Chapter 1284: Wuling Boys Struggle Over Heads

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The lake in front of me was rippling, and the boat was floating empty on the lake. The late autumn wind blew past, and all the worldly thoughts were blown away, and I just wanted to cry up to the sky.

Looking away, Fang Xing looked at the people in the water pavilion, and said calmly: "Some people say that the wine and meat of the Zhumen smell bad, and the road is frozen to death, I don't believe it..."

"Xing Hebo!"

Someone in the water pavilion exclaimed.

Fan Jin got up, ready to get close with a smile all over his face.

Fang Qiyuan was also smiling all over his face, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Xu Qing was a little stunned, and then annoyed.

As for those scholars, everyone thought of Fang Xing being trusted by Zhu Di's family at this time, and many people had already turned a lot of thoughts of clinging in their hearts.

If you are excited, act!

This is the unity of knowledge and action.

Ever since, reserve turned into a smile, even flattery.

Fang Xing looked at these faces and mouths, and suddenly had a feeling that the world was surging and the world was filthy.

"Why are you waiting for today?"

Only Xin Laoqi and Xiaodao were behind Fang Xing, but he standing with his hands behind his back made the people in the water pavilion feel majestic.

This is the power brought by power!

Fan Jin walked out of the water pavilion and said with a smile: "It's a great honor for my uncle to come here. Today I will hold a literary meeting here, and I would like to ask my uncle to show his face."

Fang Xing smiled noncommittally, and when Fan Jin was delighted, he asked, "What good article did you publish today? How much did you pay?"

His eyes swept over, and no one dared to look at each other, including Xia Zheng who claimed to be either Tanhua or the number one scholar.

The wind blew past, shaking Fang Xing's green shirt, and also the hearts of those businessmen.

"How many?"

Fang Xing asked lightly.

"Three... thirty-three thousand."

Xu Qing said the number with sweat profusely, and Fang Qiyuan only then realized that something was wrong.

"Student aid? Or head wrapping?"

Fang Xing's words were like a slap, and the faces of those scholars who were directly slapped were painful.

The youths in Wuling are fighting for their heads, and there are countless red silk songs!

In Fang Xing's eyes, merchants became prostitutes, and scholars were naturally those Yingying Yanyans.

What a shame!

Fang Xing swept his eyes away, and said with a sneer, "Which one of you can't get through? Tell me, Ben will pay for it right away."

The scholars in the water pavilion couldn't bear the humiliation, their faces flushed.

What are you kidding?

Children from poor families, the kind who can't get rid of the pot at home, how can they have time to come here? No one will invite them here.

And everyone present today has fame, even if they were poor before, they are still wealthy at this time, and they can't be related to poor families.

"Having learned literary and martial arts, goods and the emperor's family, you don't wait to understand the world situation, don't bury your head in studying hard, why are you singing here?!"

Fang Xing said contemptuously: "Thirty-three thousand guns, what a big head wrap!"

"It's approaching the beginning of winter. How many people in and around Beiping are suffering from hunger and cold? You are talking about it here. I don't know if you have any experience? Benbo has also written poems. You can appreciate some of them."

Fang Xing seldom composes poems, and although the poems he sends out are not gorgeous, they are spicy. The only thing that was normal was the farewell to Yao Guangxiao.

"In the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties, a merchant, a scholar, a landlord, and a woodcutter were hiding in the snow in a temple. The merchant proposed to compose a poem, and a sentence came first..."

"It's snowing heavily."

"The scholar wanted to test his fame with all his heart, so he answered the second sentence, it's all about royal auspiciousness."

Liger!

Everyone snickered, but Fang Xing continued with a sarcasm: "The landlord has a lot of money and food in his house, so I just said, it doesn't matter if it takes another three years."

This sentence was wrong, Xu Qing, who was relatively familiar with Fang Xing, secretly smiled wryly, while those scholars were all stunned.

What kind of shit poem is this!

