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"Poof!"
Ma Qi was thrown forward by the knife and couldn't help but scream a few times.
Zhu Gaoxu blinked and asked curiously: "Ma Qi, where did your courage come from? You actually want to rebel? Hahahaha!"
¡°It¡¯s unfair, my lord!¡±
Ma Qi raised his head with difficulty, his face covered with blood, "Your Majesty, it was the thief He Jiawei who coerced this slave! I am loyal to Your Majesty. I haven't come in yet because I wanted to give you a message"
Hearing this, even Fang Xing couldn't help but laugh.
There were many people captured at the scene, and as long as a confession was obtained, it would be enough to crucify Ma Qi.
Zhu Gaoxu stepped down the steps in one step, and with a move of his right hand, he whipped out the riding crop.
"Snapped!"
"ah¡¡"
Zhu Gaoxu was whipping his horse, and Mu Sheng, who was relieved of suspicion, came over gratefully.
"Uncle Xinghe, thank you very much. Let's have a drink now that we're done here."
Fang Xing nodded. He wanted to set up a test field in Jiaozhi, and it was always right to have a good relationship with Mu Sheng.
The Mu family has been in Yunnan for many years and has long been deeply rooted. It is not comparable to places like Jiaozhi that have repeatedly rebelled.
Zhu Gaoxu then ordered people to go to Ma Qi's residence to search his property, and then ordered people to write a memorial in preparation for his merits.
"Fang Xing, what to do with those prisoners?"
With more than 10,000 prisoners, eating every day is a big problem.
Most of the grain and grass in Jiaozhi are responsible for the salt merchants brought in by Kai Zhongfa, but it is difficult to turn this corner to feed these captives the grain that they have worked so hard to transport from the Ming Dynasty.
After thinking for a while, Fang Xing said: "Let's open up wasteland and cultivate the land. We should circle the area around and let people guard it."
So Zhu Gaoxu asked someone to write these words on a memorial to ask Zhu Di for instructions.
After dealing with these matters, Huang Fu discussed the matter with Fang Xing.
"Uncle Xinghe, the men in Jiaozhi are lazy. I am afraid that I will force them too hard and will run away!"
Fang Xing smiled and said: "Each team has dozens of people, just sit in a row. Reports will be rewarded. If the whole team can escape from the guards and escape, then we will lose."
Huang Fu frowned and whispered: "Uncle Xinghe, there is something about this matter"
"That's it." Fang Xing said: "Otherwise the army will stay here all year round, and the Ming Dynasty will be overwhelmed!"
Huang Fu sighed: ¡°I don¡¯t know what Jiaozhi will be like in the future!¡±
¡°It will only get better and better!¡±
Fang Xing said firmly: "After the rebellion in the whole territory is eliminated, we should cultivate our health and recuperate, and collect taxes to support the garrison."
"It's difficult!"
Zhu Gaoxu has gone to clean up Ma Qi's wealth, and Mu Sheng has gone to clean up He Jiawei's influence in his camp.
"Xinghebo, let's have a drink."
The past two days have been too ups and downs for Huang Fu. First, the city was almost destroyed, and then Ma Qi, his old enemy for many years, actually wanted to rebel.
The intertwining of these things gave Huang Fusheng the idea of ??getting drunk.
When we arrived at Huang Fu¡¯s place at the back, the chef was frightened and fell ill, so no one prepared any food to go with the wine.
Huang Fu said awkwardly: "I know how to scramble eggs."
Fang Xing said with toothache: "Then I'll do it."
In the kitchen, when Huang Fu saw Fang Xing's skillful movements, he felt a little mixed in his heart.
The dignified Xinghebo is so skilled in the kitchen, he must cook from time to time at home.
But nowadays, let alone a close relative like Fang Xing, it is difficult to find even among scholars who can cook.
Fang Xing took away the meat slices, made a hodgepodge, and lived together.
The two of them sat down in the side room. Huang Fu touched the gauze around his neck and laughed at himself: "I always treat the people of Cochin as similar to the people of the Ming Dynasty, but I didn't expect"
Here, the two of them were much more casual and toasted to each other.
