Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Shandong will definitely be hit this year, but it doesn't look like a catastrophe."

　　 Jin Youzi was talking to someone by the Daming Lake.

　　 There are many people, from a ten-year-old boy to an old man with gray hair.

　　 These people are all standing facing the direction of Daming Lake, while Jin Youzi is talking with his back to the lake.

"...When the people are in a disaster, North Korea will inevitably provide relief. This is the technique of governance. It seems simple, but there are many things in it, from raising money and food to how to transport it, who is sent for relief, who will supervise and how to comfort the victims. , How to organize them to save themselves..."

　　 "All of these are practical, you can't learn in books."

　　 Someone asked: "Master Jin, what do you mean... we still can't learn?"

　　 Jin Youzi said: "Sage learning is naturally to be learned, but don't bury your head in learning, you have to raise your head, learn learning, and bend at the same time."

　　 Most of those people were expressionless, and when they heard bowing, they had various reactions, mostly disdain.

　　 Jin Youzi saw it in his eyes, and sighed in his heart: "You have to bend to explore the world and the real thing, otherwise you will write a thousand words, but it will be empty. What is the use of a beautiful article? Can it be a disaster?"

　　 Jin Youzi accidentally made a taboo, and someone retorted: "Master Jin, learning can help disasters!"

　　 "Yes, the official has failed to speak."

Jin Youzi's gray beard was blown by the wind, his eyes were bleak, his lips squirmed, and he said, "Without the preferential treatment, you must rely on pragmatism to survive. Whether you are farming or doing business, you have to find a way out for yourself."

　　 There was more resentment in the eyes of those people, but no one spoke.

　　 Jin Youzi's voice gradually became hoarse, and the foam on the corners of his mouth became more and more.

　　 "Don't think about mergers. Once the magistrates cover up, they will be exiled when they are found out, and the merged house will be exiled and cannot be done."

　　 "The knowledge of a saint is originally derived from practice, so you have to wait for practice to find the benefits of Confucianism again, and you have to show what you have not done before...Don't go back to those empty roads."

　　 Seeing that these people were numb, Jin Youzi had to give a strong medicine: "Your Majesty has canonized the prince, and there will be no more discounts in the future of Daming. Don't think about annexing the land, collecting tenant households, no more, no more!"

　　 He didn't say that sentence, but everyone knew it.

　　——Fang Xing will become the emperor teacher!

　　 This is a consequence that no one can accept.

　　 The atmosphere gradually became heavier, and Jin Youzi was preparing to use this incident to inspire these people to work hard, and a ride came on the right.

　　 "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to disturb?"

　　 Jin Youzi looked at his entourage displeased.

　　The entourage dismounted and said, "My lord, Xinghebo has entered the city, and there is the family of His Royal Highness."

　　 Jin Youzi wanted to scold him, and when he heard that Zhu Gaoxu's family had also come, he smiled bitterly and said, "That person is very come, this officer will go."

　　 He got on his horse and followed his entourage, his back was still vividly visible, and someone in the crowd cursed: "Old dog! I only know how to hold stinky feet!"

　　 Everyone was silent, and some people followed and said: "Don't fight for the reasoning of the famous teaching, but come to suppress me, really old dog!"

　　 Everyone found it boring. Someone suggested to go to the lake and write a few poems by the way, so everyone responded.

　　 "Get on the boat!"

　　 "Ouch! Master, slow down, slow down, watch your steps."

　　 A woman appeared on the side of the pedal of the painting boat, waving her handkerchief, and shouting: "They are all literary stars in the sky. We can't afford to fall one. Let's hold on!"

　　 Two servants stood at the entrance, stretched out their hands to hold the scholar who was about to step over, and got on the boat one by one.

　　 After everyone went ashore, a servant was ordered to go shopping in the city. He took the banknotes, and there was only a point under his feet, and he went ashore without taking the plank of the boat at all.

　　 The boat board was put back, and the boring servant put the boat board up, and the highest point was only to his chest...

