Fan Zheng returned to Chang'an.

Although Luoyang is good, it is not my hometown.

Fan Baili climbed quickly on the straw mat, with a trace of disgust on his face.

Hey, it’s dark!

Fan Zheng smiled, picked up the reluctant Fan Baili, gave him a sweet kiss on his left and right cheeks, and then put him down.

Du Shengxia sighed: "You don't know, ever since he could crawl, I couldn't catch him! The slender-waisted dog that Lu Yi had raised had his hair picked up every time, and he never dared to come to the house again."

Fan Baili blew a bubble from his mouth and looked disdainfully.

What happened to Bailihou in the future, and now he is giving the minister a handful of hair?

Even eating dog meat is a trivial matter!

What, not yet?

Wait until I try hard to stop breastfeeding!

On the straw mat, there was also a fat boy with a smooth buttocks. He was slightly older than Fan Baili, but he was the eldest son of Lu Jiabao, Lu Feijia.

Good guy, Lu Jiasheng also used the rare method of naming father and son. This method is usually used by Southwest Baipu, right?

From time to time, Lu Feijia spat out a few words normally, and from time to time he made some baby talk, which gave him a sense of familiarity with a fat translator.

"Hey, we are going to become family friends!" Fan Zheng teased Lu Feijia.

"Why, you dislike me for being such a small boy! Let me tell you, the area around Dunhuafang is our territory!" Lu Jiasheng said a few words casually.

Fan Zheng laughed awkwardly.

These words were the high-spirited Fan Zheng who had just become a high-ranking official. He opened his mouth to declare his second grade. Looking back, he actually felt a little ashamed.

Is it too late to kill someone and silence them now?

"Is there anything unusual in the workshop?"

Fan Zheng slumped down on the armchair, not even wanting to shake his legs.

For people who have been out for a long time, the first reaction when they return home is like this: they don't want to move at all - even if their bodies are not too tired.

"Every workshop is normal, and Yan Sanshun is also honest. By the way, he mentioned a young lady from Qinglongfang."

"On the other hand, Tie Dazhuang, who doesn't complain, heard that he beat people to death in the yamen and even killed a Shangguan. It is said that it was because the craftsman delivered an item that was not up to standard?"

Tie Dazhuang said, please do not spread rumors!

That was done by the prince!

Fan Zheng was too lazy to correct Lu Jiasheng's fallacy: "The glider built by Tie Dazhuang in the agency is for Tie Xiaozhuang and the others. He doesn't have to worry about breaking his own baby?"

Lu Jiasheng slapped his thigh: "That's it! Tie Dazhuang is a calf-protector. If others want to trick Tie Xiaozhuang, he will definitely fight tooth and nail!"

"Let's get down to business. The area in the southeast corner of the workshop is not next to a tomb, nor is it being used seriously. Find someone to circle it, level it, build a workshop, dig drainage ditches, and prepare storage." Fan Zheng was not polite and gave the order directly.

Lu Jiasheng's face lit up: "Is this going to be a whole new life?"

Fan Zheng nodded: "My mother-in-law, I can't keep myself busy."

There is really no way to do this. Because of Fan Baili, Du Shengxia has not taken up wine tasting work for two years. Now that she is the king of Huarong Township, it is not suitable to lower her status and earn extra money.

After much deliberation, I decided to build my own winery!

Du Shengxia, who was guarding Fan Baili on the side, was slightly surprised: "Mr. Lang, you have to think about it. Not to mention whether interfering with each other will cause other families to be squeezed out. As far as winemaking is concerned, my Aye's inheritance has been fully carried out, except in the palace."

The four major wines out there are only ordinary recipes and have no special taste."

Things that have no characteristics will disappear into the crowd and will not be able to conquer the sky.

Fan Zheng didn't even bother to move his hands: "My hometown gentleman is right! However, what I want is that it has no characteristics. I don't want to go to the market to compete with all kinds of wine."

Du Shengxia pondered: "It has no characteristics, and it is impossible to compete for the reputation of royal wine, so what's the use of brewing it?"

Fan Zheng chuckled: "Of course it's not for drinking. In two days, I'll go to Xuandu to watch the incense sticks and meet the Taoist priest Chen Junnian of Jianzhai."

