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There were no traces of torture on Wang Yuan's body, but he was as afraid of the man who tortured him as a tiger.
He was panting as if he had received an amnesty. When Fang woke up, he wanted to shout angrily, but the man glanced at him.
With just one look, Wang Yuan gave up his plan to scold him.
"Say it."
Fang Xing nodded to the man who tortured him, expressed his appreciation, and then began to ask questions.
There is an extra document on the side to record.
As a clerk in Dongchang, you must have the ability to continue working without changing your expression even if you are standing in a pool of blood, otherwise it will be dereliction of duty.
After Wang Yuan finished explaining intermittently, the man nodded apologetically to the other party, and then tortured him again.
Amid the screams, the clerk began to check the names one by one, turning over and over again and asking questions. If there was anything wrong, the screams would immediately rise a few levels.
Half an hour later, the roster was finally checked.
"Could you please help me make a copy for my uncle?"
The clerk looked at Chen Shi, who nodded.
Later, Fang Xing left with the roster, and Chen Shi went to see An Lun.
An Lun looked at the roster, his brows furrowed for a moment and then relaxed with disdain.
"They are all people who form cliques for personal gain. With this roster, they will not be reused in the future."
Chen Shi was not concerned about this. He asked tentatively: "Father-in-law, what is Fang Xing doing with the roster?"
An Lun shook his head and said: "This is not something we should get involved in. Be careful of getting into trouble."
Chen Shi feels that An Lun is too kind today, a bit like Sun Xiang back then.
No one wants a Shangguan to have a bad temper and like to punish his subordinates, so this is good news.
An Lun suddenly waved his hand, and Chen Shi bowed to leave. When he went out, he saw a Fanzi standing outside the door who had disappeared for a long time.
After he left, Fanzi came in and reported: "Father, Yan Chunhui is very low-key and humble in Fuzhou. Everyone speaks well of him."
An Lun rubbed the already cold tea cup and asked: "How strict is the guard?"
Fan Zi felt that An Lun didn¡¯t wake up: What grade of official is Yan Chunhui? Do you dare to say that the security is tight?
And what is he afraid of?
"My father-in-law, Yan Chunhui and his colleagues work in the office, and sometimes they go out to have fun."
After finishing speaking, Anlun did not respond. Fanzi was exhausted physically and mentally from rushing back to the capital from Fuzhou. After standing for a while, he looked up carefully.
An Lun was looking at the teacup in his hand, his slightly drooped eyes filled with melancholy or sadness.
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There is more of a Chinese New Year atmosphere in the capital, and every store without exception has sent its clerks outside to solicit customers.
Fang Xing dismounted and felt the atmosphere. At the same time, he was looking at the dazzling array of products and wondering whether his family would like them.
He saw the dried bamboo shoots in the south, and also saw the various kinds of sugar made from the cane sugar in Jiaozhi in the south, and they were in different shapes. The animal candies were the most popular, and a few adults laughed as they watched their children choosing there.
Fang Xing walked over and took a look, and even smelled the candies.
The shopkeeper praised: "Customers will know they are experts at first sight! This cane sugar has a strong flavor. As long as you know the industry, you don't need to look carefully. You can tell the authenticity by just smelling it. Nowadays, some people use those miscellaneous sugars to pass off as cane sugar. What a bad idea!" "
The children looked at Fang Xing curiously, and then looked at their parents with trusting eyes.
¡°Then it¡¯s awkward.
Although everyone¡¯s life is much better now, if it weren¡¯t for the holidays, no one would come to buy the expensive cane sugar. Their parents haven't even made up their mind yet whether to buy some back.
Fang Xing smiled and said: "There will be more and more in the future, and it will become cheaper and cheaper."
Then he picked some animal-shaped candies and left.
"Is it really going to be cheaper?"
Several parents were asking the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper specializes in the cane sugar business and has a deep understanding of the details, but he doesn¡¯t understand the general trend as well as Fang Xing.
"Yes, sugar cane has been grown in the West. In the future, it will be turned into cane sugar there and sent back by ship. It will definitely be cheaper."
"Western! I heard they are very respectful now."
"Yes, the Ming Navy has just defeated the Thai-Spanish coalition. There is no opponent on the sea. Who dares to be disrespectful!"
