Chapter 841: Long Live My Emperor, Long Live, Long Live

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Liu Zhengjing has a feeling of falling from heaven to hell.

Just like him now, in this hell, being burned at the stake.

A single thought a month ago directly turned him from a rich man into a pauper who was about to owe a whole lot of debt in an instant.

I am ashamed of my ancestors.

Liu Zhengjing's tears were about to come out, the corners of her eyes glistened with tears, her heart ached so badly.

He looked bewildered and stunned.

But Fang Jifan looked merciless.

Love to buy, buy, don't buy and go, you spend a fortune to repair your house in the inner city, can't you still live in it?

Of course, even if the houses in the inner city are repaired, it will be difficult to live in. Not only in the future, but also the environment there will definitely not be restored. There will be more or less dirty and messy. When the new halls and government offices are built in the future Wake up, you Liu Zhengjing is a majestic Hanlin, can you get up early every day, sit in a sedan chair for two hours, and come here to be on duty? Can you bear it?

So, in the future, you still have to obediently come to Xincheng to rent.

The problem is that, near the imperial palace, most of the mansions are luxury mansions. To put it bluntly, whoever buys this place is either rich or expensive.

People will rent the house to you because they are greedy for your little rent?

Even if someone wants to rent it out, the price must be scary, and it will never be less than the cost of mortgaging a house.

Otherwise, you can live together with the craftsmen in a temporary shack, or else, five miles or ten miles away from the third ring road, isn’t there a cheap house there?

This house, you have to buy it, if you don’t buy it, you have to buy it.

Fang Jifan's body is full of moral blood, otherwise, how could it be possible to rise to 19,000, if he is not a decent person and upholds the value of everyone having a house to live in, I am 30,000 taels today, believe it or not.

The land here is all surnamed Fang. If you don’t want to buy the land with my surname Fang, turn left for seven or eight miles when you go out.

Among the hundreds of officials, there are quite a few people like Liu Zhengjing. At this moment, they are about to faint.

God has no eyes, why not let a flood flood this new city.

These people stared wide-eyed, and the abacus in their hearts had already begun to count wave after wave.

A loss of six thousand taels...

A loss of twelve thousand taels...

Even more ruthless, there are tens of thousands of taels.

wanna die.

My heart hurts.

There are older ones who almost fainted.

Liu Zhengjing looked miserable, hesitated for a long time, looked at Fang Jifan, and gritted his teeth: "Buy, 19,000, buy three acres, the next official will bring the down payment tomorrow, Fang Duwei, you have to be conscientious, you can't change your mind, in front of Mr. Liu face, let's speak clearly."

He had made up his mind, Liu Zhengjing was not stupid, after suffering such a big loss, he was of course angry, and he even wanted to slap Fang Jifan directly.

But he understands that this house must be bought, not impulsively. Unfortunately, this is a fait accompli. What I am most worried about now... is Fang, who is shameless and keeps going up.

These days, I am really afraid. In the beginning, the house of 11,000 mu has doubled in just a few months. How much wealth is this? Of those who bought 10,000 mu at the beginning, none of them are lying down and earning money.

Thinking about it, I feel like a big fool.

At this moment, reason has no meaning.

You have to buy it, and you have to sell it as you grit your teeth.

Liu Zhengjing's body trembled, and she looked nervously at Fang Jifan. He couldn't let Fang Jifan renege on his promise and become fat, otherwise, he would really kill himself by wiping his neck.

Fang Jifan sighed, and put his hands behind his back: "I, Fang Jifan, are a man of faith. Tomorrow, the guarantee is 19,000, but the day after tomorrow...there is no guarantee."

Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "Actually, there is a piece of land in my palace seven or eight miles away. It's cheap. Do you want to think about it?"

"..." None of the ministers responded to Zhu Houzhao.

The smile on Zhu Houzhao's face gradually disappeared.

I couldn't help thinking bitterly in my heart, the one with the surname Fang is the Hua Zhai, from Ben Gong's point of view, it can only be sold to the working people.

These damn dog officials actually look down on Bengong's land.

That Wang Bushi, when he heard 19,000 taels, passed out from happiness. In a few months, he made a net profit of nearly 20,000 taels of silver. The savings and management, do not have this net worth.

He couldn't help but straighten his waist, looking around, feeling a bit contemptuous of these poor ghosts around him, wishing to find someone to share his happiness immediately.

But immediately, I felt a little regretful. I knew this earlier, so I tried to find a way to raise money, even if it was a loan, it would be great to buy another set.

Everyone has their own thoughts, some are ecstatic, some are suffering unspeakably, those who are ecstatic do not dare to show it on the face, they will be beaten by others, the wood is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it, and the right way is to be a low-key person.

Those who are heartbroken should not reveal that this new city is intact, which is a good thing. If you cry at this time, it will inevitably appear that you have only selfishness in your heart and no justice. The dignified court officials should not talk about money. How can this be the case.

Zhu Houzhao took the lead, and Fang Jifan followed, leading the ministers to the Meridian Gate.

This Daming Palace was still majestic, but after the wind and rain, it didn't seem to be any different.

