Fang Chongyong was very confused. His father, Fang Youde, didn't know what official position he held. How could Zheng Shuqing, the governor of Kuizhou, not hear any news about the investigation like this?

How could the other party not take any precautions?

"Zheng Shuqing took refuge with Li Linfu as a minion. In his early years, he was the governor of Kuizhou. In the last years of Tianbao, he was the imperial censor. He was in charge of the branches and sold his official positions. He did not know loyalty and was only interested in profit. He is not as good as a pig or a dog."

Fang Laique's calm and emotionless voice rang in Fang Chongyong's ears!

The latter seemed to see a five-meter-long python squirming in front of him. He was so frightened that he took a few steps back. He sat down next to the bed and looked at Fang Laique in shock!

People in the Kaiyuan period actually knew what happened in the Tianbao period! Is there anything more ridiculous than this in the world?

"You, you, you! Who are you?"

Fang Chongyong pointed at Fang Laique in horror and asked.

"Lang Jun, I'm here to magpie! I was born in the Fang family. My father followed A Lang (Fang Youde) and changed his surname to Fang. I have followed Lang Jun since I was a child, and my surname was Fang when I was born."

Fang Laique touched his head and said innocently. He always felt that his "young master" seemed to be a different person since he fell into the water and woke up.

"What did you just say?"

Fang Chongyong calmed down a little, grabbed Fang Laique's arm, and asked in a low voice.

"Did I just say something?"

Fang Laique looked at Fang Chongyong inexplicably, as if he didn't know what happened just now.

His sluggish look doesn't look like he's pretending. If it's really fake, it can only be said that he is the reincarnation of the movie king and is impeccable.

"Who is Zheng Shuqing?"

Fang Chongyong continued to ask, feeling a little relieved.

"Alang told me before that he is the governor of Kuizhou and the largest local official. I don't know about the others."

Fang Laique still didn't understand what Fang Chongyong wanted to ask.

He was very surprised that Fang Chongyong didn't know who Zheng Shuqing was. They were living in an official residence, a house that only the families of local officials in Kuizhou were eligible to live in. Fang Youde not only had dealings with Zheng Shuqing, but also had a very bad relationship with him.

The potential is the same as water and fire.

"What else?"

Fang Chongyong asked, staring at Fang Laique, his eyes almost bulging out.

"It's gone."

Fang Laique spread his hands, not knowing what to say.

"That's all."

Fang Chongyong waved his hand. The son of this family has been playing since childhood, and he doesn't look like a liar. But what is going on?

The only thing that is certain is that it was definitely not an auditory hallucination!

Gurgling... At the critical moment, Fang Chongyong's stomach growled.

"Is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

Fang Chongyong sat down on the high stool, and his body slid softly onto the table. The child's body was very weak, and he didn't know what he ate on weekdays.

"Yes, yes, the slave has cooked the food."

Fang Lai walked out of the house in a hurry and quickly came back, serving a bowl of fish soup with three slender white fish, a bowl of something that looked like pickles, and a bowl full of broken leaves and unknown ingredients.

The famous "rice" mixed with various grains seems to be the staple food.

Fang Laique barely had "Come and praise me" written on his face. Fang Chongyong picked up a chopstick of fish meat and brought it to his mouth with anticipation, his expression slightly changing.

The fish meat was light and fishy, ​​and the smell hit his forehead, making him stunned for a moment.

It's so pitiful that in his two lifetimes, he has never eaten such unpalatable fish!

You can only feed such fishy fish to cats! Cats won’t even eat it!

"This..."

Looking at Fang Laique's expectant expression, Fang Zhongyong swallowed the curse words, picked up a ball of "rice" with chopsticks, and brought it to his mouth.

The green and earthy earthy smell fills the mouth and lingers for a long time. The rough taste is hard to describe, like chewing sand, and makes people breathless.

Reluctantly swallowing, it feels like a saw is pulling repeatedly on the throat. Wherever the food goes, there is unbearable pain... The taste of this mysterious staple food can only be said to be in awe of ghosts and gods.