"Yes! The water outside the Great Wall has calmed down, and the sea has become stable. It has never happened in the past dynasties.It shows how powerful it is. "
"In the past, those people called Ming Dynasty Mighty, but we just listened. A few days ago, I passed by the military camp and heard the Ming Dynasty Mighty Mighty during the drill. For some reason, I felt my body was getting hot, and I wanted to go inside and join the soldiers. Practice, and then go to the battlefield and shout this sentence."
Seeing the proud faces of several customers, the shopkeeper joked: "I have also gone to sea, to Xiaoliuqiu to see the sugar cane fields. That time I happened to encounter a fleet sailing to the West. Oh my God! That ship was full of pavilions. The entire sea was filled with ships and sails, and nothing else could be seen. At that time, I felt that it was really good to be born in the Ming Dynasty."
"Yes! We will still be Ming people in the next life!"
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Fang Xing was called into the palace carrying the candy.
Zhu Zhanji¡¯s beard was getting longer and longer, which Fang Xing looked a little uncomfortable with.
"Why are you looking at me like this?"
Zhu Zhanji has finished handling political affairs and is enjoying tea.
Although the position of emperor was so tiring that Fang Xing was put off, the enjoyment of some rare resources was enviable.
Fang Xing took a sip of tea. He didn't feel any astringency and his mouth was full of fragrance.
He was wondering if he could get half a kilogram of this kind of tea to go home and drink, so he said casually: "In my impression, you have always had a black face and no beard. Now you have grown so long. I always feel something is wrong."
This is something wrong caused by the status change, and the two of them know it well.
Fang Xing got used to the young grandson who fooled around in Fangjiazhuang, and even the unhappy prince later on.
"Just becoming an emperor, the estrangement caused by the change of status makes people feel sad when they think back to their experiences back then.
Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "Not growing a beard will always make you less dignified. I originally wanted to repair it, but the last time I pulled my beard, I couldn't hold it firmly and fell off. I might as well just grow a beard."
Is there any pressure from state affairs and pressure from ministers in this decision that is almost child's play?
Fang Xing said nothing, thinking about the experience of that young man gradually ascending to this supreme throne.
It¡¯s not easy!
¡°A country is pressed on one person¡¯s shoulders, how much pressure can that be?
Fang Xing felt that he would definitely not be able to bear it, so what about Zhu Zhanji?
Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "Huang Huai has already submitted a memorial, saying that he is almost resting. He is not willing to waste time at home and is preparing to come back. I am thinking about it! Will this person have an afterlife after he passes away? If not, what will happen in this life? Is it worthwhile to be busy like a fly and a dog? If those people think this way, then where do they get the energy to work hard and never rest until they are old? "
This topic is relatively loose, but it was brought up by Zhu Zhanji, so Fang Xing had to think about it.
Where did his emotion come from?
Fang Xing felt that he should have come after seeing the files on the rebellion in the south.
Even if the donated land is taken back, the rebellious gentry can still live a prosperous life.
So what are they doing this for?
"Some people say that those who rebelled are greedy, but I don't think that is entirely true."
Zhu Zhanji said with some sadness: "People are born with ignorance, and gradually grow up, and feel that they can poke a hole in God. It is so satisfying to point out the country and express one's thoughts."
The emperor is tired!
He needs to rest!
Fang Xing was about to speak, but Zhu Zhanji continued: "People begin to grow old gradually. When they have children and grandchildren, and see them being born and growing up like me, Brother Dehua is so confused! I feel that sooner or later I will be with you. Just like those old people with streaks on their faces, just thinking about it makes me feel that there is no place for nostalgia in this world.¡±
Fang Xing felt that he heard the emotion of an emperor who wanted to become a monk.
He knew that Zhu Zhanji had many things and anger that he couldn't tell others and could only keep it to himself.
So he thought he should do something.
"You are tired."
Fang Xing asserted: "When people are tired, they tend to get depressed easily, feeling that everything is hopeless and their eyes are gloomy."
"You have withstood the pressure. Throughout history, there is no emperor stronger than you."
Zhu Zhanji suddenly smiled and said: "Sure enough, you still understand me. Under pressure, I really feel tired." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com