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Chang Wei is always worried about the construction schedule.
It's freezing cold right now, and cement concrete can't be paved at all, so the roadbed is the only thing that is connected right now. Now, countless craftsmen and laborers have gone back to their hometowns to celebrate the New Year, and they won't come back until spring. But people like Chang Wei stayed behind. After they got down, they had to guard the construction site and inspect the foundations and widened roads again.
This is the first and true path of Ming Dynasty.
Even if it¡¯s just a simple civil engineering project, behind the seemingly simple process is the hard work of countless people.
After a few sips of wine, my whole body felt warm.
The anthracite coal is burning in the charcoal basin, giving off a bright flame.
The night was getting darker, and more than a dozen people were sitting on the kang. When they first entered school, they were high-spirited and fair-faced teenagers, but now they are all dark-skinned and unkempt.
"It's so cold. It's a pity that it's the Chinese New Year and there haven't been any football games recently." Chang Wei smiled: "I'm really unlucky. I lose whatever I buy. But I heard that Mr. Zhu Dashou predicted three times in a row. I hit both times, and even the one I missed was just luck, as the other team tied with a penalty kick."
"Who is Zhu Dashou? Why is he so mysterious?"
Someone frowned: "Could it beit's Master"
When he said this everyone was shocked.
yes.
Who else in the world has this talent?
¡°Who dares to call himself Zhu Dashou except Master?¡±
In fact, there are indeed such rumors in the market, because Zhu Dashou's identity is too mysterious.
"I think it's nine out of ten that he is the master. The master is omnipotent in the world."
A group of guys¡¯ eyes lit up when they mentioned their master.
Is there anyone in the world who is more powerful than Master?
not at all.
He helped the world, was full of talents, established new schools, built academies, forged magic weapons, built new cities, and wrote numerous books. If he randomly picked out a disciple and threw it out, he would be a capable minister and a talented person.
"If it's the master, it would be terrible." One person said: "However, even if the master is Zhu Dashou, it doesn't matter. What I admire the most is the master's perseverance and perseverance, despite the severe cold, the frost and the snow. , a moral character as green as a green pine tree.¡±
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Outside the work shed.
A certain person was shocked.
There was heavy snow whistling in my ears, but when I heard the word "green pine", someone's heart suddenly warmed up.
Fang Jifan was wearing a large fashion and was wrapped up tightly.
Standing in front of him was Emperor Hongzhi, who was also dressed in fur.
Emperor Hongzhi came because he learned that there were still students building roads and foundations here during the Chinese New Year. Emperor Hongzhi was very moved.
Fang Jifan said in front of him, these people are really working hard during the Chinese New Year.
Emperor Hongzhi seemed to be deep in thought, but at this moment, he got up and came here.
This time, it¡¯s not incognito.
Behind him were the eunuchs who were in charge of rituals, the Hanlin attendants on duty, and the commander of the Jinwu Guards. As for the other eunuchs and imperial guards, needless to say.
Everyone braved the wind and snow to stand outside the door, their faces stiff with cold, and they all looked up at Emperor Hongzhi.
Emperor Hongzhi coughed and felt the chill. His face turned slightly green. When he heard someone inside talking about Zhu Dashou being Fang Jifan, he gave Fang Jifan a meaningful look.
Fang Jifan looked speechless and immediately made an expression like "I don't have it, it's not me, they are talking nonsense."
Emperor Hongzhi smiled and opened the chaimen.
The whistling wind blew in.
Emperor Hongzhi looked around and saw a dozen students, sitting in a mess with their sleeves rolled up or lying on the kang. In the work shed, there was a broken table with wine on the table and scattered drawings.
When everyone saw the stranger coming in, they took a closer look and saw that under the man's attire was a bright red court dress, and the five-clawed golden dragon was instantly dazzling.
Everyone looked stunned.
Look at the person standing next to this person isn't it Master Fang Jifan?
A dozen students seemed to be petrified.
Emperor Hongzhi stepped in, with his hands behind his back, and wrote lightly: "No need to be polite."
This is called preemptive strike.
When he said there was no need to be polite, Changwei was frightened and he was about to bow down in a hurry. However, Emperor Hongzhi waved his sleeves and smiled."Your creation" Fang Jifan said while turning his back on Emperor Hongzhi.
Emperor Hongzhi was still as petrified. Fang Jifan sighed in his heart. Speaking of bragging, I, Fang Jifan, cannot do it. Unexpectedly, in two lifetimes, I, Fang Jifan, can¡¯t even drink enough to carry His Majesty¡¯s shoes. Ah, no, that¡¯s not right. I shouldn¡¯t have soiled His Majesty¡¯s clothes. Shoes.
Outside the north wind is howling.
After a long time, Emperor Hongzhi stood up and staggered. He was a little confused.
Fang Jifan hurriedly supported Emperor Hongzhi and said: "Your Majesty, I think you are tired. You guys, please stick to your posts. Well, it's cold and freezing, so you have to pay attention to your health. Don't be like Master, who is always weak and sick. You guys should be early Take a rest."
The main thing is to support Emperor Hongzhi, leaving a group of people in a trap.
This is the first time I visited my disciples and grandchildren during the Chinese New Year, and it seemed like a failure.
Back on the carriage, Emperor Hongzhi almost collapsed on the sofa. Even after half an hour, he still looked confused.
Fang Jifan volunteered to sit on the small sofa opposite. It was very warm in the carriage. He looked at His Majesty worriedly: "Your Majesty should not have come in the middle of the night"
Emperor Hongzhi spoke, but his tongue was a bit loud and his voice was a little hard to hear: "You know the art of the emperor, eh I have a severe headache, what kind of wine is this, it's really scary."
Fang Jifan did not dare to say that he brewed it himself, for fear of being beaten, he shook his head: "I know nothing about wine."
Emperor Hongzhi stroked his forehead: "Just wait and see, tomorrow Beijing will be lively."
"Oh." Fang Jifan was thinking, if His Majesty is sober, will he settle the scores with his wife?
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I finally returned to my hometown in Jiangxi. A month of study has come to an end. Looking back at this month, I feel a lot of tears and tears. I have to go to class and socialize with teachers and classmates, but at any time, what is most on my mind is , I¡¯m still coding, and now I¡¯m finally at peace, with tears in my eyes. (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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