Chapter 95 Prosperity?
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 95 Prosperity?
Fang Jun is very normal. With a strong physique, he is even more normal than ordinary men... Especially the mature heart that he hides under the appearance of a young man, he has already read all the red dust, eats the marrow and knows the taste, and knows the unity of yin and yang. What a wonderful taste.
But he is a modern man after all, and he understands the knowledge of physiology and hygiene that many people of this era do not understand.
Fang Jun is not a gentleman, but at least the moral bottom line is still there. After all, Wu Meiniang is too young to start with...
Different from the human rights awareness and moral standards of this era, he couldn't take care of himself for a while, but he ignored Wu Meiniang's physical and mental health. He understood what kind of harm it would mean to a little girl's body if he did that. .
Of course, to say that you are not interested is pure nonsense.
Fang Jun was puzzled, how could such a little girl grow so well?Like a green fruit, although it is still sour, it has a different taste...
Delicious at present, but it can only be seen and cannot be eaten. It should be regarded as the saddest suffering in the world.
Before breakfast was over, a servant came to report, Xin|Feng county magistrate Uncle Cen Wen sent someone an invitation to invite Fang Jun to a banquet at noon.
The reason for the banquet was because Li Ke asked Chu Suiliang to write a text for the stone tablet. It happened that Chu Yanfu, the son of Chu Suiliang, passed by Xinfeng.
Fang Jun is a little helpless. If you have a banquet, just throw a banquet. Why are you looking for me?
But now Fangjia Zhuangzi is on the Xinfeng land. Although it is nominally a food seal by the emperor and is not under the jurisdiction of the local government, Fang Jun has too many plans and imaginations about this Zhuangzi, and it is impossible not to follow the county. Ya deal.
You can't always show your father Fang Xuanling's tiger-skin banner in everything, right?Then no one will look down on you.
Befriending Uncle Cen Wen became a matter of course.
Everyone is carrying the sedan chair, hello me, hello everyone, this is the way of officialdom, and Fang Jun is naturally clear about these doors.
People look down on you, Fang Erlang, and Fang Junzi can't be too arrogant.
Although I don't really care about this kind of entertainment, I should give Uncle Cen Wen a face, just go eat and drink with an open mouth, and never talk too much...
Since I woke up late, it was already the beginning of the meal.
Wu Meiniang was serving Fang Jun to change clothes, but Fang Jun's unbridled eyes swirled around her, making her face red and red. Wherever she saw it, there was a burst of itchiness...
Seeing Wu Meimei being embarrassed by himself, Fang Jun was in a good mood.
Wu Meiniang was arranging the belt for him, she placed her head on his chest, and slightly over-measured her head, only letting Fang Jun see a crystal clear ear.
Fang Jun saw that his heart was hot, and he leaned over and took a light bite on his ear.
"ah!"
Wu Meiniang was startled, her sensitive ears seemed to have been scorched by the fire, and the fiery breath hit her cheeks instantly, she gave Fang Jun an angry look: "I hate it to death..."
Fang Jun feigned anger, "You're bold, aren't you?"
She stretched out her arms around Wu Meiniang's slender waist, and slapped her fiercely there as she struggled.
Then, under Wu Meiniang's angry eyes, she laughed and walked away.
Wu Meiniang blushed like blood, stretched out her hand to cover her numb buttocks, bit her lip, and rounded her beautiful eyes with anger, but she pursed her lips and smiled again.
The smile is like a flower, and the beauty is like a jade...
********
Fang Jun took his two servants and rode down the mountain.
Although it hasn't snowed in the past two days, the north wind is bitter and cold in the ninth severe winter, and the face is as cold as a knife, the hands and feet are numb, and the mountain road is rugged.
I couldn't help lamenting in my heart, that my four-wheeled carriage didn't know when it would be offline.No shock absorption, no bearings, no reels, the carriage is a lump of iron, and four horses can'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 carriage of six horses...
The mountains are covered with ice and snow, and the sight is covered with snow, but the beautiful Lishan Mountain in summer is monotonous and boring at the moment.
He galloped all the way and crossed the already frozen river. The ice hole dug during fishing a few days ago was covered with heavy snow and disappeared.
The city walls of the county seat are in sight.
However, Fang Jun slowed down the horse, his hands were stiff, his eyes lowered.
From the river bank at the foot of Mount Li to the south, to the foot of the city wall, there are low shacks for miles.
These shacks are made of dilapidated door panels, wooden boards, bamboo poles and other objects allocated by the county to build skeletons, and then hang up rag curtains and other objects to block the wind and snow.
The yellow-faced and thin victims occasionally walked between the shacks, but their expressions were dazed and numb.
A skinny boy jumped out of the shed beside the road and almost hit the leg of Fang Jun's horse. Fang Jun was so frightened that Fang Jun hurriedly tightened the reins. The boy stepped under his hoof.
