Author: sin9999

After the crazy revelry, Fan Baili's body was covered in dirt, but his eyes were particularly bright.

Wei Wuji bathed and changed his clothes, and the family began to eat.

In the meantime, Du Shengxia couldn't help but complain: "Da Lang is getting more and more wild, like a mud monkey every day."

Fan Baili stuck out his tongue, slightly.

Fan Zheng smiled: "There's no need to be so strict. The baby still needs to be down-to-earth. Just wash it off when you come back."

There is really no need to be too delicate in raising a baby. Those who protect the baby without getting a trace of dirt are overprotective.

Yuan Luan complained: "That's right, you were as skinny as a child, and your clothes were covered with mud. Washing clothes will make me tired to death."

Fan Laoshi's eyes were full of surprise: "I remember that at that time, we always hired the aunts in the workshop to do housework. When did you wash your clothes?"

Du Shengxia couldn't help but burst into laughter, and Fan Zheng tried his best to straighten his face so as not to hurt Chi Yu.

"Fan Laoshi!"

Yuan Luan's face turned red, and he reached out and grabbed Fan Laoshi's right ear, twisting it half a circle.

Do you understand the origin of the word ear raking?

"It hurts, it hurts! Mother-in-law, lady, country gentleman, be gentle, be gentle!" Fan Laoshi exclaimed grandly.

Fan Baili sighed, everyone in the family was worried!

"Grandma, Ye Ye said the wrong thing. For the sake of my grandson, please spare him."

Yuan Luan chuckled and let go, then poked Fan Laoshi on the forehead with one finger: "If it weren't for the sake of my grandson, I would have punished you today!"

Fan Laoshi nodded hurriedly.

These days, to be honest, it’s hard to tell whether there is any royal law!

After the meal, Fan Zheng was about to take a walk to eat, but he saw the doorman coming over and crossing his hands: "Reporting to the gentleman, there are three people at the Wutou Gate who are bringing snacks and handing over names to pay homage to the gentleman."

Slaves in the Tang Dynasty were called their male masters, Alang, Langjun, and Langzhu. Only Langjun was generally used for younger masters.

The prince of the state, Lu Wuwei, lived in Xianyang, Yongzhou for generations. His surname was an ancient Han surname, not a surname changed from the Buliugu family of Xianbei;

Pang (páng) Shushang, the director of the Imperial College, was from Qiao County, and his surname was Tongjie "Feng" and "Peng";

Guozijian records the affairs of the ancestor Xiuyuan.

Fan Zheng personally went to Wutou Gate to greet him, invited the three anxious people into the house, and served him tea.

"The presence of three people from the Imperial College has added a lot of elegance to the mansion."

The quality of the three of them is far inferior to that of Fan Zheng. If you insist on saying "Pengpi brings brilliance", you have to accept it with peace of mind for them.

Speaking of literary talent, that's no problem, not to mention that this is the Dingyuan General's Mansion, so it definitely lacks literary talent.

Lu Wuwei felt that the atmosphere was very good, and finally got to the point: "Shangguan Rongzhen, regarding the matter of learning witchcraft as an assistant teacher, the three of us spoke lightly and failed to speak out for justice. I feel really guilty..."

If you really feel guilty, then you go to Wu Qian. Why go to Fan Zheng?

To put it bluntly, when Wu Qian was in the Imperial College, the three of them were vaguely ostracized. When they saw the Imperial Prince Si Ye Zidao being sent to Taiwan Prison by the censor Liu Chen, they began to panic.

They are not another Guozi Siye who can sit firmly on Diaoyutai!

Has nothing to do with Fan Zheng?

It’s a big deal!

Liu Chen was Fan Zheng's old subordinate. If you want to say that his impeachment of Zidao had nothing to do with Fan Zheng, everyone who has been in the officialdom for more than a year will sneer at him.

However, the fact is that Liu Shu's investigation and impeachment were all ordered by Li Qianyu, the imperial censor, and had nothing to do with Fan Zheng, and he didn't even get angry.

Isn't this a coincidence?

Of course, it was impossible for Fan Zheng to explain it. Even if he explained it, Lu Wuwei and the others would have to believe it, right?

"The bad guys have very little qualifications in the Imperial College, and they still have to rely on you for a little support. When the boss is old (old), wouldn't it be fun to look at each other with sticks in hand, and talk about the past together while the wine is boiling on the stove?"