Then, the Meridian Gate opened wide, and all the officials filed in, only to see that in the Daming Palace,

in Apple pie order.

Emperor Hongzhi was very worried in the Daming Palace these days, he cut off contact with the capital under such heavy rain, but thinking that such a rare rainstorm is bound to cause disaster, he was very anxious.

On the contrary, it was the Empress Dowager Zhou, who was at ease.

A few days ago, in order to celebrate moving into the new palace, a group of actors from the Xishan Drama Troupe sang operas for the Empress Dowager in the harem, but now it was raining heavily, so they were simply kept and let them sing operas all day long.

Fang and Queen Zhou were fascinated by this Beijing opera.

What "The Case of Guillotine Beauty", "Da Jin Zhi", "Siro Visits His Mother", "Farewell My Concubine", "Dingjun Mountain" are really enjoyable.

The most interesting thing is that each of these plays is full of stories. These actors are carefully selected by Fang Jifan to settle in the capital, and most of them are women. Gradually began to take shape on stage.

Every time Queen Zhang watched "Farewell My Concubine", the tears in her eyes couldn't be stopped.

Emperor Hongzhi desperately handed her a handkerchief.

Especially that Tsing Yi sang: "Big... Wang... ah... ah... ah..."

The lingering lingering sound of that mournful voice stretched out the frail Tsing Yi to King Chu.

The overlord of Chu was a hero, and his sons and daughters loved each other. Hearing the arrival of the Han soldiers, when Yuji drew her sword and killed herself, the overlord of Chu groaned, and Empress Zhang hugged Emperor Hongzhi and wept bitterly.

Emperor Hongzhi was in a daze. He also liked drama, but he never entered it. It can be seen that Empress Zhang has such a heartbroken appearance, and Mrs. Zhou, rubbing her tears. When the drama ended, Emperor Hongzhi said: "This Farewell My Concubine, you are not allowed to sing in the future."

"Who said you can't sing?" Zhou shivered angrily: "What a good show."

"This this……"

"You, I don't understand, you are confused." Zhou put the teacup on the coffee table fiercely: "Come on, invite them again, and just sing this "Farewell My Concubine". And the shadow of Concubine Yu."

Empress Zhang was also in pain and happiness, wiping her tears, nodding her head and saying: "What grandma said is that Tsing Yi's singing skills are excellent, especially the sentence: "Han Bing, he...he...killed him." came in. "This sentence, the concubine listened, and her heart was broken."

Zhou smiled while wiping away tears: "Yes, I really feel sorry for her, let them rest for a while, and come again."

Emperor Hongzhi was dumbfounded.

He couldn't understand why this play had to be heard one after another.

Is this interesting?

But now that the rainstorm seems to be... it can only be here as a companion.

He has listened to dozens of scenes, and the final oops of the Overlord of Chu always echoed in his ears. Occasionally, he would complain a few words: "Actually, this Farewell My Concubine is fake, probably..."

He hasn't finished yet.

He suffered Zhou's supercilious look.

The Zhou family hated Emperor Hongzhi's seriousness the most: "Your Majesty is not at the friendship between Chu and Han, nor is he in the tent of the overlord of Chu. How do you know whether it is true or not?"

Even Xiao Jing and other eunuchs cast a bitter look at Emperor Hongzhi. They followed the Zhou family, Queen Zhang, and His Majesty to listen to the opera here. Many people were fascinated. Now His Majesty is here Splashing cold water, talking about the Legend of the White Snake today is simply far-fetched, why is Xu Xian so stupid. He also said that the overlord of Chu is not a hero, he slaughtered everywhere, and he was also a thief of the people.

Such a person is very annoying.

Finally the rain stopped.

Emperor Hongzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and drove to Fengtian Hall, the babbling voice was still in his head, and it didn't dissipate, but he felt a little blamed in his heart, Fang Jifan tossed out these dramas.

For now, though, there is business.

He was eager to know what was going on outside, and when Liu Jian and the others made their salutes, Emperor Hongzhi smiled and looked around: "It has been raining heavily for the past few days. I am here, but I am still clean. There is nothing to lose in Daming Palace. I just don't know. What's the matter? Liu Qing's family... tell me."

Liu Jian smiled wryly, and when he arrived in the hall, he prostrated himself: "Your Majesty, the heavy rain caused heavy losses. Thousands of houses collapsed in the inner city and outer city, and the damage was countless. The flood in Beijing was waist-deep. It is shallow, and it reaches the knees. The losses of the soldiers and civilians are even more immeasurable, and the veteran is ordering the Shuntian Mansion to do its best to repair and relieve the people's hardship."

When Emperor Hongzhi heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he sighed worriedly: "Most of the houses are not strong enough, so they can't withstand the heavy rain. After natural disasters, there are man-made disasters."

"It's just...just...just..." Liu Jian started to hesitate.

"Huh?" Emperor Hongzhi said, "What else is there?"

"Your Majesty, there are also some situations in the Forbidden City. It's just that the veteran doesn't know much about the inside story. Let Eunuch Zhang report."

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