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    Fangjiazhuang was quiet. After Fang woke up and got off the carriage, he saw Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai standing outside the door, with a bunch of maids and servants behind him.

    Zhang Shuhui smiled lightly and said, "Congratulations, husband, on your triumphant return."

    "Congratulations, young master!"

    After shouting in unison, Fang Xing supported Zhang Shuhui, patted Xiaobai's head, and said, "It's just a competition where the victory is certain, and it's not worthy of such a grand ceremony."

    Zhang Shuhui stood up and said, "Thank you for your hard work, husband. I have already prepared a banquet."

    "Banquet? Okay."

    But when Fang Xing went in, he discovered that Zhu Zhanji had already arrived and was drooling while looking at the bottle of wine on the table.

    "Ahem!"

    Fang Xing took a few steps to grab it and protected the bottle of wine.

    "This is a good old wine. Let's have a glass of it later."

    When Zhu Zhanji saw Fang Xing, he was overjoyed at first, and then said: "Brother Dehua, I am restless today, can this bottle of wine be regarded as a reward?"

    "Dream!"

    The banquet is about to begin. This banquet is called a celebration banquet, so naturally there will be enough drinks.

    After finishing a bottle of good wine, the next step is the rice wine brewed by the owner.

    Zhu Zhanji asked in a low voice: "Brother Dehua, you said that scholars huddle together for their own benefit. I understand this truth, but how can we avoid it?"

    Fang Xing was a little drunk. He first knocked away Liu Pu who wanted to steal the glass of wine in front of him with his chopsticks, and then said: "This is difficult. You have to know that people seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. After the general environment is formed,  , no one can change it.¡±

    "Instead of waiting for them to grow up, it is better to build a cage, a cage that can monitor rights."

    Fang Xing felt that Zhu Zhanji¡¯s idea was a bit outrageous. Corruption, as a trace of human existence, would probably continue until humankind disappears.

    The only way to suppress this thing is to find a way, but don¡¯t think about cutting off the roots.

    "How many people did Emperor Taizu Gao kill back then?"

    Speaking of Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor who was the most ruthless in killing corrupt officials in history, Zhu Zhanji also said with lingering fear: "At that time, people were still peeling off skins and stuffing them with grass as a warning, but they still couldn't stop the greed of those officials."

    "As long as people continue to eat whole grains, they can't stop eating them!"

    Fang Xing came to a conclusion on this matter.

    Zhu Zhanji felt a little melancholy and took a big sip of rice wine that didn't taste very good.

    "Ahem! Brother Dehua, why haven't you gone to the military camp since you came back from Cochin?"

    Fang Xing smiled and said, "It would have been fine with the new recruits in the past, but now the Jubao Mountain Thousand Headquarters has made great achievements, and its combat effectiveness is even more impressive. If I continue to stay there, one day my head will twitch, and I will lead the troops into the city.  Going?"

    Zhu Zhanji was silent, Fang Xing was not Zhu Di's person. If he was allowed to control Qianhu Firearms outside the city, not even Zhu Di, even the people in the Ministry of War and the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion would not be at ease.

    ??Northern Expedition!

    At this time, both of them thought of the Northern Expedition.

    After dinner, I woke up and took Zhu Zhanji to Zhu Gui's place, where he demonstrated the convenience of the flintlock gun on the spot.

    "There is no need for a match rope, and you can start a fire even if the rain is not heavy. It also simplifies many steps and increases the frequency of firing."

    Zhu Zhanji tried to start a fire, and looked at the sparks and said excitedly: "Brother Dehua, this is the same as the fire sickle!"

    Fang Xing smiled and said: "It's a truth, but no one thought of using it on a musket. Moreover, the life of the shrapnel is not long, so it will have to be replaced, otherwise it will break."

    Zhu Zhanji thought of the things Fang Xing taught and blurted out: "Is this a Gewu?"

    Fang Xing nodded and said: "I have taught you physics, and you can also understand it as gewu. But my gewu is different from Confucianism!"

    Since Confucianism has been passed down to this day, the so-called "Gewu" has some flavor of later Xinxue.

    ¡ª¡ªMetaphysical, and with a philosophical face!  It is well-known as: Confucianism and Taoism!

    Zhu Zhanji couldn¡¯t put it down building the exquisite flint device. If it hadn¡¯t been much larger than the fire sickle, he would definitely take one back with him.

    After seeing off Zhu Zhanji, Fang Xing prepared to go with Jia Quan to see Hong Bingzheng in the prison of Yingtian Mansion.

    "I need to know who is behind my back."

    Fang Xing stood outside the prison, watching Jia Quan take out the sign and then give the jailer a small piece of silver. He felt that Zhu Zhanji's ideal of making all officials in the world innocent was a joke.

      "The human heart is the most complicated!"

    Following the jailer into the dark prison, Fang Xing first smelled a stench, like a person who hasn't showered in several years.

    ¡°Yuck!¡±

    After retching for a while, Fang Xing miraculously discovered that the jailer and Jia Quan seemed to be immune to this.

    Jia Quan looked at the numb eyes on both sides and said indifferently: "Mr. Fang, if the people from Jinyiwei couldn't stand the smell, they would have been kicked out long ago."

    There are cells on both sides. Behind the thick wooden railings, seven or eight people are crowded into one, sitting on the straw with disheveled hair.

    And those straws have long lost their original color.

    Walking outside the innermost cell, Fang Xing saw Hong Bingzheng.

    This cell is probably the safest, and there are only four people in it including Hong Bingzheng. It can be called a 'luxury suite'.

    The jailer smiled flatteringly and said, "Jia Baihu, this is where felons stay."

    Jia Quan just sent Hong Bingzheng over at noon, so the jailer knew his identity and had a very good attitude.

    "However, Jia Quan's trip is private, so he must give him the benefits he deserves, otherwise the rules will be broken.

    Rules are more important than anything else, this is the unspoken rule!

    At this time, Hong Bingzheng no longer had the high spirits of the morning, let alone the ¡®righteousness¡¯.  After seeing Fang Xing, he rushed over, holding on to the railing and shouting: "Mr. Fang, we are just fighting over each other. We are both members of the famous sect. Why do you need to kill them all?"

    Fang Xing knelt down and met Hong Bingzheng's eyes. He suddenly smiled and said, "You have the nerve to say it's a dispute of temper right now? But if you succeed in framing me, do you know what I will face?"

    Hong Bingzheng¡¯s lips moved, but he could not refute.

    "If Fang Xing loses this morning, his reputation will be ruined, and the teachers and students of the Imperial College will create public opinion, making it impossible for him to gain a foothold in Aurous Ling, or even in the south.

    And there is another unpredictable factor, that is Zhu Di.

    You dare to lie to my grandson?

    Everyone can imagine what Zhu Di would do in anger.

    The possibility of Fang Xing being killed is very high!

    "If I lose, then you should be full of friends at this moment, changing glasses and teasing me, the defeated general, in a triumphant manner, right?"

    Hong Bingzheng was speechless and could only keep a straight face, trying to maintain his last bit of dignity.

    Fang Xing stood up and said, "I came here today just to know one thing."

    Hong Bingzheng lowered his eyes and said nothing.

    "Who gave you my exercises?"

    After investigating Hong Bingzheng¡¯s background, Fang Xing knew that the theft of the exercises could never be his fault.

    When he was in the Imperial College, Fang Xing just wanted to dampen his arrogance, so he put this matter on his head.

    Hong Bingzheng still didn¡¯t speak. The other three prisoners in the cell huddled together and covered their ears to indicate that we didn¡¯t hear.

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