Chapter 95 The prosperous age? (Part 1)
Fang Jun is very normal. He has a strong body and is developed even more normally than the average man...especially his mature heart hidden under the appearance of a green boy. He has already seen all the world, knows the taste by eating the marrow, and knows that yin and yang are one. What a wonderful taste.
But he is a modern person after all, and he understands many physiological and hygiene knowledge that people of this era do not understand.
Fang Jun is not a gentleman, but at least his moral bottom line is still there. After all, Wu Meiniang is too young to attack...
Different from the human rights awareness and moral standards of this era, he could not care about himself for a while, but ignored Wu Meiniang's physical and mental health. He understood what harm it would mean to such a little girl's body if he did that. .
Of course, it is pure nonsense to say that he is not moved.
Fang Jun was puzzled, how could such a little girl develop so well? Just like a green fruit, although it is still sour, it has a different taste...
It's delicious, but you can only look at it but not eat it. It should be regarded as the most miserable suffering in the world.
Before breakfast was finished, a servant came to report that Cen Wenshu, the magistrate of Xinfeng County, sent an invitation to Fang Jun for a banquet at noon.
The reason for the banquet was because Li Ke owed a favor to Chu Suiliang for asking Chu Suiliang to write an inscription on the stone tablet. It happened that Chu Suiliang's son Chu Yanfu was passing through Xinfeng. As Li Ke's confidant and a landlord, Uncle Cen Wen should host a banquet in his honor.
Fang Jun was a little helpless, you just have a banquet, why are you looking for me?
But now Fangjia Zhuangzi is located on the boundary of Xinfeng. Although it is nominally a land granted by the emperor and is not subject to the jurisdiction of local officials, Fang Jun has too many plans and imaginations for this Zhuangzi, and it is impossible not to talk to the county Dealing with the government.
You can't always act like your father Fang Xuanling, right? That way no one will look down on you.
It became a matter of course to make friends with Uncle Cen Wen.
Everyone carries the sedan chair, saying hello to everyone. This is the way of officialdom. Fang Jun naturally knows these things well.
People think highly of you, Fang Erlang, so Fang Jun cannot be too arrogant.
Although I don’t like this kind of social interaction, I should give Uncle Cen Wen some face and just eat and drink with my mouth open, without talking too much...
Since I got up late, it was already a while before I finished the meal.
Wu Meiniang served Fang Jun to change her clothes, but she was made red-faced by Fang Jun's unscrupulous eyes wandering around her body. Wherever she looked, there were bursts of itching...
Seeing Wu Meimei being so embarrassed by him, Fang Jun was in a good mood.
Wu Meiniang was adjusting his belt, Zhen put her head on his chest, and tilted her head slightly, allowing Fang Jun to see only one crystal clear ear.
Fang Jun's heart felt hot when he saw it, and he leaned over and took a bite on his ear.
"Yeah!"
Wu Meiniang was startled, her sensitive ears seemed to be burned by fire, and the hot breath hit her cheeks instantly. She glared at Fang Jun angrily: "I hate it so much..."
Fang Jun pretended to be angry and said: "You're too brave, aren't you?"
He stretched out his arms to wrap around Wu Meiniang's slender waist, and slapped her there hard while she struggled.
Then, under Wu Meiniang's angry eyes, she walked away laughing.
Wu Meiniang's face was as red as blood, she reached out to cover her numb buttocks, bit her lip, widened her beautiful eyes in annoyance, then pursed her lips and smiled.
Smiles are like flowers, beauty is like jade...
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Fang Jun took two servants and rode down the mountain.
Although it had not snowed for the past two days, the north wind was blowing hard in the severe winter, and the face was as cold as a knife, and the hands and feet were numb. Moreover, the mountain road was rugged, and riding on horseback was very cold and bumpy, which was life-threatening.
I couldn't help lamenting in my heart that I didn't know when my four-wheeled carriage would be rolled off the assembly line. With no shock absorbers, no bearings, and no wheels, the carriage was just a lump of iron, and four horses couldn't pull it...
I wonder if six horses can pull it?
Of course, he didn't dare to try. Only His Majesty Li Er could ride in the six-horse carriage...
The mountain is covered with ice and snow, and the sight is covered with white snow. The beautiful scenery of Lishan Mountain in summer is now monotonous and boring.
Speeding all the way, we crossed the long-frozen river. The ice holes dug out during fishing a few days ago were covered with heavy snow and no trace was left.
The county wall is in sight in the distance.
Fang Jun slowed down his horse, held his hands stiff, and lowered his eyes.
From the river bank at the foot of Lishan Mountain to the south to the foot of the city wall, there are low shacks stretching for miles.
These shacks are made of old door panels, wooden boards, bamboo poles and other materials allocated by the county. They are then hung with rag curtains and other materials to protect them from wind and snow. From a glance, they look like a mess.
Victims with sallow faces and skinny muscles occasionally appeared walking between the shacks, but their faces were blank and numb.
A skinny boy suddenly jumped out of a shed on the roadside and almost hit the leg of Fang Jun's horse. Fang Jun was so frightened that he quickly tightened the reins. The horse neighed "Herod" and was about to be killed. The boy stepped under his hooves.
The boy was also startled. His steps were unsteady in panic, and he fell to the side of the road. A round object in his hand fell away and rolled far away.
The servant behind Fang Jun was also startled. He reined in his horse and yelled: "Whose baby is this? Is he going to die?"
Fang Jun waved his hand to stop the servant's scolding.
At this time, a figure chased out of the shack. When he saw the boy falling on the roadside, he ran over in three or two steps, raised his leg and kicked him. He kicked him and cursed: "You bastard, are you so brave? You can eat my food." You dare to steal, you are such a white-eyed wolf. If it weren't for me, you mother and son would have died of cold and starvation long ago, but you actually repaid kindness with hatred... Hey! So here, haha, you little bastard haven't had time to eat?"
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This man is a middle-aged man, not short in stature, but skinny and skinny. He is like a thin bamboo pole carrying a suit of clothes. His face is ugly and ugly, and his hair is sticky and dirty.
As he said that, the man stopped kicking and ran excitedly to the object where the boy had left his hand. He leaned over to pick it up, brushed off the slush and dirt on the surface with his dark hands, and put it in his mouth. chew.
It’s actually a rice ball...
Seeing this man swallowing the rice balls in his mouth in twos and twos, the boy who didn't fight back even after being beaten became anxious. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he jumped up from the ground with a ferocious expression like a crazy cub with two eyes. The blood was red, and he let out a roar that was almost like a wolf's howl, and rushed towards the man.
"Peng"
The man was swallowing the rice ball when he was unexpectedly hit in the waist by the boy. He groaned and fell to the ground, spitting out the half-swallowed rice ball.
The boy succeeded in the attack and saw half of the rice ball covered with saliva falling out of his mouth. His eyes lit up and he pounced on the rice ball like a vicious dog grabbing food, holding the rice ball tightly in his hand.
After all, the boy was small and weak. The man was knocked down unexpectedly, but he was not injured. He got up quickly and saw half a rice ball in the boy's hand. He was furious: "Mom, are you looking for death?"
He rushed over and received another round of punches and kicks.
The boy was beaten with bruises all over his body and his nose was bleeding in a short time. He lay on the ground with his thin body curled up, his hands holding the rice balls tightly pressed under him, and he screamed: "Mr. Zhao Four, you dog Raised... Wuwu... This is the rice ball that I begged from the official, for my mother to eat... Wuwuwu..." Fang Laoer is about to wake up, and is about to bid farewell to the hazy life of a playboy. Please support me, gentlemen. Vote up!
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