Chapter 565
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 565 Taking office: Chongxian Pavilion
The next day, Fang Xuanling called Fang Jun over, told about the Di family, and asked him to take care of Di Renjie in the Chongxian Pavilion.
Fang Jun naturally has nothing to do, not to mention the father's face, just for the three words Di Renjie, he also has to take good care of him.
Such a talented person who will be in charge of the Datang Center for 20 years in the future naturally wants to make friends.
Just counting the years, this child is a bit young now...
At this time, Di Renjie was probably only eight or nine years old, younger than Xiao Zhengtai Li Zhi, and probably about the same age as Princess Jinyang.
Fang Jun's heart sank when he thought of Princess Jinyang.
Two people of the same age have very different life trajectories.
Di Renjie lived to be 70 years old, experienced the three dynasties of Taizong, Gaozong, and Empress Wu, and reached the pinnacle of his personal official career in the Empress Wu Dynasty.
And what about Princess Jinyang?
The same child who is beautiful and intelligent, but withered and annihilated before the flowers of life have bloomed, accompanied only by the endless mourning of His Majesty Li Er, and a handful of loess...
*****
For several days, Fang Jun's mood was extremely depressed.
Tian Wenyuan is very winking. Seeing that Fang Jun is in a bad mood, he does not dare to ask more, but he is more and more attentive to the construction.
With the construction team from the Ministry of Industry, he drove into the house and started some simple construction. At the same time, he started to build furniture in the idle houses in the house.A truckload of precious wood was transported into the house, which instantly turned the entire house into a large construction site.
This is still not fully rolled out to build, otherwise it will be more confusing.
Fang Xuanling has a quiet temperament, but he did not dare to delay the construction of the Princess Mansion, let alone make any mistakes, so he asked Tian Wenyuan every day to understand the progress of the construction and some unexpected situations.It turned out that everything was in order under Erlang's arrangement, and he didn't need to worry about it at all, so he just let it go with emotion.
Fang Jun suggested that the father and mother might as well go to the Zhuangzi in Lishan to live temporarily, where it was quiet.
Fang Xuanling agreed, and moved to Zhuangzi together with the Lu family.As soon as Fang Xuanling left, Fang Yizhi couldn't stay any longer. He was even more impatient with the hustle and bustle in the house than his father, so he packed up and went to the village, and Mrs. Du would naturally follow.
The Lu family was worried that the third and fourth would be brought to Erlang. Erlang himself was still a big child, so he took several children to Zhuangzi.
As a result, apart from some maids and servants, Fang Jun, Wu Meiniang, and Qiaoer Xiu'er were the only two maids left in the huge house...
Fortunately, Shang Yuan was approaching, and Fang Jun began to get busy.
During the Chinese New Year, I received a lot of orders for fireworks and firecrackers. The workshop worked day and night for half a month and made a large number of products.Because Fang Jun promised to double the wages in advance, the squeezing of fireworks directly resulted in far more than the order required.
But naturally do not worry about selling.
Fireworks are a luxury item. They have nothing to do with clothing, food, housing, and transportation. Whether they are set off or not, they will not delay their life. Therefore, Fang Jun did not plan to popularize them. The price is ridiculously high.
Anyway, this thing is only produced by his family in the whole earth, and it is properly monopolized. You can do whatever you want.
Expensive?
I still don't want to sell it to you...
Carloads of fireworks were transported to various wealthy families in Chang'an City, and in exchange for a carload of copper coins and silk and satin, the warehouses of the house were filled.
Looking at the mountain of wealth, Fang Jun couldn't help but sigh, this is a profitable business...
Immediately ordered, the scale of the fireworks workshop expanded rapidly and a large number of workers were recruited.
There is no technical difficulty in this thing, and the leisurely peasant women can become skilled workers with a few days of training, as long as the formula is strictly controlled.
Even if the whole house was numb to Erlang's "money-gathering technique", looking at the mountain of wealth in the warehouse, he couldn't help but be convinced.These days, there are many aristocratic families with a fortune of [-] or [-], but most of the property is real estate such as fields, farms, shops, etc. It is really shocking where so much cash is piled up.
Someone gave Fang Jun an idea, it is better to pledge the money and goods and collect the interest.
Fang Jun immediately rejected it.
Government borrowing is called loan, private borrowing is usury, and Fang Jun does not touch this kind of livelihood that drinks human blood.
The way to get money has to be, why bother to provoke such a reputation for being rich and unkind?
On the night of Shangyuan in the 14th year of Zhenguan, Chang'an City completely became a city that never sleeps.
