Chapter 170

Fang's village was silent. After Fang woke up from the carriage, he saw Zhang Shuhui standing outside the door with Xiaobai, with a pile of servant girls behind him.

Zhang Shuhui smiled and said, "congratulations on your successful return."

"Congratulations, young master!"

After the neat cry, Fang Xing held Zhang Shuhui, touched Xiaobai's head and said, "it's just a contest with a winning ticket. It's not worth being so grand."

Zhang Shuhui got up and said, "my husband is working hard. I have prepared a banquet."

"Banquet? OK."

But when Fang woke up, he found that Zhu Zhanji had arrived first and was looking at the bottle of wine on the table.

"Cough!"

Fang woke up a few steps to grab it and protect the bottle of wine.

"This is a good wine for many years. One drink for each person later."

When Zhu Zhanji saw Fang Xing, he was first delighted, and then said, "brother Dehua, my little brother is restless today. This bottle of wine can be regarded as a reward?"

"Dream!"

The banquet is open. It's called a celebration banquet. Of course, it's enough wine.

After drinking a bottle of good wine, the next step is the rice wine brewed by the villa.

Zhu Zhanji asked in a low voice, "brother Dehua, I understand the truth that scholars stick together and seek personal interests for themselves, but how can we avoid it?"

Fang woke up a little drunk. He first beat Liu Pu with chopsticks who wanted to steal the glass of wine in front of him, and then said, "it's very difficult. You have to know that people seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. After the formation of the environment, no one can change."

"It's better to build a cage, a cage that can monitor rights, than wait for them to sit up."

Fang Xing feels that Zhu Zhanji's idea is a little outrageous. As a trace of human existence, corruption is estimated to continue until human beings disappear.

This thing can only be restrained by finding a way, but don't think it can be broken.

"How many did emperor Taizu Gao kill in those years?"

Referring to Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor who killed the most corrupt officials in history, Zhu Zhanji also said with lingering fear: "at that time, there were still peeling and filling grass as a warning, but it still couldn't break the greed of those officials."

"As long as people still eat cereals, they can't stop!"

Fang Xing came to a conclusion on this matter.

Zhu Zhanji was a little melancholy. He took a mouthful of rice wine that didn't taste very good.

"Cough! Brother Dehua, why haven't you gone to the barracks since you came back from Jiaozhi?"

Fang woke up and said with a smile, "if the former recruits were all right, but now the combat effectiveness of the thousand headquarters in Jubaoshan is not small. If I continue to stay inside, one day I will take my head out and lead the troops into the city?"

Zhu Zhanji was silent. Fang Xing was not Zhu Di's person. If he was allowed to control the thousands of firearms outside the city, not to mention Zhu Di, even the people of the Ministry of war and the governor's office of the Fifth Army would not be at ease.

Northern expedition!

At this time, both thought of the northern expedition.

After dinner, Fang Xing took Zhu Zhanji to Zhu GUI and demonstrated the convenience of flint gun on the spot.

"You don't need a fire rope. You can start a fire even if it doesn't rain much. Moreover, it simplifies many steps and increases the frequency of launch."

Zhu Zhanji tried to fight a fire, looked at the Mars and said excitedly, "brother Dehua, this is the same truth as the sickle!"

Fang woke up and said with a smile, "it's a truth, but no one thought of using it on the gun. Moreover, the life of the shrapnel is not long, so it almost has to be replaced, otherwise it will break."

Zhu Zhanji thought of those things taught by Fang Xingjiao and blurted out: "this is a grid thing?"

Fang woke up and said, "I taught you physics, and you can understand it as a grid thing. But my grid thing is different from that of Confucianism!"

Confucianism has been passed down to the present, and the so-called objects have a taste of later psychology.

——Metaphysical, and a philosophical face! Its good name is: Confucianism and Taoism!

Zhu Zhanji couldn't let go of the exquisite flint device. If it weren't for its size, which was much larger than the sickle, he would certainly take one back.

After seeing Zhu Zhanji off, Fang woke up and prepared to go with Jia Quan to see Hong Bingzheng in the prison of Ying Tianfu.

"I need to know who's behind me."

Fang Xing stood outside the prison and watched Jia Quan take out the sign and give the jailer a small piece of silver. He felt that Zhu Zhanji's ideal of clearing all officials in the world was a joke.

"People's hearts are the most complicated!"

Following the jailer into the dark prison, Fang Xing first smelled a stench, just like a person who hadn't taken a bath for several years.

"Oh!"

After retching, Fang woke up and magically found that the jailer and Jia Quan seemed immune to it.

Jia Quan looked at the numb eyes on both sides and said, "Mr. Fang, if the people from the royal guards can't stand the smell, they will have been driven out long ago."

There are cells on both sides. Behind the rough wooden railings, seven or eight people crowded into one room and sat on the straw.

And those straws have long lost their original color.

Walking outside the innermost cell, Fang woke up and saw Hong Bingzheng.

This cell is probably the safest, and there are only four people in it. It can be called a "luxury suite".

The jailer said with a flattering smile, "Jia Baihu, this is the place where serious criminals stay."

At noon, Jia Quancai sent Hong Bingzheng, so the jailer knew his identity and had a very good attitude.

However, Jia Quan's trip is private, so the benefits should be given, or the rules will be broken.

Rules are more important than everything. That's the hidden rule!

At this time, Hong Bingzheng has lost his morning high spirits, and he has lost his "integrity". After seeing Fang wake up, he rushed over and grabbed the railing and shouted, "Mr. Fang, we are just a dispute of spirit. We are both members of a famous religion. Why do you have to kill them all?"

Fang Xing squatted down, facing Hong Bingzheng's four eyes, and suddenly said with a smile, "you have the face to say it's a dispute of spirit and Qi at this time? But if you frame up successfully, do you know what I will face?"

Hong Bingzheng's lips wriggled, but he could not refute it.

This morning, Fang woke up. Once he was defeated, he would be discredited. Moreover, the teachers and students of the Imperial College would create public opinion so that he could not have a foothold in Jinling or even in the south.

And there is another unpredictable factor, that is Zhu Di.

How dare you lie to my grandson?

What would Zhu Di do in his anger? Everyone can think of it with his ass.

Fang Xing is very likely to be killed!

"If I am defeated, you should be full of friends at the moment, pushing cups and changing lamps, happily teasing the defeated general of my men, right?"

Hong Bingzheng was speechless. He could only keep a straight face and wanted to maintain his final dignity.

Fang woke up and said, "I just want to know one thing today."

Hong Bingzheng hung his eyes and said nothing.

"Who gave you my exercise?"

After investigating Hong Bingzheng's background, Fang woke up to know that he could never have done the theft of exercises.

While in the Imperial College, Fang woke up just to blow his arrogance, so he planted it on him.

Hong Bingzheng still didn't speak. The other three prisoners in the cell huddled together and covered their ears, indicating that we didn't hear.

Knowing too much is also the way to die!