Du Shengxia pouted: "How many years of sesame seeds have rotted the millet? I am now the master of the temple!"

Fan Zheng smiled awkwardly.

Who told him that he hadn’t visited Xuandu several times?

Hey, blue vitriol, distiller, but we have to count on Xuanduguan for help!

As for gunpowder, it was too far away from Fan Zheng, so even if he could get it, he wouldn't dare to take it.

Without enough background, playing with gunpowder is just a reminder to yourself.

Don't think that all good things can be brought home.

For example, for the current winery, Fan Zheng promised Li Shimin 30% of the net profit before he dared to start preparations.

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After falling for a day, Shi Fan Zheng, the imperial censor, still had to take Sun Jiu, Lu Yisheng, Zhen Xing, Zhen Bang, Wu Qi, Lei Qi and Lei Jiu to disappear and appear.

Zhen Xing calmly reported to Fan Zheng all the happenings in the Yushitai in the past few months, and at the same time showed a little of the skills he had learned.

Apart from anything else, Zhen Xing has really mastered the document format and writing standards, and Liu Shu admits that he is 70% as good as him.

In other words, it is enough for Zhen Xing to be content with the swordsman and penman.

"When the superior officer has no mission, you can go to the Procuratorate, get close to your Panchang junior fellow apprentice, and learn from them the scope of duties and methods of the Procuratorate."

After Li Yifu was appointed as the second seat of the Procuratorate, he became more and more liberal. Although there was a slight overstep, it was generally within the scope of the rules.

What makes Li Yifu even more motivated is that Chief Liu Fan is said to not be able to stay in the Procuratorate for long and is likely to move to the Taiwan Procuratorate!

It's time for me, Li Yifu, to take charge of my own business!

The master bookkeeper, the head of the pavilion, holds the palm firmly in his hand, and serves breakfast to each table.

“Soft steamed buns with red bean filling and millet, Yanzhou style.”

The slightly familiar voice of the chief clerk rang in Fan Zheng's ears, and he turned to look at a Cuju Jing.

Looks familiar!

She has a Cuju figure and small mung bean eyes. She is dressed in a green robe and her eyes blink in ecstasy.

"Haha, isn't this You Shuochu, Sicang of Yanzhou, joining the army? Congratulations!"

Fan Zheng quickly remembered.

The main reason is that the figure and name are so unique that I can never forget them!

From the seventh rank, he joined the army in Sicang, Yanzhou, and moved to the imperial censor's station. From the seventh rank, he took charge of the bookkeeping. His rank seems to be the same.

But entering the imperial city from the local area was actually moving to the right.

Apart from anything else, things like salaries and rewards are beyond the reach of the local government. Otherwise, why would everyone go to Chang'an?

"Thanks to Shangguan, Xiaguan has lived peacefully in Yanzhou for several years, and finally has the chance to enter the imperial city and have the opportunity to see the Holy Face."

You Shuochu's words are still so smooth and greasy.

Don't think that the philistine You Shuochu is really harmless to humans and animals. He Qionglou, a former Yanzhou official who joined the army, expressed that he had something to say at Wangxiangtai.

The Censor Ma Zhou spoke at another table: "I checked the files of the Censor Fan Zheng and found such a wonderful person as the Chief Secretary, so I suggested moving him to the Censor's Desk."

Regardless of Li Qianyu or Wei Tong, even if he and Ma Zhouhui had differences due to different ideas, they would not offend him on such trivial matters.

Ma Zhou's life and career were all like burning oil, so why should he be unhappy?

"Fan Yushi, Zheng Guogong advised you to stop granting Zen, why is there no further message?"

Ma Zhou's eye sockets have become deeper, and his two large eye bags have become darker. He is afraid that his body will not be able to survive for a few more years.

This world is so imperfect, people who deserve to die will never die, and people who don't deserve to die will never live.

"Taishan Fengchan is just a game, a game that leads Xue Yantuo to take action." Fan Zheng replied with a smile. "Since the fight has begun, there is no need to pretend anymore."

Regardless of whether the emperor originally thought so, he must be now!
Chapter completed!