"The meal was well cooked. Don't make it next time. Let me do it."

Fang Chongyong sighed helplessly.

He no longer counted on the food cooked by this boy.

"Alang said that the master is the master and the slave is the slave. There is no principle of master serving slaves. How can Langjun cook by himself?"

Fang Laique said righteously, with determination on his young face, which made Fang Chongyong want to punch him.

I’ve eaten everything, let’s try the kimchi.

Fang Chongyong no longer had any expectations and put a piece of shredded vegetable leaf that he couldn't name into his mouth.

It's sour and refreshing, with a little sweetness and a little salty taste, which instantly dispels the earthy smell in his mouth!

"This dish is good! It's really good!"

Fang Chongyong couldn't help but praise.

"Oh."

Fang Laique reluctantly answered, the smile on his face fell, and he grimaced and said nothing.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Chongyong asked doubtfully. He still grimaced after being praised. Do you like being abused?

"This kangkong is made by Fengxianlou in Kuizhou City. I'll go find them and ask for it."

Fang Laique was deeply shocked and said feebly.

You can actually pay on credit!

Fang Chongyong was shocked.

No one's money comes from the waves. Fang Laique, a slave, went to the city's wine shop to beg for wild vegetables. If other people's brains were not caught in the door, who would give him credit!

"You are such a dirty kid, who will listen to you?"

Fang Chongyong took another bite of water spinach and asked casually, he was too lazy to move his chopsticks about the other two things.

"I don't know, but after Alang left, I went to various wine shops in Kuizhou City. As long as I reported Alang's identity as the supervisory censor of Jiannan East Road, I seemed to be able to take whatever I wanted without spending money."

Fang Laique said with emotion as if nothing had happened.

My father's emotional intelligence is so low that he is actually a supervisory censor who is afraid of people and ghosts?

Fang Chongyong was a little confused as to how his "scumbag dad" relied on to get up.

Should I be a dog to the powerful directly, or should I be a dog to the powerful after passing the imperial examination?

Fang Chongyong fell into deep thought.

But judging from the current situation between him and Fang Laique, it is obvious that his father Fang Youde's situation is not good either.

After eating a few mouthfuls of water spinach, Fang Chongyong lay on the bed, feeling the cold and hard dry thatch behind his back, and thinking about how to proceed on the vast road ahead so as not to be swallowed up by this era.

As for Chang'an, don't think so much. After all, it will be Anlushan's food in more than ten years, and it won't be as safe as Kuizhou.

When the sky gradually darkened, I suddenly heard the sound of gongs and drums outside the house!

Bang!

The thin door was kicked open, and the courtyard of the official residence was already crowded with people. There were bright torches everywhere. Several small officials in black clothes rushed into the house with fire sticks in their hands.

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Behind them followed a middle-aged official in a crimson official robe, a futou on his head, black leather Liuhe boots, and a fish bag on his waist. He was looking around with malicious intent.

Except Fang Chongyong and the others.

"Search, we must find out the evidence of crime!"

The scarlet-robed official roared angrily, treating Fang Chongyong and Fang Laique as transparent persons. The clerks rummaged through the room and finally found the "Three Major Hates" written by Fang Youde on the desk. In addition,

, even the root hairs cannot be found.

The life-threatening report letter has long been reduced to ashes, and even the gods cannot recognize it.

After searching for half an hour and finding nothing, everyone looked at the scarlet-robed official, waiting for the next order.

"Fang Youde, as a supervisory censor, actually collaborated with bandits to steal the Kuizhou River tax revenue! Now he is absconding in fear of crime!

Come on, take the prisoner’s family back to the prison and interrogate them slowly!”

The Feipao official was unwilling to look at Fang Chongyong from beginning to end. He was "talking to himself" throughout the whole process, as if he was performing for someone.

Fang Chongyong just watched the other party talking about himself, without saying a word.
Chapter completed!