Chapter 167: Prisoner

The Fangjiazhuang was silent, and after Fang woke up and got off the carriage, he saw Zhang Shuhui standing outside the door with Xiaobai, and a group of maids and servants behind him.

Zhang Shuhui smiled and said with blessings, "Congratulations to my husband for his triumphant return."

"Congratulations, master!"

After shouting in unison, Fang Xing supported Zhang Shuhui, patted Xiaobai's head, and said, "It's just a contest with a certain chance of winning, it's not worth being so grand."

Zhang Shuhui got up and said: "My husband has worked hard, I have already prepared the banquet."

"Banquet? Good."

But when Fang woke up, he realized that Zhu Zhanji had arrived first, drooling while looking at the bottle of wine on the table.

"Ahem!"

Fang Xing rushed over in a few steps and protected the bottle of wine.

"This is a good wine that has been around for a long time. Let's have a drink later."

When Zhu Zhanji saw Fang Xing, he was overjoyed at first, and then said, "Brother Dehua, my little brother is restless today. Is this bottle of wine a reward?"

"dream!"

It's time to start the banquet. This banquet is called a celebration banquet. Naturally, there is enough wine and water.

After drinking a bottle of good wine, the next thing is the rice wine brewed by the village itself.

Zhu Zhanji asked in a low voice: "Brother Dehua, you said that the scholars are huddling together for their own personal gain. I understand this truth, but how can we avoid it?"

Fang Xing felt a little drunk, he beat Liu Pu who was trying to steal the glass of wine in front of him with his chopsticks, and then said: "This is difficult, you have to know that people seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. , no one can change."

"Instead of waiting for them to grow up, it's better to build a cage, a cage that can monitor rights."

Fang Xing felt that Zhu Zhanji's idea was outrageous. Corruption, as a trace of human existence, would probably continue until human beings disappeared.

This thing can only be found a way to suppress it, but don't think about getting rid of it.

"How much did Emperor Taizu Gao kill?"

Referring to Zhu Yuanzhang, the most ruthless emperor who killed corrupt officials in history,

Zhu Zhanji also said with lingering fear: "At that time, there were people who were skinned and used as grass, as a warning, but they still couldn't stop the greed of those officials."

"As long as people continue to eat whole grains, they will never stop!"

Fang Xing came to a conclusion on this matter.

Zhu Zhanji was a little melancholy, and took a big gulp of rice wine that didn't taste very good.

"Cough, cough, cough! Brother Dehua, why haven't you been going to the military camp since you came back from Jiaozhi?"

Fang Xing said with a smile: "If it was the recruits from the past, it would be fine, but now the Jubaoshan Qian headquarters has made a lot of achievements in battle, and its combat effectiveness is even more eye-catching. If I continue to stay inside, one day my head will twitch and I will lead soldiers into the city Where are you going?"

Zhu Zhanji was silent, Fang Xing was not Zhu Di's man, if he was allowed to control this firearm outside the city, not to mention Zhu Di, even the people in the Ministry of War and the Five Armies Commander's Mansion would not be at ease.

Northern Expedition!

At this time, both of them thought of Beizheng.

After dinner, Fang Xing took Zhu Zhanji to Zhu Gui's place, and demonstrated the convenience of the flintlock on the spot.

"You don't need a matchlock, and you can start a fire even if it doesn't rain too much. It also simplifies a lot of steps and increases the frequency of launching."

Zhu Zhanji tried to light the fire once, looked at the spark and said excitedly: "Brother Dehua, this is the same as the fire sickle!"

Fang Xing smiled and said: "It's a truth, but no one thought of using it on muskets, and the lifespan of the shrapnel is not long, so it has to be replaced, or it will break."

Zhu Zhanji remembered the things Fang Xing taught, and blurted out: "This is Gewu?"

Fang Xing nodded and said: "I taught you physics, you can also understand it as Gewu. But my Gewu is different from Confucianism!"

Confucianism has been passed down to the present, and the so-called Gewu already has some flavor of later learning of the mind.

——Metaphysical, and with a philosophical face! The good name is: Confucianism and Taoism!

Zhu Zhanji couldn't put it down because he built an exquisite flintlock device. If it wasn't much larger than the scythe, he would definitely take one home.

After sending Zhu Zhanji away, Fang Xing was going to go with Jia Quan to see Hong Bingzheng in the prison of Yingtian Mansion.

"I need to know who is behind my back."

Standing outside the prison, Fang Xing watched Jia Quan take out the sign and then gave the jailer a small piece of silver. He felt that Zhu Zhanji's ideal of making all officials in the world innocent was a joke.

"People's hearts are the most complicated!"

Following the jailer into the dark prison, Fang Xing first smelled a stench, like a person who hasn't bathed for several years.

"vomit!"

After retching for a while, Fang Xing miraculously found that the jailer and Jia Quan seemed to be immune to this.

Jia Quan looked at the numb eyes on both sides, and said without paying attention, "Mr. Fang, if the people from Jinyiwei couldn't stand the smell, they would have been kicked out a long time ago."

There are cell cells on both sides. Behind the rough wooden railings, seven or eight people are crowded into one room, sitting on the straw with disheveled hair.

And those straws have long lost their original color.

Walking outside the innermost cell, Fang Xing saw Hong Bingzheng.

This cell is probably the safest, and there are only four people in it including Hong Bingzheng, so it can be called a 'luxury suite'.

The jailer said with a flattering smile, "Jia Baihu, this is the place where serious offenders stay."

Jia Quan brought Hong Bingzheng here at noon, so the jailer knew his identity and had a very good attitude.

However, Jia Quan's trip is a private one, so the benefits that should be given must be given, otherwise the rules will be broken.

Rules are above all else, this is the unspoken rule!

At this time, Hong Bingzheng no longer had the high spirits he had in the morning, let alone his "righteousness". After seeing Fang Xing, he rushed over rolling and crawling, grabbed the railing and shouted: "Mr. Fang, we are just fighting between emotions. We are both members of famous religions. Why do you want to kill them all?"

Fang Xing squatted down, met Hong Bingzheng's eyes, and suddenly smiled and said, "You have the face to say that it's a dispute between emotions? But if you succeed in framing me, do you know what I will face?"

Hong Bingzheng's lips twitched, but he couldn't refute.

If Fang Xing loses this morning, his reputation will be ruined, and the teachers and students of the Guozijian will create public opinion, making it impossible for him to gain a foothold in Jinling or even in the south.

And there is another unpredictable factor, that is Zhu Di.

How dare you lie to my grandson?

Everyone can imagine what Zhu Di would do in a fit of rage.

The possibility of Fang Xing being killed is very high!

"If I lose, then you should be full of friends at this moment, pushing glasses and changing glasses, and making fun of me, the defeated opponent, triumphantly, right?"

Hong Bingzheng was speechless, he could only keep a straight face, and wanted to maintain his last dignity.

Fang Xing stood up and said, "I'm here today, I just want to know one thing."

Hong Bingzheng lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Who gave you my exercises?"

After investigating Hong Bingzheng's background, Fang Xing knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to do the theft of the exercises.

When he was in the Imperial College, Fang Xing just wanted to blow his arrogance, so he put the matter on him.

Hong Bingzheng still did not speak, and the other three prisoners in the cell shrank into a ball and covered their ears, indicating that we did not hear.

Knowing too much is the way to death! (To be continued.)