The next day, while his father was out, Fang Zheng got up early, greeted Xiao Lu, and took Xiao Wu to inspect Fang Mansion again.
Since Xiao Wu was promoted to the rank of servant, his net worth has skyrocketed and his residence has also been changed. He has been arranged to live in a wing next to Fang Zheng's courtyard so that Master Fang can be at his disposal at any time.
Young Master Fang recently had a new project. In the past few days, he found that the servants in the mansion seemed to be very afraid of him. Maybe it was because Fang Zheng's predecessor was so famous that he didn't even need to be shocked when he appeared.
It was like meeting the King of Hell, everyone worshiped him, his aura was much more powerful than that of the King of Hell.
After understanding the reality of his lack of popularity, Fang Zheng learned the hard way and determined to change this dissatisfying status quo. Of course, change must start with himself.
It is better to get up and walk than to sit down. So, on this morning when the sun was rising and the air was fresh, Young Master Fang took his little five and a half around the pavilions, waterside pavilions, cloisters and gardens of Fang Mansion.
After half an hour, both of them were exhausted.
Xiao Wu gasped and couldn't help but said: "Master, where are we going?" Seeing this unattractive young master walking in circles and making irregular circular movements, Xiao Wu was a little worried.
, isn’t the young master planning to cause trouble again?
Fang Zheng was also breathing heavily, and smiled confidently after hearing this: "Young Master, I will do something important today that will bring us closer to the people."
The specific way to do this big thing is to keep going in circles? Xiaowu didn't quite understand it, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. The two of them kept going around and around...
After the time of three sticks of incense.
"Huh? This pavilion looks familiar. Did we just pass by it?" Fang Zheng exclaimed in surprise.
We have passed eight times! Xiaowu was so tired that he just wanted to lie down and take a nap. He had no energy to answer the young master's question. What on earth did the young master want to do?
"Um...Xiao Wu,...how to get to the West Courtyard?" Fang Zheng was a little embarrassed, but couldn't help but ask, he was too tired.
"..."
Xiaowu looked up at the sky in silence. This young master is indeed out of tune. If you are lost, just tell him. Do you deserve to suffer the consequences for saving face?
Fang Zheng was also very confused. Why did his father build the Fang Mansion in such a big way when he had nothing to do? Who does his only precious son belong to when he is exhausted?
Under Xiao Wu's guidance, the master and servant finally arrived at the west courtyard.
The west courtyard of the Fang Mansion is mainly for the servants. The people here are very mixed. All the servants who work in the Fang Mansion and have a relatively low status live here, including nurses, handymen, cooks, coachmen, sweepers, and water pourers.
Flowers, etc., there are always such class classifications in any era and in any place. When Xiao Wu was working as a handyman, he also lived in the west courtyard. It was not until Fang Zheng transferred him to work as a boy that he moved to the east courtyard.
Generally speaking, the servants who live in the east courtyard are much higher than those in the west courtyard in terms of status, monthly salary or welfare.
Obviously, the West Courtyard is much run down compared to the East Courtyard. Mr. Geinfang seldom sets foot in it, so he is not very concerned about the place where his servants live. Fortunately, the people who live here are hard-working. Although it looks shabby, it is actually
Also clean.
The servants had already gotten up and were busy with their own tasks. The nurses had nothing to do and were practicing boxing on a wide ground. Next to them, a tall and burly man was correcting the moves of the nurses one by one.
Fang Zheng secretly admired: "It is the working people who are the most simple!"
Clapping his palms, Fang Zheng said loudly: "Good morning everyone, have you had breakfast?"
Everyone was surprised when they saw it was Young Master Fang. The three masters of the Fang family rarely come to the West Courtyard. What kind of wind is blowing today?
Fang Zheng was a little shocked when he saw that everyone didn't react much. Is this guy really so unpopular?
Fang Zheng said unhappily: "Hey, I said you should at least make a sound and give me some reaction, okay?"
Everyone woke up from a dream and bowed to Fang Zheng one after another to say hello.
Well, this young master is quite satisfied with this reaction. Fang Zheng nodded and continued: "Young master I am here today. I have no other intention. I want to express my condolences to everyone. You have worked hard."
Everyone looked at Master Fang in shock, as if he were a leader inspecting the work, shaking hands with them as he walked, and his words were full of official flavor: "Thank you for your hard work, work hard!"
"Come on! I'm optimistic about you!"
"You must be bold and careful in your work, and don't be afraid of making mistakes. Who can avoid making mistakes? If you correct yourself, you will be a good comrade."
"Kid, that's good. How old are you?".