"The woodcutter's family is almost unable to open the pot. He just waited for the snow to be lighter to go up the mountain to cut firewood. He said the last sentence."

Fang Xing said coldly: "Put your mother's shit on!"

The autumn wind is getting colder,

Within the area centered on Fang Xing, there was complete silence.

Fang Xing turned around, and walked away surrounded by Xin Laoqi and Xiaodao.

The people in the waterside pavilion were stunned for a long time, and no one knew who murmured: "If he has the ability, he will go to build bridges and pave roads! Who can't talk big here!"

"That's right! Standing and talking doesn't hurt my back, I'm a scholar..."

"Uncle donates every year, and donating porridge never falls behind. As for building bridges and paving roads, Uncle made cement, which was first used in local areas. Therefore, when it comes to charity, no one can compare with him. It's just that He never advertised it!"

After Xu Qing finished speaking, he cupped his hands casually and said, "I'm ashamed today, I actually had an emotional dispute, Xu is leaving."

Xu Qing took the lead, and the southern businessmen followed suit.

"Master Xu..."

Fan Jin suddenly felt that he had fallen into a quagmire, and he was eager to grab a straw.

But Xu Qing didn't look back, and then Fang Qiyuan got up and sighed: "Today, Fang was wrong. The same surname is Fang. Uncle's realm is a hundred times higher than this one. I am ashamed of my surname Fang! Farewell."

Fan Jin pulled Fang Qiyuan's sleeve, and said fearfully: "Master Fang, will Xinghe Bo..."

"laugh!"

Fang Qiyuan tore off his sleeves without hesitation, and walked away with the northern businessman.

"This is circumcision!"

Someone exclaimed, and at the same time, the keen people naturally noticed something was wrong, so they left one after another.

"Where's the money?! Where's the money!"

A scholar stood in the water pavilion, thinking that a sum of money that would make him a little rich had just disappeared, so he couldn't help jumping and asking.

"Money? Do you want to lose your fame? Think about it, and go!"

In a blink of an eye, apart from his own servants, there was no one in front of Fan Jin's eyes.

"Why is this? Why is this inexplicable?"

...

And Meng Ying didn't know why, after arriving at the prison, he was locked in a single room, and after the stay was over, he realized that there was the sound of reading next door to him, and the sound seemed to have some impressions.

"Yang Pu? Master Yang?"

The sound of reading next door paused for a moment, and then came Yang Pu's voice: "Marquis Baoding, let's read."

The sound of reading came back, and Meng Ying was determined to climb up the Confucian generals anyway, so she knew it was a university as soon as she heard it.

Is this man crazy?

Meng Ying was horrified, Yang Pu has been in prison for many years, but he has been studying classics and history?

"Master Yang, you are..."

The sound of reading is still loud and undisturbed.

This man was slandered by the King of Han back then, and he was brought to Chiyu and imprisoned for many years, but he still did this.

terrible! Pitiful!

The eerie prison was so gloomy, Meng Ying restrained her mind, and slowly thought about why Zhu Di wanted to clean herself up.

Time passed, when Meng Ying was a little anxious because she couldn't think of anything, the Fang family welcomed a bunch of visitors asking to see her.

Mu Hua stood by the side, watching Fang Xing bathing the big and small bugs, this was a way to get close.

"Father! The big bug is going to bite you!"

Potatoes were watering on the side, Ping An was rubbing the bugs, and the three of them enjoyed themselves happily.

Fang Xing patted the tiger's head away, then wiped the saponin water on its body, rubbed it to make bubbles, Tudou saw it and went to help.

Ping An was just clumsily bathing the little worm, and the little worm sat very quietly in the tub, unlike the big worm who would shake his body from time to time, splashing Fang Xing and Tudou with water.

After bathing the two dogs, Fang Xing asked Tudou and Pingan to dry the dogs slowly with a towel. He clapped his hands and went to the front yard. 8974

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