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, please don't Suffering ”
Princess Gao Yang raised her eyebrows: "Oh? Mr. Lang said that Sister Changle is a despicable person?"
Fang Jun: "..."
Look! That woman suddenly came to the door. Sure enough, she was up to no good. She came to complain.
"Ha~ I'm a little hungry. Pass the food quickly."
"Is Mr. Lang feeling guilty?"
"Those who know me say that I am worried, and those who don't know me tell me what I want. Your Highness should trust your ministers and should not listen to rumors and feel dissatisfied."
"Why am I dissatisfied? I wish you could really 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. ”
"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?
……
After a heated exchange of words, Fang Jun was defeated, but was he actually willing to admit defeat? That night, he tried his best to win back the victory between the beds.
The next morning, when Princess Gaoyang got up from the bed, she was annoyed with someone who didn't understand the beauty of women. She learned that someone got up before dawn, didn't even use breakfast, and 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 people, horses and vehicles, and is as smooth as ice. The iron hoofs of the war horses splashed on the ground, causing a cloud of snow foam and ice, but they did not dare to move forward at full speed. The sky was as gloomy as lead, and there seemed to be a storm brewing.
The climate in Guanzhong has been very different in the past two years. Rains are frequent in summer and rivers swell. Winter is 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 catastrophic consequences, and Jing Zhaoyin was able to work together and diligently to provide timely rescue to people suffering from floods and snowstorms. 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 are enough to 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 to watch 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. It's just that wood is still wood. Due to its own material problems, the load-bearing capacity of the bridge is limited. Bridge guard officials are 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 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, even if it is short of people, but it cannot be released in vain to the families of various places. Opportunity...
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, but the road and open space in front of the farm are already bustling with people. People in and outside Zhuangzi, on the mountain and at the foot 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 and selling in full swing.
Fang Jun likes scenes full of life the most, in which ordinary people's homes are filled with ordinary happiness, living and working in peace and contentment, and all industries prospering. 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 The so-called prosperous age actually turned out to be a time of poverty for the people, serious land annexation, strict division of thrones, and a rigid system with no ambition to make progress...
"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 one 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. As time went by, so did everyone. The 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 with joy on her face: "Erlang hasn't been here for a long time, hurry up. The steamed buns are stuffed with venison just out of the cage, you have to try them!”
Fang Jun swung the stirrup up 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, roe deer and the like. They were probably When I couldn't finish it, I asked people to sell it at ordinary prices. Many shops on the street bought some, and they were sold at a reasonable price, which is 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 will bring trouble to themselves. If they accidentally end up chasing prey and end up in the palace grounds, they will be captured by the imperial guards. Next, that would be troublesome.
So anyone who dares to hunt in Lishan Mountain is definitely not an ordinary person...
"Who knows? But they all look like young people. 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 it!”
Fang Jun picked up the chopsticks, glanced at the boss, and asked: "What is your age this year?"
The boss said hurriedly: "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 wife was secretly older when she proposed marriage? Look at the appearance and figure of the landlady. You old man took advantage of me!”
"Haha!"
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 we 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. Safe and stable, as long as you are not lazy, you can earn a living, where is there a better place in the world? ”
"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 a prosperous period, but during the prosperous period, how many people died of cold and starvation? 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 family fortune with its own hands.
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 looked outside, and saw a group of young men in bright clothes and angry horses roaring towards them. They stopped outside the shop and dismounted one after another. Then they looked at the more than ten horses in front of the door and marveled, and then walked in together, arm in arm. Inside the store.
I looked carefully and didn't recognize any of them.
"Dandy" is a thing that updates very quickly. Either the family suffers a huge decline in guilt, or the father is sent to another place to follow, or he is transferred to the capital as an official by order. Some people leave and some come, and he 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 dudes entered the store. The leader was a handsome man who was sixteen or seventeen years old. He glanced around and locked Fang Jun. He stepped forward and clasped his fists familiarly: "This gentleman, you are so polite."
The atmosphere in the store instantly became tense. The soldiers put down their bowls and chopsticks one after another, staring 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 dudes 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 place his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist...