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Chapter 2 I am a prodigal son

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    Under Xiao Xiangxiang¡¯s service, Fang Jifan rinsed his mouth. Just after breakfast, the famous doctor came.

    The doctor's face was glowing with color. He heard that the young master's brain disease was getting better and better, and everyone in the house called him a miracle doctor. Although he was humble in words, he was happy in his heart.

    As usual, he carried the medicine box on his back and came to greet Fang Jifan with a smile: "I've seen Mr. Fang. He looks much better. Please feel the pulse of Mr. Fang first."

    Fang Jifan was somewhat instinctively afraid of this doctor. After a second thought, he looked at him with his nostrils raised to the sky, crossed his legs and said, "I'm already well. Why don't you check your pulse? You old dog, get out of here."

    "Hahahaha" The doctor laughed dryly. As a doctor, it was indeed insulting to be called an old dog. But even though it was a little unpleasant, the doctor still showed a happy smile and sighed.  He said: "Yes, the young master's illness is indeed cured. The old man is very very"

    "Get out!" Fang Jifan finally understood his way of survival. The more arrogant and domineering he was, the happier and more gratified others were. This is really a god-like world.

    "Okay, okay." The doctor was not annoyed at all, but turned around and told Deng Jian: "If the young master shows signs of illness again, you must report it in time. Young Master I say goodbye, I say goodbye."

    Seeing that the doctor left happily, Fang Jifan breathed a sigh of relief.

    Having just escaped a disaster, Fang Jifan feels empty and lonely again. Will he have to pretend to be a scumbag for the rest of his life?

    No, it¡¯s not interesting to live like this. You have to do something big, but right now

    Fang Jifan stood up and said: "Little Deng Deng"

    "Xiao Deng Deng" is Deng Jian's exclusive name, but obviously Deng Jian was not happy that Fang Jifan called him that, so he responded with a grimace: "What are your orders, young master?"

    Fang Jifan said with a smile: "Let's go and walk around the house with this young master."

    "Okay." Deng Jian hurriedly went to get a Xiangfei fan and a naughty sachet, and said as if he was taking credit: "Young master likes to take this with him when he goes out"

    Fang Jifan had a dark look on his face. Does the owner of this body still have such fun?  He smiled, and skillfully asked Xiao Xiangxiang to tie the sachet around his waist. He played with the Xiang Fei fan in his hand, closing and closing it. There was actually a poem on the fan. Fang Jifan glanced at it and saw that it was written on the fan:  'I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes; I advise you to cherish your youth.  Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don¡¯t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left.  ¡¯

    The artistic conception of this poem is good, but Fang Jifan knew that the owner of the fan had a malicious understanding of the poem, and he couldn't help scolding him, "Bah, you are a scumbag."

    Although I feel contempt in my heart, I still have to live my life.

    Cheering up, he followed Deng Jian out of the bedroom. At this time, he really saw Nanhe's residence, and Fang Jifan couldn't help but be speechless.

    This mansion occupies a huge area, at least fifty acres, with row upon row of roofs, three entrances and three exits, dozens of rooms in the main hall, front hall, backyard, wing room, and woodshed. Fang Jifan was very satisfied and subconsciously  She was shaking the Xiang Fei fan. The only flaw was that this house was a bit old, at least a hundred years old, and it looked very mottled.

    He couldn't help but said: "This house should be repaired."

    "Repairrepair the house" Deng Jian exclaimed in surprise.

    Fang Jifan slapped him on the head: "It's like a dog. The reason why the young master got sick must be because this house is too old and needs to be renovated. Do you understand?"

    Deng Jian showed a smile again and said: "The young master is right. The young master is saying that the house is full of yin? I understand, I understand, but it costs a lot of money to repair the house."

    Fang Jifan raised his eyebrows and said, "Tangtang Nanhe's house is still short of money?"

    "No!" Deng Jian's answer made Fang Jifan a little confused: "The young master usually doesn't do anything. The manor in the suburbs of Beijing has thousands of acres of fertile land, but after all, what is grown is food. Although the uncle has a salary and rewards,  , but the actual silver is not much, they are all treasures of our Ming Dynasty."