　　……

　　 "This way, I didn't see the local people organizing themselves to help themselves. What are you waiting for?"

　　 In the secretary's office, Zhu Gaoxu was sitting in the main seat, but he was eating noodles.

　　 A big bowl, a big bowl, full of beef and noodles.

　　 The sound of eating noodles in his ears, and Fang Xing's seemingly indifferent eyes in front of him.

　　Changyu felt that he was unlucky, and he seemed to say in a panic: "Xinghe Bo, there is less water, and water is being drawn everywhere, but this year there is little water, but fortunately there will be some rain, otherwise..."

　　 He didn't say the reason, but he already said it very clearly: What can I do if there is no water?

　　 The sound of breaking through the air came in an instant, before Chang Yu had time to react, he was smashed in the face by a pair of chopsticks.

　　 He dumbly reached out and brushed a piece of noodles on his face, but a piece of chili skin was still stuck under his cheekbones, looking red.

　　 "Pig-like brain! Get out!"

　　 A clan that can say the word pig so naturally and fresh and refined, there is no one else except Zhu Gaoxu.

　　 His eyes were staring, his big eyeballs were slightly protruding, and his face was slightly red and murderous.

　　Changyu's legs softened, and he remembered that the King of Han was about to go overseas soon. If he beat himself up, as long as he didn't kill him, the emperor would mostly just reprimand him.

　　 Fang Xing shook his head, got up and sent Chang Yu out.

　　 The flowers and trees in the yard are growing vigorously, and a breath of plants is permeating.

　　 "Be active, don't wait, don't knock."

　　 Fang Xing stopped, he didn't need to socialize with Chang Yu, and didn't want to socialize, and he also saw Jin Youzi.

　　 Changyu didn't see it because he kept his head down.

　　 People who learn how to fly and camp and gougou will never look up, just look at their feet and walk along the road paved with money. As for the front, what are they afraid of?

　　 "Xing He Bo, my official..."

　　Changyu wanted to distinguish, and when he saw Jin Youzi coming, he retired as if he was relieved.

　　 "Uncle Xinghe, the official found a lot of people, saying that this year is only a slight drought, but there is little water, and the cost of digging a well is high, and it can only be done slowly."

Fang Xing said non-committal: "In the autumn, North Korea will naturally send someone to www.wuxiaspot.com~ If there is malfeasance, there is still a shortage of people on your Highness's side. I wish I could become a bandit and take all the people out to sea. "

　　 Jin Youzi suddenly forgot what he wanted to say to Fang Xing, and stared: "If this is the case, the officer will definitely detain the subsequent ship to Huazhou, thinking that the latecomers will give up."

　　 This is a threat. The follow-up construction of Huazhou needs the continuous support of Daming.

　　 If the support is cut off, Zhu Gaoxu is afraid that he will return to Daming, and then all the way back to Beijing, rushing into the court to kill a few ‘Chen Chen’.

　　 After entering the front hall, Zhu Gaoxu had eaten the noodles, was drinking tea, and hiccups from time to time.

　　 Seeing Jin Youzi coming in, Zhu Gaoxu said: "After this king goes out to sea, if the follow-up is intercepted, even if the ship sinks to the bottom of the sea, this king will count as you waiting in the middle of the mess, and when you turn around, he will raise troops and come back and destroy you."

　　 Jin Youzi was furious and shouted: "This official is here. If your highness is not satisfied, then kill the official!"

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Zhu Gaoxu's complexion changed, and the big bowl in his hand flew over.

　　 Fang only had time to block it when he woke up, and was lucky enough to block the bowl out and crashed on the ground.

　　 Jin Youzi didn't shrink back, but took a step forward and said seriously, "His Royal Highness is going to kill someone? No matter who it is, after all, it is wrong, then kill the minister."

　　 Zhu Gaoxu sneered: "Okay!"

　　 He rushed out, Jin Youzi stalked his neck and shouted, "Come on!"

　　 Two lunatics!

　　 "Old Seven!"

　　 Xin Laoqi made a shot and hugged Zhu Gaoxu from the side.