Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Zhangqiu Baiyun Lake has always been a tourist attraction for literati.

　　 The surface of the lake fluctuates slightly, and the rising sun shines on it, as if thousands of small fish are jumping on the surface of the lake, and the scales of the fish shimmer.

　　 A leaf boat walked slowly in the lake.

　　 The boatman is shaking in the back, and the boatman is cooking breakfast in the fleet.

　　 She opened the boat board, fished underneath with her pocket for a while, and then fished up a few fishes.

　　 "Guests, please rest assured, this fish was netted last night and it is fresh."

　　 There are only two guests, and there is a boat behind it a little bit behind.

　　 Fang wakes up to see the fish are still alive, and says, "Just alive."

　　 Sitting across from him is a man with gray beard.

　　 The man stroked his beard and said: "The view here is pretty good, but I used to be negligent."

　　 Chuan Niang started to make breakfast, and the fish scales were everywhere.

　　 Fang Xing leaned over and picked up a fish scale. The scale was a little greasy. He stretched out his hand to wash it outside the boat.

　　 The lake is clear and clean, with Yangliu Yiyi on the shore, but a clump of reeds in front.

　　 On a small stove in the bow of the ship, gruel is being cooked, with a strong fragrance.

　　 "Xing He Bo, this is not far from Beijing."

　　 A slight smell of charcoal fire from the bow of the ship floated over, and the man inhaled his nose, stretched out his hand to fan a few times in front of his nose, and frowned slightly.

　　 This is a pampered person.

　　 Fang Xing likes this smell.

　　 "I like this taste."

　　 He also sniffed, but he was a little leisurely and fascinating.

　　 "I was in the country when I was a child, and I had just harvested rice at that time. The straw in the field was lit in piles, and then the smell mixed with the smell of cow dung."

　　 Fang Xing recalled, some feelings of melancholy and leisurely fascination that couldn't look back.

"The old farmer walks in the front, and the old cow does not need to be driven to follow behind. The old farmhouse must not let the old cow get tired, so he digs with the cow on his own. It looks stupid, but it fits the world. Even the best painter comes. Can't find a trace of the wrong place in that scene."

　　 The man sighed: "Xing He Bo, my family is also a farmer..."

　　 Speaking of Gengdu, he glanced at Fang Xing uncomfortably.

　　 was originally a commendatory term, but since Fang Xing revealed the details of those so-called farming families, farming has become synonymous with taking the opportunity to merge.

　　 "Have you planted the ground?"

　　 Fang Xing asked with a smile.

　　 The man nodded and said, "I have to go to the ground every year, even if it's just a plow, he's not an ignorant scholar."

　　 Fang Xing nodded, and said, "Then you know the reason for plowing after the autumn harvest?"

　　 The man was stunned. He wanted to argue, but he remembered the wall of the house that was rebuilt later, so he shook his head slightly.

　　 Boom!

　　 There was a thunderbolt in the clear sky.

　　 "This is Chunlei, startled and stung, all the dormant bugs should wake up."

　　 Fang Xing put his hand in the water and said, "The child wants his own child and the field needs winter plowing. The biggest reason is to remove the insects. Turn out the bugs hiding in the soil and let them freeze to death in the cold winter."

　　 "And startled... the remaining bugs must be unwilling, so they will get out of the ground excitedly to see what's going on outside."

Fang Xing said with a smile: "So the land has to be ploughed hard, and the worms are often frozen and sunburned by God. Today, when I am shocked, next month, when the Ming Dynasty is clear, the farmers will plow the land again, and when it rains, the land will be fertilized, so Who knows that Chinese dishes are all hard work. Does your family understand this hard work?"

　　 The man patted the ship's side lightly and smiled and said: "Xing He Bo, this is a knife and gun between his lips and tongue, but do you want to attack my family?"

　　 The man's temperament is quite calm, and his expression is even more bookish.

　　 "The country will be decided next month, and Xinghebo will stay in Shandong. What do you want to see?"

　　 The man said aggressively: "If you want to watch my house, then the owner of the house will naturally tie himself up and go to the capital to plead guilty. If not, why bother to fantasize!"

　　He said coldly: "An earl, a Zaifu, and a Zuo minister, what a big show!"

　　 Chuan Niang put the sliced ​​fish into the porridge, stirred it slightly, and the taste gradually came out.

　　 "Just put some salt, nothing else."

　　 Fang Xing saw that Chuan Niang looked reluctant to scoop out some lard from the small jar with a small spoon, and hurriedly stopped it.

　　 Chuan Niang said: "Guests, we can't bear this oil!"

　　 Fang Xing said: "Don't let go of the oil, you won't lose the money when the time comes."

　　 The ship's mother confirmed it again, and waited on the fire happily.

The scent of 　　 fish porridge gradually came out, Fang Xing sniffed, a little impatient.

　　 Later, Chuan Niang made two bowls of fish porridge.