The sky is full of fireworks, and the fire trees and silver flowers are not at night.
Those foreign Hu people who came to Chang'an from the original way, in front of this splendid prosperity, were shocked to the ground, and even kneeled to worship!
This is Chang'an, the largest, richest, most prosperous, and most magical city in the world!Here, miracles are staged almost every day, attracting countless people from Panbang Hu to come to see its unparalleled splendid splendor!
This city, this country, this nation, proudly stands on top of the world, leading the civilization of mankind!
After the hustle and bustle of Shangyuan ended, Fang Jun's life settled down.
In the early morning of the next day, he packed up and took a carriage to the East Palace.
Prince Li Chengqian knew that Fang Jun would take up his post in the Chongxian Pavilion today, so he dispatched his servants to wait at the palace gate early. As soon as Fang Jun arrived, he led him into the Lizheng Hall.
The hall was as warm as spring, and the bronze beast furnace was burning with bone charcoal, exuding a faint fragrance.
Prince Li Chengqian sat on the brocade couch, wearing a robe with python pattern arrow sleeves that rained over the sky, with a wide band around his waist, and his black hair was simply tied with a jade crown. Such a simple and low-key dress Even more, his face is like a crown of jade, handsome and extraordinary.
Fang Jun was a little jealous, he was so arrogant, how could there be so many scumbags?
And let people who don't rely on their face to eat live...
A bright smile appeared on Li Chengqian's face, and he said casually, "Sit! What do you think about taking up the post in the Chongxian Pavilion today?"
He has great trust in Fang Jun's talent.
Not long after the establishment of Chongxian Pavilion, there are still many drawbacks that need to be improved. With the participation of pragmatic and capable talents such as Fang Jun, His Royal Highness the Prince has added some hope.
This is his greatest political achievement, and it is also the team that his father gave him...
Fang Jun was not polite, and sat on the pier in front of Li Chengqian. Hearing this, he answered indifferently, "It's nothing more than being a monk for a day and hitting the clock for a day. The Confucian scriptures and the meaning of the ministers are completely ignorant. What are your thoughts? I don’t have any thoughts at all, just one thing. When asking for leave, I hope your Highness will make it easier.”
Li Chengqian was stunned.
I know that your mind is not on learning, but you can't be so perfunctory, right?
so disrespectful...
But facing Fang Jun, Li Chengqian had nothing to do.
This person is kind to him, and he is about to be his brother-in-law, the concubine of the dynasty, and the son of Fang Xuanling. He is a rare poet and all-rounder in the world.
How can you handle such a person?
Li Chengqian was quite disappointed in his heart. He thought that Fang Jun could do a good job in Chongxian Pavilion, and he would take the opportunity to get close to him, but he didn't think Fang Jun's ambition was not here at all.
The two chatted casually for a while, and it was late when Fang Jun left.
Li Chengqian sent the servant to show him the way.
The Chongxian Pavilion is located in a wood behind the Lizheng Hall.
At this time, everything withered, the trees were desolate, the woods were covered with thick white snow, and a bluestone path bypassed a lake and reached a gorgeous and magnificent courtyard.Presumably in the midsummer, there must be towering trees and shades lingering here, which is a rare holy place for reading.
Last winter, Liu Bo Shangshu, the servant of the Huangmen, said, "Your Majesty encourages himself to be like this, and he makes the prince travel well, which is not explained by the ministers... Your Majesty does this on his own, but makes the prince long to wait for a long time, and does not accept the right people. Three." His Majesty Li Er then ordered Liu Bo, Cen Wenwen, and Ma Zhou to go to the East Palace to discuss with the prince alternately.
After that, the Chongxian Museum was established.
On the one hand, the only ability of Chongxian Pavilion is the educational institution of the prince, which cultivates the prince's ability to govern.On the other hand, it is the prince's think tank, which advises the prince.Finally, it is the highest-level aristocratic school in the Tang Dynasty, providing priority access for the children of the nobles of the Tang Dynasty to go to office.
Such a place is full of the characteristics of the feudal era of the supremacy of monarchical power, Fang Jun does not think that there can be any real reading talents here.
Everyone came here holding the Crown Prince's thighs, so how could they use their minds on learning?
The servant led Fang Jun to the gate, and then left.
Fang Jun raised his head, squinted slightly in the morning sun, and looked at the three gilded characters "Chongxian Pavilion" on the forehead of the door.
A young scribe greeted him from the door, sassy and smiling.
Ma Zhou is one of the two bachelors of Chongxian Hall.
