Construction sites have never been good places. Whether they are sergeants or foremen who supervise workers, some black thoughts are often brewing here.

Human beings are immortal and corruption continues.

Benefits are like magnets, which can make people unable to help but lean over.

Fang Xing and Cao Fei stood on a small hill made of dug out soil, looking at the construction site not far away silently.

Cao Fei looked solemn, and he didn't have the vulgar appearance he had yesterday.

He watched a group of big trucks pulling the dug out of the soil towards this side, and said, "It's all hard."

Fang Xing didn't speculate, "Those people must not dare to speak for Brother Yu. It is impossible to change it, but they are unwilling to give up, worried that the prince in the future will be the same as His Majesty now, and will even be more distinct."

At this time, a carriage stopped, and the horse pulled the carriage kept kicking the ground, but refused to leave.

The coachman was furious and they calculated the money by pulling the cart. Once the horse went on strike, he would have been in vain.

"What's the use of forcing the head to press if you don't drink water!"

Fang Xing saw the coachman whipping the horse, he shook his head and said, "At this moment, the court is like this horse that refuses to leave. Fighting is naturally one of the means, but more of it is to exchange interests."

Cao Fei said unexpectedly: "Does Your Majesty still have to give them benefits? For example, re-approve the tax exemption of the gentry."

Fang Xing shook his head: "It is inevitable that the eldest prince will become the prince. His Majesty has been dragging it all the time, just to keep his grape trellis. In addition, it is to buffer it. You must wait until the land is cleared before you can enthrone it, otherwise it will be in chaos."

Others probably dare not listen to this, but Cao Fei, as an old man in the palace, was fearless.

He smiled and said, "When we came out, the atmosphere in the palace was a bit bad."

"That's for sure."

Fang Xing didn't feel that Sun had any room for counterattack, and she didn't even dare to turn against Zhu Zhanji.

Cao Fei stomped his feet, probably thinking of something funny, and then smiled: "Your Majesty first gave up the idea of ​​becoming a crown prince, and then sat down and watched the turbulent turmoil below. The only thing that can be considered at the moment is the palace. Fortunately, the Empress is very calm and will remain the same every day."

"She is the queen and Yumi is the eldest son. What are she afraid of?"

The queen has gradually become more calm over the years, at least she will not be at a loss as she used to be.

"Mrs. Zun entered the palace several times, and it is said that she had a great time talking to the Empress."

"Xinghe Bo, three generations, and another generation will be the fourth generation of old ministers."

For four generations rather than four dynasties, Cao Fei's grasp of the position was amazingly good.

Fang Xing was looking at the parked car.

The coachman whipped it a few times and was reluctant to let it go, just pushing it and cursing.

At this time, an old man came. He walked over and touched the horse's head, looked at its eyes. Then he squatted down and lifted the horse's hooves with his hands.

The horse was so well-behaved that he could do it.

The old man looked at the horse's hooves, then found something and pulled it down.

The coachman thanked him a lot when he saw this. The old man frowned and said a few words, "It's probably not to be anxious when doing things, and to find the reasons."

After the old man left, the coachman ran to find the foreman, probably because he wanted to ask for leave.

After he came back, he unloaded a truck of soil and even unloaded the truck.

The coachman pulled the cart, and the horse followed him, rubbing his head with his head from time to time, and the coachman occasionally reached out to touch its head.

"This is mutual understanding, but the gentry and officials have less understanding of His Majesty and the state affairs, and only remember their own interests."

There were only two of them here, so Fang Xing spoke boldly.

"What a bullshit Taoist tradition? The so-called Taoist tradition is the thing they do when they eat. They are not maintaining Taoist tradition, but maintaining their own iron rice bowl!"

"Xing and Bo Gao's opinion!"

Cao Fei leaned over and picked up a piece of soil, broke it and sprinkled it out.

"No matter what kind of Taoist dictum, we only know that once the eldest prince goes up, the situation in the court will be tense again, and the source of all this is your Xing and Bo."

Fang Xing nodded slightly.

"Those people are afraid that you will be the teacher of the future prince, but the imperial concubine is not afraid, but she just doesn't have this opportunity."

Cao Fei seemed to be an old man Zhu Zhanji trusted, so even Sun in the palace dared to make fun of him.

"If you Xing and Bo become the prince's teacher, Confucians will worry that their job will not be guaranteed, and the prince's situation will be very difficult at that time."

“So what?”

Fang Xing's attitude was very firm, "I've taught the prince!"

"You have taught the prince, but who can help me clear it?"

Cao Fei said with a headache: "We all know that those people are staring at the position of the Prince's Teacher, but Your Majesty has long decided to make your Xing and Bo. Why, it's a headache!"

“A smooth sailing is not innovation!”

Fang Xing shook his hand slightly, as if he was trying to shake off something, and then took a big step to get rid of the small earthblock.

Cao Fei watched him walk down, and saw Jin Youzi and others coming from afar, and smiled and said, "You are dreaming of the same bed and a different dream, and you are not aware of it!"

Since the weather has not yet warmed up, the soil below is still frozen and hard. In order to stabilize the foundation, Fang Xing and Jin Youzi discussed it and decided to stop rolling in the entire section and only dig the earth.

So the progress of the project was greatly accelerated.

As long as the work stops, it will be a happy day for the people. As for other things, at most, it will be boring gossip.

"I heard that the prince is going to be established."

"Good thing, they said this is the foundation of the country, and it will be safe if the Ming Dynasty is established."

"But those scholars are panicked! They say that this country is not good."

"Let's talk nonsense. How old is the eldest prince? What's the good or bad?"

"They are worried that Xing and Bo will become the prince's teacher."

...

Fang Xing was still the same, checking on the construction site every day, as if he was really here to supervise the worker in Shandong.

But building a road requires Fang Xing and Jin Youzi, and Yan Dajian is here to supervise the worker, which is a bit bigger.

So Jin Youzi went around to inspect and would inevitably gather local gentry to speak whenever he went.

"Be brave and diligent, and don't study hard!"

In the government office of Dongchang Prefecture, dark people stood all over the open space in front of the lobby.

The prefect led the officials to stand in front, and behind them were the well-known local gentry.

Jin Youzi's white beard trembled with the rhythm of his speech, hard, like a frozen brush.

"Reading to understand the truth is the first, and the second is the article, but the article is not rigid."

Jin Youzi held his left hand tightly, his palm facing upwards, and then slowly popped his thumb and said, "The first thing is the title of the article. Don't do anything about romance, don't do anything about mountains and flowing waters. What you want is the country and the people."

His eyes were sharp and his voice was powerful.

"The words of the saints should be kept in mind, think about the national economy and people's livelihood, and don't mention the principles of being a human being. That's bullshit!"

Well!

There was a noise below, and the gentry were wondering if the old man above was a fake Jin Youzi.

But Jin Youzi said extremely firmly: "I turned around and wrote a letter back to Beijing. I would like to remind my colleagues that the future trials should be close to the national economy and people's livelihood, and to teach students how to master current affairs. If you don't understand, then go home and teach some boys to read and make a living, or go farming by themselves!"

There was another noise below, and the prefect turned around and said in a deep voice: "Quiet."

This is why county officials are better off now.

Jin Youzi's dignified prime minister spoke loudly, but the prefect, who was much less powerful than his official position, just glanced at the gentry, and the scene became quiet.
Chapter completed!