　　 Fang Xing took a sip, then closed his eyes and slowly savored.

　　 The man looked at him coldly and said, "Is Xinghe Bo really gluttonous?"

　　 Fang Xing drank the porridge silently, and finally gave the bowl to Chuan Niang, then wiped his mouth, and took a sip of the green tea that he made.

　　 Green tea is a bit bitter, but it is most appropriate when it is full of fresh fragrance in the mouth.

　　 The strong tea fragrance of green tea gradually washed away the scent of fish porridge, Fang Xing said contentedly: "Just eat a bowl of fish porridge, Fang will be satisfied with this trip."

　　 gluttonous gluttony, greedy for money, is synonymous with hard desires.

　　 The man waited patiently for him to drink the porridge just now, but he only smelled it slightly, and the bowl of porridge remained unchanged.

　　 Chuan Niang wanted to come over to collect the bowl, but she was afraid that he hadn't moved.

　　 "Take it!"

　　 The man pointed to the bowl next to him, and the ship’s lady took away the bowl and chopsticks, and then took the bowl of fish porridge to the stern of the ship.

　　 Fang Xing turned his head and watched the ship’s lady feeding the swaying boatman and drinking porridge. The couple were talking in low voices with joy.

　　 "This is the life of the people. Your family has been extremely rich for many years. I want to think that they are all ants."

The man wanted to refute, but Fang Xing glanced at him coldly, and trembled in his heart, and said: "What kind of benevolence do you want? Is the benevolence of the emperor? That is the disaster of the world. Or the benevolence of the minister, it is also a disaster. Only when everything is regarded as a dog is the foundation of a prosperous age. I don't even understand this, so let's go for the title of uncle Xinghe, the prince's young teacher."

　　 "People are never straw dogs!"

Fang Xing said: "This canonization must be smooth, and then the prince will become a rare treasure. Countless people want to be his teacher, and you are the greatest force. I would like to remind you that your family should stay dormant. , It's the dragon, I have to lie on my stomach too!"

　　 The man's complexion did not change, as if he was really the son of a dragon.

　　 "My family doesn't care about mundane affairs, so Xinghe Bo, you are here today and here, but you are in vain."

　　 The man said coldly.

　　 Fang Xing nodded and said, "That would be the best. Ben will have to go back to Beijing, and then he will be uncertain, but he will definitely not pass by your house."

　　 The man stared at Fang Xing firmly, "You are threatening."

　　 Fang Xing continued: "If your family dares to step into it, there will be any damnation at that time, it will be your own responsibility."

　　 A wild duck flapped its wings and landed on the water, and then looked curiously.

　　 "Get on the shore!"

　　 Fang Xing kept waiting for the boatman to finish the bowl of porridge before he ordered to dock.

　　 The man looked at him curiously and asked: "Are you pitying them?"

　　 "No, everyone deserves respect, nothing more."

　　 The man shook his head, thinking that this kind of thinking is really hopeless.

　　 "Heaven and earth are not human..."

　　 He wanted to finally save the values ​​that are very different between the two sides.

　　 Fang Xing said, "Heaven and earth are ruthless, and there is no difference in treating everything."

　　 The man sighed and said, "You once again blocked the road of negotiation between us."

Fang Xing smiled and said: "We are not on the same road~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I will go back to Beijing to frighten those chaotic officials and thieves, and you...your family will be panicked and full of anger. But you will do nothing."

　　 The man endured his anger and said, "Is there a way to govern the country in science? Is there a way to be an emperor?"

"Have."

　　 Fang Xing said: "What an emperor wants to govern a country is to be sober, what he wants is knowledge, but the most important thing is to be able to discern people's hearts."

　　 The two were silent for a while, and the boat sailed into the river channel full of reeds on both sides.

　　 The reeds are slightly green, and in a month or two, there will be a strong reed.

　　 The ship’s lady saw that the two of them had stopped talking, so she tentatively asked, "Does the guest want duck eggs?"

　　 "This lake is good, and the ducks raised must also be good."

　　 Fang Xing nodded and said, "If there are, then get hundreds of them and let them take them back for their family members to eat."

　　 "There are! Let alone hundreds, there are also thousands."

　　 Chuan Niang happily told her husband to shake her up quickly, so she could go to the village to collect duck eggs when she reached the shore.

　　 When the man saw Fang Xing and Chuan Niang seriously discussing the price of duck eggs, he couldn't help but feel a little bit in his heart.

　　 After waiting for the boat to land, more than ten people alighted from the boat behind, including Fang Xing Jia Ding, and men's entourage.

　　 The two stood on the shore, and the man folded his hands: "Farewell, Xing He Bo, we should not be rivals, this is what the owner said."

　　 Fang Xing clapped his hands and said: "Whether the opponent is or not is not determined by Fang. It is still the sentence, the flow does not rot, the tide is right in front of you, it is only you who are taking advantage of the trend or moving against the current."