Uncle Pang looked thoughtful.

There was no obvious ill feeling in Fan Zheng's words, but he just asked them to help each other with Wu Qian, implicitly promising that they would be able to survive until they became official.

Although Wu Qian had gained a certain reputation in arithmetic, it was still insignificant to be sent to the Imperial Academy. It was certainly safer to have three colleagues to help him.

Zu Xiuyuan relaxed a lot: "Shang Guan, please don't worry, the Imperial College staff are relatively simple-minded. As long as they have a correct attitude, they should be able to get along with each other harmoniously."

Except for the appearance of a purple path from time to time, the Imperial College is relatively simple.

There is no need for Fan Zheng to embarrass these minor officials. His grudges with Zidao do not need to be widely implicated. It is enough to allow Lu Wuwei and the others to take care of Wu Qian in prison for a while.

It was already dusk and it was inconvenient to have guests, so Fan Zheng sent him to Wutoumen and wished him a "good trip". Lu Wuwei and the others wished him a "good stay" and then said goodbye.

After leaving Dunhuafang, Lu Wuwei and Uncle Pang were injured. Zu Xiuyuan wiped the fine white sweat from his forehead.

The Fan Party is gradually gaining momentum. Although it is not as huge as it is, it is not something that poor officials like them can contend with. Even if they do not join, they cannot make enemies.

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The sound of drums on Third Tongjing Street reached Fan Zheng's ears.

Du Shengxia had already carried Fan Mingqian into the back room, but Fan Baili stood stubbornly at the Wutou Gate, accompanying Lu Feijia, who was confused and confused.

Because Xuanyi Lang, Dunhuafang Zhenglu Jiasheng went to Dongshi and has not yet returned home.

At seven quarters before sunrise, the East Market Bureau fired the cannon three hundred times to disperse the market. Even if Lu Jiasheng walked lamely, he should have returned.

Fan Laoshi tightened his slightly tight undershirt, picked up the horizontal knife, and headed out of the workshop.

Amidst the noise, the group of people crossed the gate that was about to be closed. When the gate was locked, the sound of drums stopped.

"Aye!"

Lu Feijia burst into tears and ran over.

Lu Jiasheng rubbed the baby's head, raised his head and glanced at Fan Zheng, his eyes full of anger.

The two residents nearby had bruises on their noses and swollen faces, their heads were bandaged, and their arms were hanging up. They had obviously been beaten severely.

It is strange that Dunhuafang was so prosperous that after the animal charcoal was delivered at noon every day, most of the residents had to return to Dunhuafang to work. Even with the care of Dongshi Chengbuyi, there were always things that could not be taken care of.

"How are people?"

Lu Jiasheng took a deep breath and said, "The doctor from Jiang's Medicine Company has seen that his lungs are slightly injured and his muscles and bones have been restored. He needs to be recuperated for three months."

It takes a hundred days to break the muscles and bones.

Fan Zheng snorted coldly: "You didn't go to the Wannian County Yamen?"

Lu Jiasheng gritted his teeth and spoke out from between his teeth: "Why didn't you go? Nanya has already gone, and the young master said it was a fight!"

Nanya has two meanings, one refers to the main hall of the county government, and the other refers to the prime minister's residence.

The animal charcoal workshop is not expanding wantonly, nor does it have the ability to expand. Even if it accounts for a share of the animal charcoal trade in Dongshi, the proportion is very small. And why didn't anyone make a fuss in the early years?

This is because the young master of the Que family, Que Shiniu, has settled in Dongshi. With the power of the Que family, he is domineering and wants to swallow up the animal charcoal business. However, the people of Dunhuafang are also very angry and do not buy his account at all, so Que Shiniu takes it with him.

With more than a dozen slaves fighting each other with fists and kicks.

The men in Guanzhong had very strong tempers when they had no scruples. They would punch each other even if they were greatly outnumbered, which led to this tragic situation.

It is also because of this that Wannian County dares to talk about "fighting each other" openly.

"Don't worry, General Zhongwu, we haven't lost Dunhuafang's reputation!"

The two injured residents said carelessly.

Anyone who has never fought in a war is not a man in Guanzhong.
Chapter completed!