(End of this chapter)
The next day, Fang Xuanling called Fang Jun over, told about the Di family, and asked him to take care of Di Renjie in the Chongxian Pavilion.
Fang Jun naturally has nothing to do, not to mention the father's face, just for the three words Di Renjie, he also has to take good care of him.
Such a talented person who will be in charge of the Datang Center for 20 years in the future naturally wants to make friends.
Just counting the years, this child is a bit young now...
At this time, Di Renjie was probably only eight or nine years old, younger than Xiao Zhengtai Li Zhi, and probably about the same age as Princess Jinyang.
Fang Jun's heart sank when he thought of Princess Jinyang.
Two people of the same age have very different life trajectories.
Di Renjie lived to be 70 years old, experienced the three dynasties of Taizong, Gaozong, and Empress Wu, and reached the pinnacle of his personal official career in the Empress Wu Dynasty.
And what about Princess Jinyang?
The same child who is beautiful and intelligent, but withered and annihilated before the flowers of life have bloomed, accompanied only by the endless mourning of His Majesty Li Er, and a handful of loess...
*****
For several days, Fang Jun's mood was extremely depressed.
Tian Wenyuan is very winking. Seeing that Fang Jun is in a bad mood, he does not dare to ask more, but he is more and more attentive to the construction.
With the construction team from the Ministry of Industry, he drove into the house and started some simple construction. At the same time, he started to build furniture in the idle houses in the house.A truckload of precious wood was transported into the house, which instantly turned the entire house into a large construction site.
This is still not fully rolled out to build, otherwise it will be more confusing.
Fang Xuanling has a quiet temperament, but he did not dare to delay the construction of the Princess Mansion, let alone make any mistakes, so he asked Tian Wenyuan every day to understand the progress of the construction and some unexpected situations.It turned out that everything was in order under Erlang's arrangement, and he didn't need to worry about it at all, so he just let it go with emotion.
Fang Jun suggested that the father and mother might as well go to the Zhuangzi in Lishan to live temporarily, where it was quiet.
Fang Xuanling agreed, and moved to Zhuangzi together with the Lu family.As soon as Fang Xuanling left, Fang Yizhi couldn't stay any longer. He was even more impatient with the hustle and bustle in the house than his father, so he packed up and went to the village, and Mrs. Du would naturally follow.
The Lu family was worried that the third and fourth would be brought to Erlang. Erlang himself was still a big child, so he took several children to Zhuangzi.
As a result, apart from some maids and servants, Fang Jun, Wu Meiniang, and Qiaoer Xiu'er were the only two maids left in the huge house...
Fortunately, Shang Yuan was approaching, and Fang Jun began to get busy.
During the Chinese New Year, I received a lot of orders for fireworks and firecrackers. The workshop worked day and night for half a month and made a large number of products.Because Fang Jun promised to double the wages in advance, the squeezing of fireworks directly resulted in far more than the order required.
But naturally do not worry about selling.
Fireworks are a luxury item. They have nothing to do with clothing, food, housing, and transportation. Whether they are set off or not, they will not delay their life. Therefore, Fang Jun did not plan to popularize them. The price is ridiculously high.
Anyway, this thing is only produced by his family in the whole earth, and it is properly monopolized. You can do whatever you want.
Expensive?
I still don't want to sell it to you...
Carloads of fireworks were transported to various wealthy families in Chang'an City, and in exchange for a carload of copper coins and silk and satin, the warehouses of the house were filled.
Looking at the mountain of wealth, Fang Jun couldn't help but sigh, this is a profitable business...
Immediately ordered, the scale of the fireworks workshop expanded rapidly and a large number of workers were recruited.
There is no technical difficulty in this thing, and the leisurely peasant women can become skilled workers with a few days of training, as long as the formula is strictly controlled.
Even if the whole house was numb to Erlang's "money-gathering technique", looking at the mountain of wealth in the warehouse, he couldn't help but be convinced.These days, there are many aristocratic families with a fortune of [-] or [-], but most of the property is real estate such as fields, farms, shops, etc. It is really shocking where so much cash is piled up.
Someone gave Fang Jun an idea, it is better to pledge the money and goods and collect the interest.
Fang Jun immediately rejected it.
Government borrowing is called loan, private borrowing is usury, and Fang Jun does not touch this kind of livelihood that drinks human blood.
The way to get money has to be, why bother to provoke such a reputation for being rich and unkind?
On the night of Shangyuan in the 14th year of Zhenguan, Chang'an City completely became a city that never sleeps.
