Hearing Princess Gaoyang's words, Fang Jun was heartbroken: "How can Madam look at me like this? Although I dare not claim to be a moral gentleman, I am by no means a philanderer. It must be those despicable people outside who have slandered me. Madam, I must
Don’t be affected.”
Princess Gao Yang raised her eyebrows: "Oh? Mr. Lang said that Sister Changle is a despicable person?"
Fang Jun: "..."
Look! That girl suddenly came to the door. Sure enough, she was up to no good. She actually came to complain.
"Ha~ I'm a little hungry, please pass on the food quickly."
"Is Mr. Lang feeling guilty?"
"Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me say that I am asking for nothing. Your Highness should trust your humble ministers. You should not listen to rumors and feel dissatisfied."
"Why am I not dissatisfied? I wish you could marry Sizi back. Then, together with Sister Changle, you will be the third princess of the Fang family... Tsk, tsk, throughout the ages, I am afraid there are not many men as powerful as you.
Woolen cloth."
"Why is Mei Niang missing?"
"Don't interrupt."
"Your Highness, I am hungry..."
"Pfft! Don't call yourself 'Weichen'. Every time you call yourself 'Weichen', you will make a fuss... By the way, you don't also call yourself 'Weichen' with Sister Changle, right?"
"..."
Why are women always so quick-thinking and able to draw inferences about other cases in this regard?
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After a heated exchange of words, Fang Jun was defeated, but he was actually the one who was willing to admit defeat. He did his best to win back the victory between the beds that night.
The next morning, when Princess Gaoyang got up from the bed, she was annoyed that someone didn't understand the beauty of women. She learned that someone got up before dawn and didn't even use breakfast. After a simple wash, he left the house with his soldiers.
.
Princess Gaoyang, whose whole body ached, groaned a few times and spat.
Yesterday, I denied it in every possible way and refused to admit it. Now it seems that I have a guilty conscience...
*****
Fang Jun got up from the bed early in the morning. He did not disturb the sleeping Princess Gaoyang, nor did he meet Wu Meiniang and Jin Shengman. After a simple wash, he left the house with his soldiers, rode out of Chongrenfang and went straight to Chunming Gate.
, left the city as soon as the city gate opened, and went straight to Lishan Farm.
The snow on the official road has long been pressed hard by the traffic of people, horses and vehicles, and is as smooth as ice. The iron hoofs of the war horses splash on the ground, causing a cloud of snow foam and ice particles, but they dare not move forward at full speed. The sky is as gloomy as lead, and there seems to be wind.
Snow is brewing.
The climate in Guanzhong has been very different in the past two years. Rains are frequent in summer, rivers swell, and winters are cold and windy, with heavy snow. Fortunately, the river has been dredged many times and has not burst its banks too many times. Even if the banks break, they can be repaired in a short time.
Emergency repairs were carried out without causing catastrophic consequences. Jing Zhaoyin was also able to work together and work diligently to provide timely rescue to people suffering from floods and snow disasters. Therefore, fewer people died due to disasters than before.
"Man can conquer nature" is an unreasonable hope. Manpower is irresistible in the face of the power of heaven and earth. However, a responsible government and a group of responsible officials can give the people a chance to survive in the face of natural disasters.
When he reached the Ba Bridge, Fang Jun reined in his horse and stopped, watching carefully.
The blown-up bridge has been rebuilt, and the new wooden structure bridge will not be delayed due to the cold winter. The craftsmen of this era have magical skills. However, wood is still wood after all. Due to its own material problems, the load-bearing capacity of the bridge
There are a limited number of bridge guards stationed at both ends of the bridge to strictly control the number of people and vehicles crossing the bridge at the same time.
I still have to deliver a memorandum to the Political Hall, suggesting that the construction of a stone bridge must be restarted after the spring. As there are many prisoners around Chang'an, perhaps a few more "production and construction corps" can be formed to contribute to the development of Guanzhong.
.
Otherwise, those prisoners of the Jin Dynasty's rebel army are really difficult to deal with, and they must not be killed. The Tang Dynasty is short of everything now, just the population, but it cannot be released in vain to the families of various places.
Chance……
After passing Baqiao, follow the official road to the foot of Lishan Mountain, follow the smooth mountain path up the mountain, and go straight to Fangjia Farm.
The air in Lishan Mountain in the early morning is cold and snowy everywhere, but the road in front of the farm and the open space are already full of people. People in and outside Zhuangzi, on the mountain and at the bottom of the mountain gather here, and all kinds of daily necessities are simple.
To put it out, simply put a piece of cloth on the ground, and a little more elaborately use wooden boards to build a platform and place the goods on it, shouting loudly, and it was full of enthusiasm.
Fang Jun likes such scenes full of life the most, in which ordinary people's families are filled with ordinary happiness, living and working in peace and contentment, and all industries are prosperous. This is the standard that a "prosperous age" should have, rather than a group of groveling rotten scholars rendering it on paper with pen and ink
Despite the so-called prosperous age, the people were actually in poverty, land annexation was serious, the throne was strictly divided, and the system was rigid and unprogressive...
"Don't go back to Zhuangzi. Let's find a shop to have some breakfast."
"Here."
The soldiers all slowed down their horses. Erlang said he was looking for a shop, but everyone knew which shop he was going to, so he walked through the market and went straight to a bun shop.
