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The three people in the field were sweating profusely, and no one noticed that Fang Xing had taken the old man to the main house.
Fang Xing was thinking as he walked, if the old man wanted to teach his descendants, how much should Shu Xiu accept?
Seeing that the old man still has two followers, he must receive at least a few hundred taels
So do you need to invest in your feelings first?
Thinking of this, Fang Xing saw that the old man had some problems with his legs when he crossed the threshold, so he smiled and said, "Does the old man have rheumatism?"
The old man went in, stamped his feet, and said calmly: "How do you know?"
The two big men were also staring at Fang Xing, and there was a high possibility that they would start filming if they disagreed.
Fang Xing smiled dryly and said, "Someone in my family has suffered from this disease before, so I have some experience."
The one who got sick was none other than Fang Xing¡¯s grandfather in his previous life. When the rheumatism started to attack, he had the desire to kill.
"As soon as this disease occurs, the patient's mood will be moody. It is better to get treatment as soon as possible!"
The old man looked around the front yard, and after seeing that there were no extravagant decorations, he asked: "But all the doctors I've seen said it's incurable, do you understand?"
Of course I understand, I understand too much!
Thinking of the bundles he received every year from now on, Fang Xing said bubblingly in his heart: "This disease cannot be cured by conventional methods. The best thing is to make medicinal wine."
"What medicinal wine? How to brew it?"
The old man became interested upon hearing this and immediately asked.
Fang Xing smiled reservedly at first, pretending to be cool, and then said compassionately: "There are three kinds of snakes that can be soaked in wine, namely the black-shaded snake, the white-flowered snake, and the agape snake. First, starve the snake for a few days, soak it in strong wine and disinfect it, and then Add rehmannia glutinosa and rock sugar and soak them in spirits, and it will take two years."
Seeing the silence on the old man's face, Fang Xing simply wrote down the prescription and said: "The wine must be strong and it must be soaked for two years, otherwise the snake venom will not be removed and it will be harmful to people."
The old man took the paper with the prescription written on it and asked, "You don't want payment?"
Fang Xing was looking forward to it in his heart, but he said righteously: "Why do you say this, old man! Although we are not talented, we understand how to respect the old and love the young."
The old man nodded and glanced at Fang Xing again, "I hope you don't mean what you said."
gone?
He just left like that?
Fang Xing was dumbfounded when he saw the old man running away.
Where are your descendants?
Didn¡¯t you come to me to teach your descendants?
Where is Shu Xiu?
Fang Xing, who felt that he had lost a fortune, saw Ling Dang tearing into a piece of beef and couldn't help but hum: "If I had known better, I should have let you eat field mice."
After finishing their work, Zhu Zhanji and the other three took a shower in the front yard, and then went home.
"Grandpa Huang, what are you looking at?"
When he arrived at Nuan Pavilion, he saw Zhu Di holding a book from a distance and reading it, so Zhu Zhanji asked jokingly.
Zhu Di first looked at his grandson, then stood up and moved his legs.
"Grandpa Huang, why are you reading medical books? But are you in trouble?"
Zhu Zhanji took a look and asked nervously.
Zhu Di did not answer this question, but said: "Shen Nong's Herbal Classic records that snakes can be used as medicine, and snake wine"
"Snake wine? I've seen it before, in Fang Dehua's study"
Zhu Zhanji remembered the large bottle of snake wine he had seen in Fang Xing's study. The poisonous snakes inside looked ferocious and terrifying.
"But Fang Xing doesn't drink this stuff. It's just a decoration, used to scare people.
Zhu Di's body relaxed a little, and his eyes looking at Zhu Zhanji were more loving.
"Zhanji, I'm going to tour the north in February. You can come with me."
Northern patrol?
Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment, and after seeing that Zhu Di's face was not bad, he boldly advised: "Grandpa Huang, my grandson is brave, dare to ask Grandpa Huang to postpone the northern tour."
"Oh! Why?"
Zhu Di did not tolerate the prince's dissent at all, but he accepted Zhu Zhanji's advice fluently.
¡°But this also has something to do with Zhu Zhanji¡¯s ability to look at others and his knowledge of propriety.
"Grandpa Huang, you want to see the construction of the palace and take a look at the civil and military affairs, right?"
Zhu Di stroked his beard and said nothing.
Zhu Zhanji paused for a moment and continued: "Grandpa Huang, my father and I went to see the renovation of Shuntian Mansion a year ago. It can be said that they are conscientious. Also, you are sureWe are preparing to go on another expedition to the north in the next two years, why not join them when the time comes"
When talking about the prince Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Di snorted coldly. When he heard about Bei Zheng, his eyes sharpened instantly.
"Mahamu is bold, and behind his back he resents me for asking Alutai to pay tribute, hum! I think he wants the Tatars from Gansu and Ningxia."
Mahamu is one of the three kings of Wasi, and he is the strongest at this time.
Zhu Zhanji frowned and said: "Grandpa Huang, we must separate these foreigners, otherwise it will be a big trouble for future generations."
Zhu Di laughed and said, "Is this what Fang Dehua taught you?"
When Zhu Zhanji heard the joke in the words, he frowned and said: "Grandpa Huang, throughout the history of our Central Plains, the foreigners have never really been at peace, they just pretended to be grandsons when they were weak."
Zhu Di took some time to look at Zhu Zhanji's angry expression and asked, "What else is there?"
¡°There¡¯s also a left-hand pull and a right-hand hit!¡±
Zhu Zhanji simply poured out his thoughts.
"Waci is currently eyeing the Tatars. Why? It just wants to unify the forces left by the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty. The ultimate goal is still my Ming Dynasty!"
The official who was paying attention to his daily life quickly recorded Zhu Zhanji¡¯s words with his pen filled with flowers.
"The Tatars will eventually be defeated, so when Arutai comes to pay tribute this time, our Ming Dynasty should treat him with dignity and promise to sell weapons and food, butmy Ming Dynasty also lacks these things! The price is naturally Not cheap."
After Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Di with some anxiety, not knowing how his remarks would be evaluated.
Zhu Di looked at the sapphire paperweight on the desk and asked for a long time: "Did you come up with it yourself, or was it Fang Dehua's intention?"
Zhu Zhanji said confidently: "Grandpa Huang, I came up with these all by myself."
Zhu Di nodded, threw the jade paperweight over, and after Zhu Zhanji caught it hurriedly, he said, "I'll reward you."
After Zhu Zhanji left, Zhu Di looked in the direction outside the city, somewhat lost in thought.
"Tell me, did the Emperor Taisun come up with the idea that the Tatars will be defeated?"
Quietly, a guard in imperial robes knelt down to the side. He lowered his head and said, "Your Majesty, I checked the homework of the great grandson of the Emperor, and it mentioned that tile thorn will become a serious problem for the Ming Dynasty. I don't know if it is true or not." His Majesty¡¯s own thoughts.¡±
"Then what did Fang Dehua himself say?"
"Your Majesty, Fang Xing has an extreme hatred for foreign races. Someone once heard him say that all Jurchens deserve to die."
Zhu Di nodded and ordered: "Go and check to see if there is any enmity between the Fang family and the Jurchens."
Jurchen, also known as N¨¹zhen, also known as Ligustrum.
The Jurchens were a down-and-out race at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. They were beaten and ran around the world, and finally sought the protection of the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Di accepted the Jurchens with a broad "mind" and divided them into three parts, including the Jianzhou Jurchens.
Later generations could not help but sigh: The Ming Dynasty benefited those who belonged to the barbarians, and the Jurchens in Jianzhou were the most generous. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com