Under Xiao Xiangxiang's service, Fang Jifan rinsed his mouth and just had breakfast when the famous doctor came.

The doctor's face was flushed and his face was gloomy. He heard that the young master's brain disease was getting better. Everyone in the mansion called him a miracle doctor. Although he was humble, he was happy.

As usual, he carried the medicine box and came to greet Fang Jifan with a smile: "I have met Mr. Fang, and Mr. Fang has a much better complexion. Students will take the pulse for the master first."

Fang Jifan was quite instinctively afraid of the doctor. After thinking about it, he looked at him with his nostrils up and raised his legs and said, "I am already a big man. What kind of pulse should I get away with you old dog."

"Haha...haha..." The doctor laughed dryly. As a doctor, being called an old dog was indeed a shameful thing. But although he was a little unhappy, the doctor still smiled with relief and sighed: "Yes, the young master's disease is really cured. I am very... very..."

"Get out!" Fang Jifan understood his way of survival. The more arrogant and domineering he was, the happier he was, the more gratifying he was. This is really a...godly world.

"Okay, okay." The doctor was not angry at all, but turned to tell Deng Jian: "If the young master shows signs of illness again, he must report it in time. The young master... I will say goodbye and say goodbye."

Seeing that the doctor left happily, Fang Jifan breathed a sigh of relief.

Having just escaped, Fang Jifan became empty and lonely again. Could it be that he would pretend to be a scumbag in his life?

No, it’s not a big deal to live like this. It’s just that...

Fang Jifan stood up and said, "Little Deng Deng..."

Deng Deng is Deng Jian’s exclusive name, but Deng Jian is obviously not happy with Fang Jifan calling him like this, so he responded with a bitter face: “What are the instructions of the young master?”

Fang Jifan said with a smile: "Let's go, accompany me to walk around the mansion."

"Okay." Deng Jian hurriedly took out a Xiangfei fan and a sachet of sachet, and said as if he was asking for credit: "Young master loves to bring this when he goes out..."

Fang Jifan looked black, and the owner of this body still had such fun? He smiled and skillfully asked Xiao Xiangxiang to tie the sachet around his waist, and played with the Xiangfei fan in his hand, and there was a poem on the fan. Fang Jifan glanced at him and saw that the fan said: "I advise you not to cherish the golden texels, and I advise you to cherish the time you were young. The flowers bloomed and you must be broken, so don't wait for the flowers to break them.'

The artistic conception of this poem is good, but Fang Jifan knew the owner of the fan's malicious understanding of this poem, and he couldn't help but scold, "Bah, I'm a stinking LIU."

Although I feel despised, I still have to live my life.

He cheered up and followed Deng Jian out of the bedroom. At this time, he truly saw Nanhe Bo's Mansion. Fang Jifan couldn't help but be shocked.

This mansion covers a huge area, with at least fifty acres, with rows of ridges, three in and three out, the main hall, front hall, backyard, wing room, and wood-room. Fang Jifan was very satisfied and subconsciously shook the Xiangfei fan. The only drawback is that this house... is a bit old, at least a hundred years of history, and looks very mottled.

He couldn't help but say, "This room should be repaired."

"Repair...repair the house..." Deng Jian screamed in surprise.

Fang Jifan slapped his head: "What a dog-like thing, the reason why the young master got sick must be because the house was too old and renovated. Do you understand?"

Deng Jian smiled again and said, "Young Master said it well. Is the mansion rich in yin energy? I understand, I understand, but... it is very expensive to repair the mansion."

Fang Jifan raised his eyebrows and said, "Dangnanhe Bo Mansion, is there still a shortage of silver?"

"Fail!" Deng Jian's answer made Fang Jifan a little confused: "Young Master usually doesn't care about his business. There are thousands of acres of fertile land in the manor in the suburbs of Beijing, but after all, what is planted is also grain. Although Mr. Wang has a salary and reward, there is not much real silver. They are all treasure money from our Ming Dynasty."

Baochao... Fang Jifan understood that this was the unique banknote of the Ming Dynasty. Unfortunately, the imperial court printed too much, but it was not worth much money.

He suddenly remembered that this was the economic characteristics of this era. Although the value of the land is high, most of the wealthy households rent it to the farmhouse households to cultivate, and of course they collected grain. The grain was piled up in barns. Although it was exchanged for money, Nanhe Bo Mansion after all, it was a big business and had a lot of expenses. Naturally, don’t expect much cash on the books.

It is not a solution to pretend to be crazy and stupid. Only when people are independent and self-centered can they not be controlled by others and are often caught and pricked.

What's more, I really have to be a prodigal son for the rest of my life?

No! Fang Jifan felt that he was a top student in his previous life, and he was a good young man, so he should be self-reliant and independent.

But what should I do if I don’t have money?

Fang Jifan narrowed his eyes and suddenly became excited.

Have a way out!

It is now March 17th on the eleventh year of Hongzhi.

Half a month later, Fang Jifan vaguely remembered that there was a record in the local chronicles of Tongzhou, saying that dozens of ships carrying ebony ships were sunk in Northern Tongzhou. In addition, ebony was increasingly praised by nobles during the Hongzhi period, so the price of ebony continued to rise, and Fang Jifan remembered that ebony prices soared to an unprecedented height.

This ebony is rare, and ordinary shipping is to load bulk ebony together. Once these dozens of ships sink, it means that the ebony on the market will be in extreme shortage in the future.

Fang Jifan's eyes lit up, and an idea popped up in his mind, hoarding ebony.

But... what about silver... Even before the price doubled, the price of this ebony was scary. He narrowed his eyes and said, "How much money is there in the account in the mansion?"

Deng Jian shivered and looked at Fang Jifan in panic: "It's not much, at most it's only a few hundred taels of cash. Young master, you...you...you want to..."

When he heard that there were hundreds of taels, Fang Jifan was depressed, but soon, he had another idea, no money, but the Fang family had land, if so...

When he turned his mind, it was wrong, no, and he sold land... This young master was familiar with history, and the thinking of the ancients was different from that of modern people. In the eyes of the ancients, selling land was only possible for activities that were only for dilapidated houses and prodigal sons.

Hey... a prodigal son...

Am I just a textbook-style prodigal son? In Beijing, there are more prodigal people than our Fang Jifan?

Fang Jifan's eyes were already lit up and he shouted: "Call the manager and the accountant!"

The power of the young master of the Fang family was still very powerful. In a moment, Manager Yang and Accountant Liu from the mansion came. The two of them were panting, and their eyes were dripping at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan was sitting with his legs raised. Although he was sitting, the two people in front of him dared not be taller than Fang Jifan, so he bent down. Instead, Fang Jifan looked higher than them while sitting with his legs raised. He still felt a little bit like a young master.

Fang Jifan said, "How much land is there in the mansion?"

"There are 2,370 acres of villages outside the city. In addition, there are several mountains and covers thousands of acres of land." Manager Yang said as if he was seeking credit. He heard that the young master had a brain disease. The young master had been curing his illness these days, and he was very concerned. It is said that he has been cured now, so he looked at the young master with his eyes straight, wanting to see if the young master has recovered.

"How much money can I sell?" Fang Jifan said, almost choking Manager Yang to death.

Manager Yang's first reaction was not because of his concern, but because he raised his eyebrows and looked at the accountant Liu beside him. Oh, the young master's illness... It's really great. The Fang family is lucky!

Think about it, the young master can actually think of buying land to sell it. In this city of Beijing, who can say such words in a casual manner except our Fang family? Our young master is really back!
Chapter completed!