The boy was also startled, and his steps were unsteady in the panic. A fart fell to the side of the road, and a round thing in his hand slipped out of his hand and rolled away.
The servant behind Fang Jun was also startled, restrained the horse and scolded: "Whose baby is this, is it dying?"
Fang Jun waved his hand to stop the servant's scolding.
At this time, a figure chased out from the shack, and saw the boy fell on the side of the road, ran over three or two steps, raised his leg and kicked, and scolded: "Bunny, you are bold? I eat you. You dare to steal, you're a white-eyed wolf, if you didn't have Lao Tzu, your mother and son would have frozen to death and starved to death a long time ago, and you will take revenge for your kindness... Hey! It's here, haha, you little bastard haven't had time to eat yet?"
This man is a middle-aged man, not short in stature, but skinny and skinny. His whole body is like a thin bamboo pole carrying a suit of clothes.
After saying that, the man stopped kicking, and excitedly ran to the place where the boy dropped the object, leaned over to pick it up, brushed the slush dirt on the surface with his black hands, and put it in his mouth. chew.
It's actually a rice ball...
Seeing this person swallowing the rice balls in two or three, the boy who was beaten and did not fight back became anxious. He didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly jumped up from the ground with a ferocious expression like a mad cub with two eyes. Blood red, and a roar that was almost a wolf howl came out of his mouth, and rushed towards the man.
"Pong"
The man was swallowing the rice ball when he was hit by the boy's head in the waist and eye, and fell to the ground with a grunt, and spit out the half swallowed rice ball in his mouth.
The boy succeeded with one blow, and caught a glimpse of half of the rice ball covered with saliva and saliva that fell out of his mouth, his eyes lit up, and a vicious dog swooped in like a snatch for food, clutching the rice ball tightly in his hand.
After all, the boy is small and weak. The man was caught off guard and was knocked down, but he was not injured. He got up and saw half of the rice ball in the boy's hand.
Rush over and punched and kicked again.
After a while, the boy was beaten with bruises all over his body and his nose bleeds, but he lay on the ground with his thin body curled up, pressing his hands that were clutching the rice balls under him, his mouth screaming: "Elder Zhao Fourth, you are raised by a dog... woo woo... This is the rice ball I asked for from the official, it is for my mother to eat... woo woo..."
The second roommate is about to wake up, and he is about to bid farewell to the messy life of dandy.
(End of this chapter)
Fang Jun is very normal. With a strong physique, he is even more normal than ordinary men... Especially the mature heart that he hides under the appearance of a young man, he has already read all the red dust, eats the marrow and knows the taste, and knows the unity of yin and yang. What a wonderful taste.
But he is a modern man after all, and he understands the knowledge of physiology and hygiene that many people of this era do not understand.
Fang Jun is not a gentleman, but at least the moral bottom line is still there. After all, Wu Meiniang is too young to start with...
Different from the human rights awareness and moral standards of this era, he couldn't take care of himself for a while, but he ignored Wu Meiniang's physical and mental health. He understood what kind of harm it would mean to a little girl's body if he did that. .
Of course, to say that you are not interested is pure nonsense.
Fang Jun was puzzled, how could such a little girl grow so well?Like a green fruit, although it is still sour, it has a different taste...
Delicious at present, but it can only be seen and cannot be eaten. It should be regarded as the saddest suffering in the world.
Before breakfast was over, a servant came to report, Xin|Feng county magistrate Uncle Cen Wen sent someone an invitation to invite Fang Jun to a banquet at noon.
The reason for the banquet was because Li Ke asked Chu Suiliang to write a text for the stone tablet. It happened that Chu Yanfu, the son of Chu Suiliang, passed by Xinfeng.
Fang Jun is a little helpless. If you have a banquet, just throw a banquet. Why are you looking for me?
But now Fangjia Zhuangzi is on the Xinfeng land. Although it is nominally a food seal by the emperor and is not under the jurisdiction of the local government, Fang Jun has too many plans and imaginations about this Zhuangzi, and it is impossible not to follow the county. Ya deal.
You can't always show your father Fang Xuanling's tiger-skin banner in everything, right?Then no one will look down on you.
Befriending Uncle Cen Wen became a matter of course.
Everyone is carrying the sedan chair, hello me, hello everyone, this is the way of officialdom, and Fang Jun is naturally clear about these doors.
People look down on you, Fang Erlang, and Fang Junzi can't be too arrogant.
Although I don't really care about this kind of entertainment, I should give Uncle Cen Wen a face, just go eat and drink with an open mouth, and never talk too much...
Since I woke up late, it was already the beginning of the meal.
Wu Meiniang was serving Fang Jun to change clothes, but Fang Jun's unbridled eyes swirled around her, making her face red and red. Wherever she saw it, there was a burst of itchiness...