    "Bao banknotes Fang Jifan understands. These are the unique banknotes of the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, the court printed too many banknotes, and they are not worth much."

    He suddenly remembered that the economic characteristics of this era were like this. Although the value of land was high, most wealthy households rented it to farmers for farming. Of course, the harvest was grain, and this grain was also used in barns.  Although it is accumulated and exchanged for money, Uncle Nanhe's Mansion is such a big business and has a lot of expenses. Naturally, don't expect much cash on the books.

    " Pretending to be crazy and acting stupid like this is not the answer. You have to be independent. Only when people are independent, for example, if they have money, will they not be controlled by others and get caught and stabbed at every turn.

    What¡¯s more, I really want to be a loser for the rest of my life.Family son?

    No!  Fang Jifan felt that he was also a top student in his previous life. He was a good young man who needed to be self-reliant and strong.

    But what should I do if I don¡¯t have money?

    Fang Jifan narrowed his eyes and suddenly became excited.

    There is a way to make money!

    It is March 17, the eleventh year of Hongzhi.

    Half a month later, Fang Jifan vaguely remembered that there was a record in the local chronicles of Tongzhou, saying that dozens of ships carrying ebony were sunk in Beitongzhou. In addition, ebony was increasingly respected by the nobles during the Hongzhi period. Therefore, ebony  The price continued to rise, and Fang Jifan remembered that the price of ebony had soared to unprecedented heights.

    This ebony is hard to come by, and general shipping involves loading large quantities of ebony together. Once these dozens of ships sink, it means that there will be an extreme shortage of ebony on the market in the future.

    Fang Jifan¡¯s eyes lit up, and an idea came to his mind to stock up on ebony.

    But what about the silver Even before the price doubled, the price of this ebony was scary. He squinted and said, "How much silver is left in the house's account?"

    Deng Jian shuddered and looked at Fang Jifan in panic: "There shouldn't be much left, at most it's only a few hundred taels of cash. YoungMaster, youyou want to"

    When Fang Jifan heard about a few hundred taels, he was discouraged, but soon he had another thought. There was no money, but the Fang family had land. If

    He changed his mind, no, no, sell the land I am familiar with history. The thinking of ancient people is different from that of modern people.  In the eyes of the ancients, selling land was an activity that could only be done by the poor and prodigal.

    Hey Prodigal son

    Aren¡¯t I just a textbook prodigal?  Is there anyone in Beijing who is more prodigal than our successor?

    Fang Jifan¡¯s eyes lit up and he shouted: ¡°Call the steward and the accountant!¡±

    The power of the young master of the Fang family is still very strong. In a moment, Manager Yang and Accountant Liu from the mansion came. They were panting and looking at Fang Jifan with their eyes rolling.

    Fang Jifan crossed his legs. Although he was sitting, the two people in front of him did not dare to be taller than Fang Jifan, so he bowed. This made Fang Jifan appear taller than them when he was sitting with his legs crossed, looking down at them.  It still feels a bit like a young master.

    Fang Jifan asked: "How much land is there in the mansion?"

    "Zhuangzi outside the city has 2,370 acres. In addition, there are several mountains covering thousands of acres." Manager Yang said as if he was taking credit. He heard that the young master had a brain disease. These  The young master has been undergoing treatment all day long, and he is very concerned about it. It is said that he is getting better now, so he looks directly at the young master to see if he is okay.

    "How much money can it be sold for?" Fang Jifan's next words almost choked Manager Yang to death.

    Manager Yang¡¯s first reaction was not to worry, but to raise his eyebrows slightly, and he looked at Accountant Liu on the side, ¡°Oh, the young master¡¯s illness is indeed cured. The Fang family is so lucky!¡±

    Think about it, the young master can actually think of selling the land for money. In Beijing, besides the young master of our Fang family, who else can say such words so coolly?  Our young master is really back!

    Seeing the happy expressions on their faces, Fang Jifan felt that the world had gone crazy. He had no choice but to knock the table with the handle of his fan: "What do you want me to ask you? How much can I sell? Let me count it for you. Give it to Ya Xingzhuan."  Get the word out, sell the land, sell everything that can be sold, not even an acre can be left.¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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