The sky is full of fireworks, and the fire trees and silver flowers are not at night.
Those foreign Hu people who came to Chang'an from the original way, in front of this splendid prosperity, were shocked to the ground, and even kneeled to worship!
This is Chang'an, the largest, richest, most prosperous, and most magical city in the world!Here, miracles are staged almost every day, attracting countless people from Panbang Hu to come to see its unparalleled splendid splendor!
This city, this country, this nation, proudly stands on top of the world, leading the civilization of mankind!
After the hustle and bustle of Shangyuan ended, Fang Jun's life settled down.
In the early morning of the next day, he packed up and took a carriage to the East Palace.
Prince Li Chengqian knew that Fang Jun would take up his post in the Chongxian Pavilion today, so he dispatched his servants to wait at the palace gate early. As soon as Fang Jun arrived, he led him into the Lizheng Hall.
The hall was as warm as spring, and the bronze beast furnace was burning with bone charcoal, exuding a faint fragrance.
Prince Li Chengqian sat on the brocade couch, wearing a robe with python pattern arrow sleeves that rained over the sky, with a wide band around his waist, and his black hair was simply tied with a jade crown. Such a simple and low-key dress Even more, his face is like a crown of jade, handsome and extraordinary.
Fang Jun was a little jealous, he was so arrogant, how could there be so many scumbags?
And let people who don't rely on their face to eat live...
A bright smile appeared on Li Chengqian's face, and he said casually, "Sit! What do you think about taking up the post in the Chongxian Pavilion today?"
He has great trust in Fang Jun's talent.
Not long after the establishment of Chongxian Pavilion, there are still many drawbacks that need to be improved. With the participation of pragmatic and capable talents such as Fang Jun, His Royal Highness the Prince has added some hope.
This is his greatest political achievement, and it is also the team that his father gave him...
Fang Jun was not polite, and sat on the pier in front of Li Chengqian. Hearing this, he answered indifferently, "It's nothing more than being a monk for a day and hitting the clock for a day. The Confucian scriptures and the meaning of the ministers are completely ignorant. What are your thoughts? I don’t have any thoughts at all, just one thing. When asking for leave, I hope your Highness will make it easier.”
Li Chengqian was stunned.
I know that your mind is not on learning, but you can't be so perfunctory, right?
so disrespectful...
But facing Fang Jun, Li Chengqian had nothing to do.
This person is kind to him, and he is about to be his brother-in-law, the concubine of the dynasty, and the son of Fang Xuanling. He is a rare poet and all-rounder in the world.
How can you handle such a person?
Li Chengqian was quite disappointed in his heart. He thought that Fang Jun could do a good job in Chongxian Pavilion, and he would take the opportunity to get close to him, but he didn't think Fang Jun's ambition was not here at all.
The two chatted casually for a while, and it was late when Fang Jun left.
Li Chengqian sent the servant to show him the way.
The Chongxian Pavilion is located in a wood behind the Lizheng Hall.
At this time, everything withered, the trees were desolate, the woods were covered with thick white snow, and a bluestone path bypassed a lake and reached a gorgeous and magnificent courtyard.Presumably in the midsummer, there must be towering trees and shades lingering here, which is a rare holy place for reading.
Last winter, Liu Bo Shangshu, the servant of the Huangmen, said, "Your Majesty encourages himself to be like this, and he makes the prince travel well, which is not explained by the ministers... Your Majesty does this on his own, but makes the prince long to wait for a long time, and does not accept the right people. Three." His Majesty Li Er then ordered Liu Bo, Cen Wenwen, and Ma Zhou to go to the East Palace to discuss with the prince alternately.
After that, the Chongxian Museum was established.
On the one hand, the only ability of Chongxian Pavilion is the educational institution of the prince, which cultivates the prince's ability to govern.On the other hand, it is the prince's think tank, which advises the prince.Finally, it is the highest-level aristocratic school in the Tang Dynasty, providing priority access for the children of the nobles of the Tang Dynasty to go to office.
Such a place is full of the characteristics of the feudal era of the supremacy of monarchical power, Fang Jun does not think that there can be any real reading talents here.
Everyone came here holding the Crown Prince's thighs, so how could they use their minds on learning?
The servant led Fang Jun to the gate, and then left.
Fang Jun raised his head, squinted slightly in the morning sun, and looked at the three gilded characters "Chongxian Pavilion" on the forehead of the door.
A young scribe greeted him from the door, sassy and smiling.
Ma Zhou is one of the two bachelors of Chongxian Hall.
(End of this chapter)