Seeing Wu Meimei being embarrassed by himself, Fang Jun was in a good mood.
Wu Meiniang was arranging the belt for him, she placed her head on his chest, and slightly over-measured her head, only letting Fang Jun see a crystal clear ear.
Fang Jun saw that his heart was hot, and he leaned over and took a light bite on his ear.
"ah!"
Wu Meiniang was startled, her sensitive ears seemed to have been scorched by the fire, and the fiery breath hit her cheeks instantly, she gave Fang Jun an angry look: "I hate it to death..."
Fang Jun feigned anger, "You're bold, aren't you?"
She stretched out her arms around Wu Meiniang's slender waist, and slapped her fiercely there as she struggled.
Then, under Wu Meiniang's angry eyes, she laughed and walked away.
Wu Meiniang blushed like blood, stretched out her hand to cover her numb buttocks, bit her lip, and rounded her beautiful eyes with anger, but she pursed her lips and smiled again.
The smile is like a flower, and the beauty is like a jade...
********
Fang Jun took his two servants and rode down the mountain.
Although it hasn't snowed in the past two days, the north wind is bitter and cold in the ninth severe winter, and the face is as cold as a knife, the hands and feet are numb, and the mountain road is rugged.
I couldn't help lamenting in my heart, that my four-wheeled carriage didn't know when it would be offline.No shock absorption, no bearings, no reels, the carriage is a lump of iron, and four horses can'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 carriage of six horses...
The mountains are covered with ice and snow, and the sight is covered with snow, but the beautiful Lishan Mountain in summer is monotonous and boring at the moment.
He galloped all the way and crossed the already frozen river. The ice hole dug during fishing a few days ago was covered with heavy snow and disappeared.
The city walls of the county seat are in sight.
However, Fang Jun slowed down the horse, his hands were stiff, his eyes lowered.
From the river bank at the foot of Mount Li to the south, to the foot of the city wall, there are low shacks for miles.
These shacks are made of dilapidated door panels, wooden boards, bamboo poles and other objects allocated by the county to build skeletons, and then hang up rag curtains and other objects to block the wind and snow.
The yellow-faced and thin victims occasionally walked between the shacks, but their expressions were dazed and numb.
A skinny boy jumped out of the shed beside the road and almost hit the leg of Fang Jun's horse. Fang Jun was so frightened that Fang Jun hurriedly tightened the reins. The boy stepped under his hoof.
The boy was also startled, and his steps were unsteady in the panic. A fart fell to the side of the road, and a round thing in his hand slipped out of his hand and rolled away.
The servant behind Fang Jun was also startled, restrained the horse and scolded: "Whose baby is this, is it dying?"
Fang Jun waved his hand to stop the servant's scolding.
At this time, a figure chased out from the shack, and saw the boy fell on the side of the road, ran over three or two steps, raised his leg and kicked, and scolded: "Bunny, you are bold? I eat you. You dare to steal, you're a white-eyed wolf, if you didn't have Lao Tzu, your mother and son would have frozen to death and starved to death a long time ago, and you will take revenge for your kindness... Hey! It's here, haha, you little bastard haven't had time to eat yet?"
This man is a middle-aged man, not short in stature, but skinny and skinny. His whole body is like a thin bamboo pole carrying a suit of clothes.
After saying that, the man stopped kicking, and excitedly ran to the place where the boy dropped the object, leaned over to pick it up, brushed the slush dirt on the surface with his black hands, and put it in his mouth. chew.
It's actually a rice ball...
Seeing this person swallowing the rice balls in two or three, the boy who was beaten and did not fight back became anxious. He didn't know where the strength came from, and suddenly jumped up from the ground with a ferocious expression like a mad cub with two eyes. Blood red, and a roar that was almost a wolf howl came out of his mouth, and rushed towards the man.
"Pong"
The man was swallowing the rice ball when he was hit by the boy's head in the waist and eye, and fell to the ground with a grunt, and spit out the half swallowed rice ball in his mouth.
The boy succeeded with one blow, and caught a glimpse of half of the rice ball covered with saliva and saliva that fell out of his mouth, his eyes lit up, and a vicious dog swooped in like a snatch for food, clutching the rice ball tightly in his hand.
After all, the boy is small and weak. The man was caught off guard and was knocked down, but he was not injured. He got up and saw half of the rice ball in the boy's hand.
Rush over and punched and kicked again.
After a while, the boy was beaten with bruises all over his body and his nose bleeds, but he lay on the ground with his thin body curled up, pressing his hands that were clutching the rice balls under him, his mouth screaming: "Elder Zhao Fourth, you are raised by a dog... woo woo... This is the rice ball I asked for from the official, it is for my mother to eat... woo woo..."
The second roommate is about to wake up, and he is about to bid farewell to the messy life of dandy.
(End of this chapter)
