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The person spraying Huangfu is an old man in his forties or fifties, with gray hair and a resolute expression. There is a young man in his teens beside him, who is persuading him.
"Master Huang, those women are all wearing clothes with their feet exposed. Is this still immoral?"
The old man was not afraid of Huang Fu's identity and continued to shout: "Look at those who are evil, look at those people, they are so evil-minded, they are insulting to gentleness!"
The immigrants were already drinking broth and eating steamed buns, but they were all looking toward the city gate, because there were more than a hundred young women there.
Fang Xing waved his hand, and the women walked up to the more than a hundred Confucian scholars holding wild flowers and presented flowers one to one.
"A friend has come from afar, welcome"
After several days of training, these women were able to say these welcome words smoothly, and their smiles were also perfect.
Fang Xing saw that most of the Confucian scholars were blushing and standing there dumbfounded after taking the flowers.
"How dignified it is! How dignified it is!"
When the old man saw this scene, he went to the city angrily. The young man quickly supported him and persuaded him: "Father, all the adults are here!"
But the old man didn't care and went into the city, giving Huang Fu a big shame.
Wen Shengzhai smiled bitterly and said: "That is Mr. Panshi, who claims to teach without distinction. Hearing that the Ministry of Rites recruited a professor to Jiaozhi, he not only came by himself, but also brought his young son."
Mr. Panshi¡¯s name is Li Zhengyang. He has devoted his life to spreading Confucianism and opened a school in his hometown. Anyone who is willing to learn can come.
And his youngest son Li Chun was only fourteen years old, so he was brought to Jiaozhi by his father to contribute.
"interesting."
Fang Xing hates hypocrites like that, but he can¡¯t hate idiots like Li Zhengyang.
After the Confucian scholars and immigrants had lunch outside the city gate, Fang Xing appeared.
"Everyone has worked hard to come from afar. Master Huang has already prepared a residence, just waiting for you to move in."
Those immigrants are okay, most of them are looking forward to the future life.
But the Confucian scholars listened expressionlessly to what Fang Xing, a traitor to Confucianism, was saying.
"Everyone has come from afar, and their families are not here, but the women in Jiaozhi have long admired my Ming Dynasty"
Fang Xing paused for a moment and saw that most of the people raised their heads, then he smiled and said: "Jiaozhi has been at war for many years, and there are very few men. But can we watch those women live alone?"
"cannot!"
A big black man among the immigrants shouted with a red face, and then hid in timidly.
Fang Xing laughed in shock. Just when everyone thought he wanted to blame the big black man, he nodded in agreement: "Yes, as men of the Ming Dynasty, we definitely can't!"
Seeing that Fang Xing was so friendly, someone among the immigrants asked: "Uncle, when will we divide our wives? That's what we were thinking about."
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The immigrants all burst into laughter, and the embarrassment just now was driven away by laughter.
"Sending it right away!"
Of course Fang Xing would not be vague. He and Huang Fu had discussed this point, which was to use these Jiaozhi wives to tie up the immigrants.
As for the Confucian scholars who are pretending to be gentlemen, Fang Xing believes that it won't take long before they will naturally change.
"good!"
When they heard that a daughter-in-law was about to be born, the immigrants who were tired along the way hurriedly carried their own baggage.
"There is one."
Fang Xing warned: "Don't hit women casually. If someone wants to be a lazy man and beats his wife all day long when he has nothing to do, then he is not needed here in Jiaozhi. He can go back to where he came from. Future immigrants will not consider such things. people."
"Whoever hits his wife is hitting Fang Xing in the face. He vowed to protect the rights of Jiaozhi women. To this day, at least in Jiaozhou Prefecture, the results have been seen.
There are more than 300 people working in the sugar cane fields, and they only need to pay half the wages.
Not only did Xiao Niang become the patron saint in the eyes of women in Jiaozhi, but Xing Hebo's name also resounded throughout the land.
