked carefully at the left and right on the wall, then hung it on the wall with a rope, and slowly slid down.

After seeing no one in the follow-up, the knife put the pack of chestnuts in an abandoned birdhouse, and then slid down the big tree.

The shadow quietly touched the backyard. The knife was in front of him. He didn't even use a throwing knife. Just when the man approached the arch, he fit and rushed over.

"puff!"

The man was thrown heavily on the stone slab, his head collided with the stone slab, making a muffled noise.

Just as he was dizzy and trying to struggle, a knife was already on his neck.

"Don't quarrel with my master to sleep, or cut off your tongue."

The knife **** the man quickly, and was about to send a signal to call another night watchman, but found that the wooden door had been opened.

who is it?

The knife looked down at ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The man **** by him was laughing silently.

"You are late!"

Tune the tiger away from the mountain! And those who came are dead men! Otherwise, he would not be willing to act as a bait.

You must know that if Fang Xing had an accident, the captured culprit would definitely die miserably!

I shouldn't be brave!

The knife raised his head and shouted: "Protect the master!"

The sound spread far and wide in the quiet night, and immediately came the sound of opening the door and shouting in Jiading's accommodation area.

"Uuuuu..."

At this time, outside the master bedroom of the inner courtyard, a black-clothed man was proudly looking at the bell that was thrown out by the net he had thrown out. Then, despite its struggling, he carried a long knife and rushed directly to the door of the master bedroom.

Fang Xing, you will definitely die tonight!