In fact, before Fang Jun set up a farm here, steamed buns with fillings were called "steamed buns" and steamed buns were called "steamed cakes." However, Fang Jun insisted on calling this kind of steamed buns with fillings steamed buns. Over time, everyone also did the same.
Name...
More than ten war horses came to the door and stood in front of the door. The proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop saw the leader Fang Jun at a glance, and immediately ran out of the shop, her face filled with joy: "Erlang hasn't been here for a long time, hurry up.
You have to try the steamed buns that have just come out of the cage, stuffed with venison!"
Fang Jun swung his stirrup up from the saddle and flew off his horse. As he walked into the shop, he asked curiously: "Venison? The shops in Chang'an City don't dare to sell venison stuffing. Who can afford it?"
The proprietress smiled and let him into the room. She wiped the table with a rag carefully and said with a smile: "A group of young people were hunting in the mountains these past two days and shot a lot of deer, deer, roe deer and the like. They were probably
When I couldn't finish it, I had it sold, and it was sold at ordinary prices. Many shops on the street bought some, and the prices were not expensive, and they were almost the same as ordinary pork fillings."
Fang Jun sat down, and the other soldiers sat on the left and right, becoming more and more curious: "Hunting in this Lishan Mountain? This is not something ordinary people can do."
Lishan has good geomantic omen, and the royal family has built many palaces and villas here. Although there is no express provision prohibiting private hunting, no one would be asking for trouble if they were chasing prey and accidentally reached the palace grounds and were captured by the imperial guards.
Next, that would be troublesome.
So anyone who dares to hunt in Lishan Mountain must not be an ordinary person...
"Who knows? But they all look like young people. Those in their teens and twenties are the most lawless years. Erlang was even more arrogant than them back then!"
The landlady's family had been favored by Fang Jun many times and knew that Fang Jun was the most approachable, so she said with a smile.
The boss opened the drawer outside the door, hot white air rose out, and the aroma of venison filled the air. He brought a drawer of buns to Fang Jun, with a smile on his wrinkled old face, and said cautiously: "Erlang,
Please use!"
Fang Jun picked up the chopsticks, glanced at the boss, and asked: "What is your age this year?"
The boss hurriedly said: "How dare you speak noble words in front of Erlang? You can live to be forty years old."
Fang Jun looked at the landlady who was not young but had a good figure, and teased: "Isn't it possible that your special wife was secretly older when she proposed marriage? Look at the appearance and figure of the landlady.
You old man took advantage of me!"
"Ha ha!"
The soldiers and the diners in the restaurant burst into laughter.
The landlady blushed and said with a smile: "Although this guy is old, his advantage is that he knows how to feel cold and hot, and knows how to care for others. We will not lose in this life."
The boss scratched his head honestly and smiled contentedly.
Fang Jun took a bite of the bun, stretched out his thumb, and praised: "The bun tastes first-class. You and your wife also know how to be content with what you have. Don't worry about making a living in this village. I will guarantee that you will have no worries for the rest of your life."
"We are all refugees. We were originally homeless. We were either sold as slaves and reduced to low status, or died of cold and hunger and fell on the roadside. God had the vision to let us come to this Lishan Mountain and enter this village. It was all because of Erlang's blessing.
It's safe and sound, and as long as you're not lazy, you can earn a living. Where in the world is there a better place than this?"
"It is said that Erlang is the 'Buddha of all families'. In my opinion, Erlang is the living Bodhisattva!"
The diners in the store booed and praised Fang Jun with emotion.
It is said that the Tang Dynasty was in its prosperous age, but how many people died of cold and starvation during the prosperous age? Only with the protection of a powerful figure like Fang Jun, this world can avoid exploitation by officials and oppression by aristocratic families, and can earn a living with its own hands.
A share of the family business.
The atmosphere was very lively. The proprietress glanced outside and suddenly said: "The young gentlemen who sold us venison are here!"
Fang Jun raised his head and took a look outside, and saw a group of young men in bright clothes and angry horses roaring towards them. They stopped outside the shop, dismounted one after another, and then looked at the more than ten horses in front of the door in wonder, and then walked in together arm in arm.
Inside the store.
I looked carefully and didn't recognize anyone.
Things like "dandy" are updated very quickly, or the family suffers a sharp decline in guilt, or the fathers are sent to other places to follow, or they are transferred to the capital as officials according to the order. Some people leave, some come, and they can always stand in the "
There are only a handful of people in the "dandy" circle, and they are all the top families and people.
Obviously, this group of people is not included.
But those who have the courage to hunt in Lishan Mountain are obviously not ordinary people...
A group of dandies entered the store. The leader was sixteen or seventeen years old, with a handsome appearance. He glanced around and locked eyes with Fang Jun. He stepped forward and clasped his fists familiarly: "This gentleman, you are polite."
The atmosphere in the store instantly became tense. The soldiers put down their bowls and chopsticks one after another and stared at the handsome young man with piercing eyes. As long as Fang Jun gave an order or the young man made any unusual movements, they would swarm forward and subdue him.
A group of dandies were very keen. One of them, a dark-faced young man, felt that the hair on the back of his neck stood up. The inexplicable danger made him subconsciously put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist...