The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Life in Xishan is fulfilling.

The talents not only liked Mr. Bai Riwang's class, but also liked Mr. Liu's and Mr. Jiang's classes about making eight shares at night.

Most of the seventy or eighty people present here are losers of the imperial examination, and most of them are like Liu Jie. They belong to the type of people who give up treatment.

Jiang Chen and Liu Wenshan, however, are very interesting in what they teach, and everyone listens very carefully.

After school that day, Liu Jie returned to Liu Mansion from Xishan.

At this time, Liu Jian just got the value.

In these few days, for Jianzhou's affairs, Liu Jian could be said to have broken his heart. Because he was besieged by the siege, there was almost no news. At this time ... quite a bit destiny.

Now the court was afraid of any urgent report from Jinzhou. Once an urgent report of Jinzhou's fall came, it was almost a fiasco for the entire Ming Dynasty, let alone hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians there.

Thinking of these, Liu Jian is worried.

Seeing his son come back, he looked muddy and seemed to be preparing to take a bath. Liu Jian found him and barely squeezed out a smile: "Going to Xishan again?"

"Yes." Liu Jie saluted his father.

Liu Jian looked at his son, although he had a kind smile, but behind this smile, there was a little bit of sigh.

Poor own son does not scramble.

Thinking of Li Dongyang's son, he won the Jinshi, and Wang Ao's nephew, Xie Qian, let alone this guy.

It is said that family studies have a connection, why don't you have it?

"In Xishan, gentlemen taught you something."

Liu Jie was silent for a while before saying: "Daytime dug the flue."

Liu Jian couldn't help but be surprised: "Can you learn by digging the flue?"

"Yes, the flue was dug up to make the ground warm. The underground of Xishan was filled with many flues, and there was a big chimney in the Liuli workshop. It is said that a large amount of charcoal was smelted. The hot gas was passed through The flue is spread to the greenhouses everywhere, which not only wastes heat, but also produces fruits and vegetables in the greenhouses. At the same time, Fengchenghou can also use this as a research crop. "

"Unexpectedly, there are so many ways inside." Liu Jian said with emotion: "They are all people who are willing to do things. Fang Jifan, this kid, has no merit elsewhere, but this one is very desirable."

Liu Jie pursed his lips and seemed to be somewhat dissatisfied with his father's "defamation" of the teacher, but after all he still held back and said nothing.

"Only learned this? How do you feel that this is Fang Jifan let you work for free?"

"At night, I learned to do eight shares, and they were edited by Jiang Chen and Liu Wenshan. They said that making eight shares is no different from arable land. They are all good at making practice. The reason why I can't pass the exam is that I am not familiar enough. I was familiar with it, so I pointed out some things that need to be avoided, and then distributed the paper to let us do it. They had ten questions and asked us to write an eight-share daily. "

"..." Liu Jian couldn't help but tremble his lips: "Ba Gu is a classic of talent, in their mouth, it has become cultivated land."

Liu Jie was right: "It might as well be cultivated land, cultivated land is at least useful to people's livelihood, eight shares are completely useless ..."

"..." Liu Jian couldn't help laughing, these scholars are really arrogant.

Liu Jie also said: "But since it is useless, gentlemen have to use a useless method to deal with it, and must not be thinking of the saint's way in their hearts when they are doing eight shares. It is an article that has nothing to do with the saint's way. There is no use for it. The more you look at it with this objective vision, you will find that the craft of making eight shares is the same thing. "

Liu Jian couldn't help staring at him and said, "Write ten essays on the 10th? These eight essays are not so useless. Your young people are too extreme. If you say this, you will suffer sooner or later."

Instead, Liu Jie smiled and said, "Gentlemen know that some people will say so, so they said, don't listen to those who rely on the old and the old ..."

"This ..." Liu Jian was speechless for a moment.

If these gentlemen say, is it a precaution?

At this time, Liu Jie busy said: "The son is filthy, and go to bath, father, you drink tea."

Let's just talk, and walk away.

Liu Jian shook his head and did not know what to say.

He has gone through too many things, but he doesn't think that the eight shares are of any use, but he still can't accept this new viewpoint. but……

He also found out that since his son went to night classes in Xishan every day, it seemed that the whole person had changed a bit of vitality. Anyway ... these sons did n’t have the title of the gold list, so they depended on his father ’s kindness. Yin, let's have a good life. My son likes to go to Xishan, just go. His Royal Highness, don't you go to Xishan all day long?

No matter how bad his son is, it ’s not as bad as His Royal Highness.

With such a thought, I feel happy again, and I can't help but think of the many benefits of Liu Jie, usually honest, not nonsense, quiet, filial ...

It ’s not a good boy like His Royal Highness ...

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Another half month passed, and it was almost winter.

There was no news at all in Jinzhou, and Fang Jifan became more and more disturbed.

