Fang Xing wrote a letter to Zhu Zhanji, the general idea was: I think your teacher is not the inventor's material, so for the future of the Ming Dynasty, your child will study it quickly and teach the knowledge to more people.

Although Fang Xing felt that he had no halo, he believed that with the intelligence of the Chinese, as long as he passed on his knowledge, a few geniuses would sooner or later turn that would transform this knowledge into industrial power and arm the Ming Dynasty with steel.

Look, the little princess who was playing with the big girl learned to disassemble the telescope with her friends without any instruction.

Genius!

Everyone looked at the little princess who was playing with a doting look, feeling that her hands were really coincidental.

Zhang Shuhui looked at the little princess with a loving heart, then couldn't help but touch her belly, with some reverie in her heart.

After the couple looked at each other in a sympathetic manner, Fang Xing was also a little depressed.

When will my baby come out?

However, thinking that he was still young, Fang Xing no longer thought about these troubled things, because even more troubled things had already come.

Jia Quan appeared secretly at the door of Fang's backyard like a ground mouse. This guy first looked at the little princess who was dismantling the telescope with Xiaohua, and then waved at Fang Xing sneakily.

There will be no good things when Jia Quan comes!

Fang Xing's heart skipped a beat, and then he said to Zhang Shuhui: "I have something to do to go out."

After leaving the backyard, Jia Quan said in a liaison tone: "Mr. Fang, Your Highness the Crown Prince, please come."

Why!

Fang Xing looked at the sky speechlessly, thinking to himself, could I become your Zhu Gaochi’s personal secretary?

However, in order to protect him in the future, Fang Xing followed him to the palace.

When he arrived in the prince's uterus, Fang Xing saw the mess all over the ground.

Is this a tantrum?

When Zhu Gaochi saw Fang Xing in, he put down the paperweight in his hand, stood up and said, "Mr. Fang, Zhanji is in trouble this time."

Fang Xing was puzzled, "Isn't the grandson next to His Majesty? Where did the trouble come from?"

Zhu Zhanji waved back the serving person and then said, "I just received the news that Xue Lu fell ill, and there was a conflict within the young army."

"Young Army?"

Fang Xing remembered Chen Xiao's words at that time and asked, "Isn't the young army the grandson?"

Zhu Gaochi waved his hand and said, "That's just a name, but in fact it's still practiced under Xue Lu's control."

I'm dizzy!

"Is it the kind of name that doesn't get any benefits but will take the blame?"

There will be too many such things in the future. For example, if someone has a leadership position in a certain group, he doesn't care about things at all and is not qualified to take care of them. But once something happens, this person will most likely be implicated.

Poor Zhu Zhanji!

Fang Xing sighed: "There are countless generals in the capital, so you can ask them to go to the camp to persuade them."

The young army had already reached tens of thousands of people at this time, and I heard that it would be classified as abolished government army in the future.

Zhu Gaochi's cheeks trembled and shook his head and said, "When the generals in the capital heard about this, they all said they were sick at home."

"These are all fence-mounted guys!"

Fang Xing felt that this was really strange, so he asked, "Is Xue Lu a real or a fake disease?"

"It's really sick, he dare not make false claims on this matter."

Zhu Gaochi dared to guarantee this. If Xue Lu dared to pretend to be sick, Zhu Gaochi vowed that he would let him know what the way of a minister was in the years to come.

Zhu Gaochi pressed the table with both hands and said with anticipation: "Mr. Fang, you are Zhanji's teacher. I want you to go to the young army camp in this capacity to calm this matter down, okay?"

"No! No wonder they all pretend to be sick. The procedure for this matter is wrong!"

Fang Xing looked at Zhu Gaochi with a bright look: "Your Highness, why don't you ask the Governor's Office of the Five Army to deal with it?"

Zhu Gaochi said helplessly: "Once this matter is reported to the Governor's Office, he will definitely go to Da Father, so I..."

Damn it!

Fang Xing felt that the cold sweat had wet his back, and he said in fear: "Your Highness, I'm afraid someone did this on purpose."

Zhu Gaochi was very smart, but he was confused when he was concerned. He slapped his thighs and a little bit of pain flashed across his face: "Yes! I originally wanted to ask you to suppress this matter, but even if I suppress it, after my father found out, tsk!"

The key is that the reporting procedure for this matter is incorrect. It should have been reported to the Governor's Office or the Ministry of War first, but who would have thought that he would come to the prince?

There is a traitor!

And it's the one who reported the news.

Fang Xing looked at Zhu Gaochi with pity. The prince was really like walking on a tightrope.

So pitiful!

Of course, Zhu Gaochi thought of this, so he was not anxious. He just asked someone to turn things around, and then asked Princess Fang Xing to ask about the situation with a smile.

Of course, Fang Xing would not interfere in this matter again, otherwise he would definitely be buried by someone digging a hole, so he also smiled and talked about the interesting story of the little princess.

"Oh! Wanwan actually ate so much lunch?"

It was agreed to wean Wan in advance, so Zhu Gaochi was a little worried about whether his daughter would not adapt, but unexpectedly, she had a big appetite.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Not to mention five years old, you should slowly wean after you are one year old, otherwise the milk will not provide sufficient nutrients and the child's body will not be strong."

"That's the reason."

After the two chatted for a while, Fang Xing returned home with half a car of rewards.

When I got home, I realized that I had missed Wanwan's convoy. Fang Xing lazily explained: "Please take all the things."

Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai took the maid to sort out the rewards, but they were too lazy to do it. After making the book, they put the things in a special room.

"This royal reward is too much, and it's also a headache!"

Zhang Shuhui feels that the number of rewards she has received in her family is almost comparable to that of the Duke of England.

This is what the so-called aesthetic fatigue is. The key is that these things are valuable and cannot be sold, just a show-off.

"It's better to give some food and silver."

Xiaobai also agrees with Zhang Shuhui's view very much.

Fang Xing was correcting Ma Su's homework. He smiled and said, "But who almost burned incense a few days ago to worship him?"

Zhang Shuhui blushed and argued: "I have seen many royal rewards at my parents' home before, but isn't this my own family?"

The honors you receive are definitely different.

Fang Xing handed Ma Su a good homework, and then looked at his radiant wife, a burst of pride surged in his heart.

No matter how hard a man works outside, what he wants is to make his parents, wife and children proud of him!

Ma Su still had to teach the servants, so he left quickly.

The servants are the seeds that Fang Xing intends to cultivate, so they have now started teaching them all the courses.

Fang Xing himself was also involved in the process of editing books.

"Young Master, something wrong with the next door family is going on!"

"On the next door?"

Fang Xing put down the signature pen, then locked the notebook into the cabinet, and then went out.
Chapter completed!