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After a long while, Young Master Fang got used to being a leader, and then he was satisfied and walked away. Xiao Wu followed him with a black line.
After Fang Zheng left, the servants in the West Courtyard all whispered to each other: "Master, what's going on?"
"Yes, my mind was nagging early in the morning, as if I was possessed by a demon."
"What did the young master mean when he just said 'come on'? Could it be that there is too little oil in the dishes today?"
"Yes, yes, it's puzzling."
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"Master, what show were you acting in just now?" Xiao Wu couldn't help but ask on the way back. He ran to the west courtyard and chatted a few words. Is this the "big event" that the master said?
Fang Zheng smiled proudly: "I don't understand? This is called 'going down to the grassroots and sending warmth'. I used to... uh, people often did this in the previous dynasty. It's easy to have a casual chat and get closer to everyone."
Xiao Wu was confused when he heard this, but he kept nodding his head. I have to say that this kid is quite clever.
Three days later in the morning, Mr. Fang came to the small courtyard where Fang Zheng lived. Fang Zheng was still sleeping in his dream. After time travel, he gradually developed a good habit of sleeping in. He would not go up to three poles a day and never get up. Xiao
Lu tried to urge him a few times at first, but later he saw that Young Master Fang couldn't wake up from the thunder and was sleeping soundly on the bed, so he had to let it go.
Fang Zheng laughed happily in his dream. There are only two things that can make him laugh out loud in his dreams. One is money, which in this era is called silver or banknotes, and the other is beauty. The more beautiful she is, the better.
, the less you wear, the better.
When Mr. Fang stepped into Fang Zheng's house, he saw Fang Zheng smiling with his eyes closed, occasionally snoring, mumbling something unknown, and a line of crystal clear saliva was slowly flowing along the corner of his mouth.
A drop fell on the pillow.
Xiao Lu was still standing behind Mr. Fang with an indifferent expression. She saw that the pillow under Fang Zheng's head was mostly soaked with saliva, and he was still smacking his lips unconsciously. Xiao Lu's unwavering eyes flashed quickly.
A trace of smile. Fang Zheng has been treating her better and better these days. No one is made of wood, not to mention that Xiao Lu is only fifteen years old, so Xiao Lu's attitude towards the young master is much kinder than before.
Looking at Fang Zheng's unflattering sleeping appearance, Mr. Fang frowned, poured a bowl of cold water from the table, rushed forward without saying a word, took off Fang Zheng's quilt, and then looked at him.
Without blinking, he poured the bowl of cold water on Fang Zheng's face.
"Oops! It's leaking! Xiao Lu, call someone to repair the house quickly!" Fang Zheng jumped up from the bed in panic, yelling at Xiao Lu without even opening his eyes.
"What do you call it! Bastard! Look at how high the sun has risen and you're still sleeping!" Mr. Fang scolded him with a serious face.
"Eh? Dad? Why are you here?" After Fang Zheng fully woke up, he saw Master Fang glaring at him angrily. Fang Zheng pointed to the top of his head guiltily: "What, the house is leaking..."
Mr. Fang didn't pay attention to him at all. When he saw that he was awake, Mr. Fang turned around and walked out. As he walked, he gave an order: "I will give you half a stick of incense. After you finish dressing and washing, come to the front hall to see me."
Fang Zheng watched his father go out, turned around and asked Xiaolu quietly: "Why didn't you tell the news earlier?"
What answered him was Xiaolu's cute eye roll.
After dressing and washing, Fang Zheng went to the front hall, said hello to his parents, and stood aside to listen to his father's teachings.
Mr. Fang was so proud today that he didn't scold him again, but simply told Fang Zheng to follow him out.
Walking outside the gate, Fang Zheng saw a carriage hitched at the door. The carriage was loaded with a dazzling array of gifts, silk cloths, cakes, and even a lot of jewelry. A group of Fang Mansion's nursing staff were lining up with their heads held high to wait for Fang Zheng.
There are two father and son in the family.
"Who is daddy going to pay New Year's greetings to?"
"Shut up! Follow me and don't talk too much." Master Fang scolded him unceremoniously.
Halfway through, Fang Zheng found out that his father was going to take him to Master Chen's house for a apprenticeship ceremony.
"Dad, you are so polite. With such a large car as a gift, Mr. Chen will probably smile crookedly."
"Shut up! Master Chen is renowned throughout Jinling for his virtues and literary talent. When you go to Master Chen's house, don't talk nonsense and make people annoying. Remember this!" Dad warned worriedly.
"Dad, please don't worry, the child will definitely not fart!"
Master Fang secretly shook his head and sighed. He had such a rude, unlearned and unskilled son. He had not done enough good deeds in his previous life.
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