On this day, the palace suddenly summoned Fang Jifan into the palace.

Fang Jifan did not dare to neglect and hurried into the palace.

When I arrived at the Nuan Pavilion, I saw Emperor Hongzhi and several cabinet clerics, as well as the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Fang Jifan only took a look, and his heart was clear.

This must be what happened in Jinzhou, which made Fang Jifan's heart suddenly hang, and even felt a little cold inexplicably.

Anyway, I treat Ouyang Zhi as my own son. If something goes wrong, the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, ah, no, the black-haired person sends the black-haired person, how sad it is Thing.

Seeing the emperor Hongzhi stretched his face, Fang Jifan saluted, and he didn't want to slip his horse.

Emperor Hongzhi said in a positive way: "Fang Jifan, your father has carried out reforms in Xishan, and already has some eyebrows."

It's not Jinzhou's business ...

Fang Jifan did not know whether he should be happy or sad: "This is the reason for His Majesty Sheng Ming."

Emperor Hongzhi saw Fang Jifan's rare humility, and couldn't help looking at Fang Jifan seriously. The kid of Fang's family really grew up and was more sensible than before.

Look at his son.

When he thought of Zhu Houzhao's scum, Emperor Hongzhi was furious.

Jin Yi Wei Mi Bao, the prince actually fought with the school children.

Of course, it is impossible to hurt anything.

But the most important thing is that you are a person as big as you are to bully children who are crooked even when walking. Are you still human? I really haven't made much progress. Let's take a dim sum, and learn from Fang Jifan.

And the most abominable thing, Zhu Houzhao, this guy, was still very eloquent, saying that he was going to sue someone!

Do you bully the kids?

Look at Xu Jie, look at Zhang Xiaohu, look at, and they wrote nothing about bullying in their letters to them, and even the children knew that the letters did n’t mention these unpleasant things in the letters, which annoys themselves Worrying, instead encouraged himself to say something like the emperor's hard work.

Are you Zhu Houzhao this person?

Emperor Hongzhi thought that the more he wanted, the more angry he was ... just too lazy to think about the mistress.

He folded his mind and looked at Fang Jifan with Yan Yue: "But there is Jinzhou, according to the report of Feiqi, the Tatars are still in the siege, the two sides are deadlocked, and they don't know the result."

Fang Jifan said: "The minister believes that Jinzhou will surely turn from danger to safety."

"Yeah." Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I said this to myself, and took a ten thousand step back. If I really had a misfortune, I would do my best to get revenge and never let their blood flow."

Fang Jifan thought in his heart that people can't be resurrected when they die, and their heads don't grow back. Revenge ... Of course, whoever wants to take revenge, whoever chops my son, I kill his family.

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In Jinzhou.

The city has begun to become more and more difficult, because the gunpowder has been exhausted, and there is no iron artillery to fight back.

Under desperation, the military and civilians began to demolish the house, make stone-throwing vehicles, and also learn the Tatars, and began stone-throwing attacks.

One day, things went down sharply, and because of the negligence of the defenders, the Tatars actually carried the ladder to the city wall at night. Countless Tatars struggled to climb the aisle of the city wall and found their defenders, scared Jinzhou fell when he wanted to flee.

Fortunately, Ouyang Zhi didn't dare to sleep at night. He was almost crazy and led people towards the place where the incident occurred. Then, the personal soldiers around him shouted together: "Mr. Ouyang is here, kill Tatar ..."

In the dark, the panicked military and civilians seemed to feel that Mr. Ouyang was everywhere. They suddenly became rational and remembered the family in the city. They thought that even if they were timid, they could not change the fate of death.

So, thousands of households took the lead in raising swords: "Kill!"

In the snowy night, countless people screamed and roared. In the narrow wall aisle, many people rushed up without regulations, cut down by the murderous Tatars, but one fell down, and the people behind them flew up again. , Hugged with the Tatars, bite with his teeth, hit his head with his head and broke his blood.

There is no escape route.

Isn't Mr. Ouyang here?

He is an envoy, and he is still here. Why should I be afraid of life and death?

The Tatars did not expect ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Jinzhou military and civilian resistance is so crazy, they began to tighten their formation, were forced into narrower aisles, behind the Tatars climbing on the ladder On the city wall, I found that there was no place to stand.

Countless spears, sticks, swords danced in the dark.

At this time, no one can tell the difference. The next cry for help and sorrow came from the Tatars or the military and civilians of Ming.

Even He Yan didn't know the courage to come, and personally rushed into the aisle of the city wall with his own soldiers.

Ouyang Zhi also wanted to go up and found that overcrowded.

One by one, the Tatars were killed. Eventually, they were compressed in a small section of the city wall. They could not break through quickly to expand this opening, but instead were continuously compressed. Finally, when the last Tatar was dropped When the city wall, countless people cheered.

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Sorry, it took a little longer to conceive today, so today these chapters are a bit late!