¡ª¡ªThe dearest relative who understands women¡¯s hearts best!
These immigrants will be arranged in prepared villages, and the houses will be ready-made wooden houses, and even pots, pans, seeds and other items will be ready.
Everything is ready except for a wife.
By the time these men were cleaned up and came out, there were already thousands more women outside the city.
Tall, short, fat and thin, black and white, even if the appearance is mediocre?, but it still makes these guys salivate.
"Let's draw lots."
Fang Xing nodded, and someone immediately gave each of these women a piece of paper with a number written on it.
Then dozens of baskets filled with paper balls were brought over.
"Draw lots yourself, and whoever you catch will be the winner. Live a good life in the future and strive to hold your own child as soon as possible!"
Huang Fu looked at these men with relief: This is the existence of the Ming Dynasty in Jiaozhi!
When the population continues to multiply in the future, the people of Cochin will no longer miss their homeland, and the Ming Dynasty's rule here will be as stable as Mount Tai.
Huang Fu turned around and saw that Fang Xing had slipped away, so he couldn't help but cursed: "You lazy boy, leave all the troubles behind to me."
Fang Xing went to look for Mr. Panshi, who vowed to devote his life to Confucianism, but he couldn't find it. Finally, a Jiaozhi woman told him where the old man was.
Mochou Inn, this is an inn run by Han people.
And the origin of the name is also the boss¡¯s daughter Mochou.
The boss, Hu Die, was a native of Jinling who fell into poverty in his early years. In the end, he became cruel and followed the army to Jiaozhi.
Mochou Inn is not a big one in Dongguan City, and its business can only support Hu Die and his daughter.
"Dad, a guest is coming."
Fifteen-year-old Mochou is at the age where she can't sit still. She combed her hair with two hairdos, and shouted with joy on her small face.
"I know, don't worry, please pour tea for the guests first."
Hu Die¡¯s voice came from upstairs. He was arranging accommodation for Li Zhengyang and his son.
Fang Xing watched with interest as Mochou poured the tea. The tea leaves were not good and the tea cup was not good either.
There are calluses on the girl¡¯s hands, it seems she works a lot.
Mochou poured the tea, her nose wrinkled slightly as she smiled, looking extremely cute.
"Are the guests staying here?"
"No, I'm just looking for someone."
Hearing Fang Xing¡¯s words, Mo Chou¡¯s little face suddenly became a little melancholy. Fang Xing looked at the simple lobby and asked, ¡°Is there any food?¡±
"Yes!"
That little face immediately brightened up, and Fang Xing felt like an orchid, exceptionally pure.
¡°Then let¡¯s cook some good dishes.¡±
Seeing this smiling face, Fang Xing felt inexplicably better, and nodded to Xin Laoqi.
Seeing Xin Laoqi go out, Mochou said a little disappointed: "There are chickens, fish, and pork. What do the guests want?"
Xin Laoqi is tall and can be eaten at first glance. With him here, he can at least make more money.
"Everything is necessary."
Fang Xingxing pointed upstairs, and the knife went up quietly.
"Do you really want it?" Mochou looked at Fang Xing's wallet, worried that Fang Xing would have no money to pay the bill.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A cute little girl was pretending to be an adult, which made Fang Xing laugh, and then there were rapid footsteps upstairs.
"Mo Chou, who is here?"
Hu Die was worried that his daughter would be bullied, so he ignored Li Zhengyang and ran down in a hurry.
Fang Xing nodded slightly to Hu Die, and then asked: "Your name is Mochou? Are you Mochou from Mochou Lake?"
Mochou said happily: "Yes, my family is from Jinling. Later, my father and I went to Jiaozhi to open an inn."
Hu Die runs an inn, so he naturally has good taste. Although Fang Xing is dressed in ordinary clothes, he has a long knife at his waist and has a calm demeanor. At first glance, he is not an ordinary person. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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