Chapter 1231 Flowers and Trees, Stars Like Rain, Nothing Like a Smile

When Fang Xing stepped on the ladder, he almost slipped on the first step. Angrily, he rubbed his foot on the ladder vigorously, scraping off a piece of fat.

"Fuck! Who is so rich? They don't even eat fat."

Fang Xing climbed up the wall angrily, looked at the Zhao Wang Mansion 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 climbed down calmly.

The three of them walked through the dark night, not afraid of a lantern occasionally, because the knife in front of them had already 'seeed through' all of this, and specially picked places where there were no people.

Prince Zhao's mansion was so big that Fang Xing wished he could burn it down.

The original residence of Xie Chen's family has long been exposed. It is in a small independent courtyard in the south of Zhao Wang's mansion. The environment is quiet, which shows that Zhu Gaosui really values ​​Xie Chen.

The three of them went all the way to the outside of the yard, but found that the door was open, and with the help of the skylight, they could see that the yard was full of sundries.

Is this Zhu Gaosui venting his anger or the people from Dongchang?

After entering, Fang Xing took out a flashlight covered with a thin cloth, and the three of them searched among the boxes in the yard without entering the room.

When he was looking for it, footsteps came from outside, Xiaodao's eyes lit up, and he went out.

Fang Wu hurried to catch up, first put his hand across his neck, and then shook his head.

Xiaodao nodded regretfully, then put away the flying knife.

Fang Xing didn't care about this, he rummaged through several wooden boxes.

Four Books and Five Classics, throw them away!

Past articles, throw them away!

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, throw them 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 paints himself in a gentle and elegant manner, which seems to be a little thinner.

His wife looked very kind, while Xie Miao looked a little mischievous, Xie Chen painted very vividly.

Then came Xie Yuqing.

Oval face, with a smile on the corner of the mouth, wearing a thin skirt, holding a fluttering fan in his hand and fluttering butterflies...

This is a naive and lively girl!

"puff!"

There was a slight sound from outside, Fang Xing put all these paintings into his arms, then stood up and pointed at the outside.

...

"Mom, Dad hasn't come back yet!"

Potato looked anxiously at the stewed meat and pancakes on the plate in front of him but refused to eat them, and shook Zhang Shuhui's arm.

Seeing Ping An looking at the lantern, Zhang Shuhui said, "Be good, Tudou, your father will be back soon. Why don't you eat first."

Tudou shook his head and said, "No, I want to eat together when Dad comes back."

Xiao Bai looked at the direction Fang Xing had gone before and said, "The young master has been gone for a long time, did he get separated?"

"father!"

At this moment, Ping An suddenly pointed forward and shouted.

Xiao Bai looked along, then smiled and said: "Ping An's eyes are really sharp, it really is the young master who is back."

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Tudou also yelled, and Fang Xing walked over quickly, smiling all over his face.

Under the light, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai were full of smiles, and the two children cheered excitedly. Because Wanwan couldn't follow, she pouted beside her...

What flowers and trees, what stars like rain, what fish and dragon dance...

Nothing compares to these smiles.

And in Zhao Wang's mansion, that familiar smell reappeared.

"The fox fairy is here, run away! Ugh..."

...

As soon as the new year was over, the Ministry of War and the Governor's Office of the Five Armies jointly issued a letter, asking the local guards to select students and send them to Peiping for assessment.

And Fang Xing is still living in the Fangjiazhuang, which means that the house will last forever.

Song Li, Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry, was still ill. He knew that even if the Ministry of Industry obtained the method of making the track and carriage, it would not be able to produce anything for a while.

If you can't figure it out, then you are incompetent.

I, Song Li, must be capable, so everything... hey! It's all because of Chen's broken body!

And Zhou Yangqing, the left servant of the Ministry of Industry, was pushed forward in this way.

As soon as the new year is over, the voices of mines and docks all over the world for railroad tracks almost resound through the sky.

Above the court hall, the few scholars had no choice but to watch Zhu Di squirt, and then Zhou Yangqing confessed his crimes profusely.

As soon as he left the palace, Zhou Yangqing ran to Fangjiazhuang without hesitation.

When Fang Xing heard the news of Zhou Qingyang's visit, he couldn't help being stunned.

"Isn't this man the most dissatisfied with science?"

When they met each other, seeing Zhou Qingyang's smile, Fang Xing smiled.

What kind of orthodoxy disputes are scumbags in the face of reality!

The two exchanged a few pleasantries, and seeing Fang Xing's presence, Zhou Yangqing accepted his old fox tricks,

"Xing Hebo, the mines and wharfs all over the place are frantically asking for rails and carriages. Let me tell you the truth. The Ministry of Industry has adopted the production method, but they can't supply them in large quantities within half a year."

Fang Xing didn't respond.

Zhou Yangqing smiled wryly: "Uncle Xinghe, the promotion of railway tracks is beneficial to you. To be honest, it is also beneficial to lower officials. We will benefit from cooperation, okay?"

These words almost exposed the conflict between him and Song Li, and he was ambitious, aiming at the position of Minister of the Ministry of Industry.

Is this seeking an alliance?

Fang Xing said indifferently: "Master Zhou, what is needed to make rails are craftsmen, skilled craftsmen, how about this, benbo asked Zhu Fang to give some pointers."

So easy to talk to?

Zhou Yangqing was overjoyed, stood up and cupped his hands and said: "Uncle Xinghe is really selfless, I thank you very much."

Fang Xing said: "The Ministry of Households has given me the money, so my side must be responsible for the education and training, Master Zhou doesn't need to think about it."

Zhou Yangqing blinked, laughed and said, "I understand, I understand, don't worry, Uncle Xinghe, in the future, I will ask you for advice!"

This person was full of official thoughts, but Fang Xing didn't intend to correct him, so he sent him to the gate.

"Let Zhu Fang go to the Ministry of Industry, but the efficiency of the Ministry of Industry must be 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 seriously.

So he put this matter behind him until he heard that Song Li's 'illness' was cured.

"Song Li didn't know what he used. His face looked yellow, and he said that his home was ready, but his body was still shaking. His Majesty said that he didn't want his subjects to be exhausted, so he let him go home and continue. Keep it up, come back when you are done."

Huang Zhong was holding back a laugh, but Fang Xing couldn't help laughing anymore.

"Song Li is shooting himself in the foot with a brick. Your Majesty is not a faint king. How can he hide it with his little tricks."

Huang Zhong said with a smile: "Uncle, Song Li probably didn't want to hide it from His Majesty, but everyone has used such official means, and there should be a tacit understanding between the monarch and his ministers. Who would have thought that His Majesty would kill him with a stick?" Got dizzy."

Fang Xing felt that Song Li had overestimated his status in Zhu Di's heart, if Xia Yuanji dared to use such means, Zhu Di would probably call him a dog.

But for Song Li, Zhu Di just let him go home to recuperate.

Treat them differently!

"I don't know if Song Li vomited blood..."

...

Song Li didn't vomit blood, but the family went to invite a doctor—not an imperial doctor.

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