Fang Xing took a sip of wine and said with a smile: "People's hearts are currently unstable. After all, the Central Plains have been far away from Jiaozhi for hundreds of years. People's hearts cannot be gathered so quickly. It takes time. They need to make them feel better than before. Only in this way can we slow down." Slowly eliminate barriers.¡±
Huang Fu raised his glass again with approval and said: "Uncle Xing He is indeed a great talent in our Confucian school. He is capable of both literary and military skills. I am ashamed of myself!"
Fang Xing¡¯s smile faltered and he sighed: ¡°Don¡¯t you know, Mr. Huang? Fang is no longer a Confucian.¡±
Huang Fu wanted to bring out this, so he asked: "Why is this so? Uncle Xinghe, is it exclusion?"In Huang Fu¡¯s view, Confucian students should not set up their own school. Fang Xing¡¯s behavior has not been seen in many years.
Fang Xing picked up a piece of tofu filled with meat juice, slowly feeling his taste buds exploding, and then took another sip of wine to serve it.
"Master Huang, this is not a dispute of temper. Fang does not want his knowledge to be described as miscellaneous knowledge, and he will be inferior to others from now on."
Huang Fu nodded in understanding, no one would like this kind of thing.
If you were someone with a bad temper, you might find someone to fight for!
Knowledge is like your own child, whoever dares to touch it will be unlucky.
Fang Xing picked up another piece of bison meat and ate it with squinted eyes, "Fang and them have had many conflicts. Let me repeat it again. This is not a battle of wills, this is a battle of orthodoxy!"
You want to suppress me? Haha, even if you have a large number of people, I will not be soft when it comes to poaching. Time will prove who is the fool!
Huang Fu drank his glass of wine regretfully. He felt that talents like Fang Xing could become a model of Confucianism in the future, but now it seems that regardless of the model, everyone has become an enemy.
Huang Fu was already exhausted physically and mentally, and when Fang Xing confirmed what Shen Hao said that day, he was in a bad mood and fell drunk within a few moments.
Fang Xing asked someone to help Huang Fu away, but he stood there blankly for a long time before returning to the camp.
Seeing that Fang Xing looked a little depressed, Xin Laoqi called Xiaodao to go out quickly. According to custom, Fang Xing liked to be alone at this time.
"Lao Qi, please tell the night watchman not to come in tonight."
"Yes, sir."
If Xin Laoqi came in at this time, he would definitely think that Fang Xing just now was a ghost.
After reappearing, Fang Xing's spirit had become much better. He was holding a book, lying on the simple wooden bed, and read with relish.
After a night of silence, Fang woke up and found Huang Fu again the next morning.
Huang Fu¡¯s spirit looked a little sluggish, he forced a smile and cupped his hands.
"Master Huang, Fang feels that Jiaozhi's culture and education are still not good enough!"
Fang Xing's energetic appearance made Huang Fu secretly sigh at his age, and then asked: "After years of war, there is no stable place for teaching in Jiaozhi, and the only better place is in Jiaozhou Prefecture."
Fang Xing chuckled and said: "That is the responsibility of the Ministry of Rites. Those people have been shouting about Confucius saying Chengren and Mencius saying righteousness all day long, but they shrank when they heard that they were coming to Jiaozhi. They are indeed invincible!"
"Master Huang, this matter can be big or small. It is related to the long-term peace and stability of Jiaozhi. Fang is preparing a memorial. What do you think?"
This is the first time Huang Fu has heard that Fang Xing is trying to trick people. He is sure that Fang Xing has a grudge against Lu Zhen, the Minister of Rites, otherwise how could he take out the Ministry of Rites alone!
As long as Zhu Di allows this, then Lu Zhen of the Ministry of Rites will have to sit on the throne.
??????????????But no one wants to go.
If you want to force recruitment by name, haha! Some people suspected that Lu Zhen would be stabbed behind his back.
Why! Lu Shangshu, please take it more seriously!
Huang Fu couldn't refuse in this matter, so he simply agreed to jointly submit a memorial with Fang Xing.
This person is really upright and willing to take the risk of offending Lu Zhen.
Fang Xing sincerely raised his hands to Huang Fu and said, "Sir Huang, I just took the liberty to test, so this memorial is hereby dismissed."
Huang Fu said in surprise: "But Jiaozhi really needs education!"
Fang Xing smiled and said: "The memorial was sent away with His Highness the King of Han yesterday. I believe there will be a reply from Jinling soon."
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