Chapter 2333 Farewell, Peace in Both North and South

There is a bit more joy of harvest in Jinling City in autumn.

The staple food of the Ming Dynasty used to be rice and wheat, but later potatoes were added. There was even news outside that the Jiashu Department was working on a high-yield crop that was as high as potatoes.

Twenty years ago, this news would have made people flock to it, and everyone would be talking about it.

But now that there are potatoes, people who don’t have enough to eat will only be laughed at.

As the day dawned, Jinling City gradually woke up.

Nowadays, many people can afford breakfast, but most of them cook it at home.

There are many types of breakfast outside, but the most popular ones are pasta.

The most popular types of pasta are naturally pancakes and noodles, but this is the old calendar, and the current northern pasta is no longer Wu Xia A Meng.

Fried pancakes are everyone’s favourite, and they are a joy to eat. After taking a bite, the oily aroma penetrates directly to the tip of the nose. Then it invades the brain from the nose, and coupled with the aroma of noodles forced out by deep-frying, the taste can make people want to continue eating.

The breakfast stall is just a door panel with two high stools underneath.

The door panel is the operating table. Next to it is a double-burner stove, a large one cooking soy milk, and a small one cooking pancakes.

The person running all this is a half-grown child.

The autumn morning was a little cold, so the child scooped some lard into the pan, and then put the spread pancake down.

Smoke suddenly rose from the pot and made a sizzling sound.

The fragrance filled the air. Fang Xing sat on the bench next to him and sniffed, saying, "Don't get confused! Is there any oil residue? Add a little more."

There are three narrow tables here, all now full.

Most of these people had jobs in the city and had to rush, so they ate quickly.

A sip of the scalding soy milk warmed the body. For a moment, there were slurping sounds all around, but those people were all looking at Fang Xing and the servants sitting around him.

"Brother is a rich man!"

A big man who seemed to be from a modest family looked enviously at the young man who grabbed a handful of oily residue in a bowl and put it on the dough, then pressed it in with a spatula. His mouth watered.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "You can afford it too!"

The big man shook his head and said, "I can't bear to part with it. If I have the money, I'd better keep it, maybe buy a piece of candy for my child."

The young man over there saw that the oil residue had sunk into the dough, so he used a spatula to flip the oil cake over.

"Zi..."

The oil residue made a louder sound when heated, and then the fragrance gradually filled the air.

Fang Xing squinted and smelled the fragrance, and said impatiently: "Don't be confused!"

The young man pressed the pancake, looked back at Fang Xing with a frown, and said, "I know the heat!"

Fang Xing said sarcastically: "Okay, I'm just worried."

The young man snorted and skillfully turned the cake over again.

At this moment, the oil cake has turned yellow, and then a little gray. It doesn't look good, but it makes people can't help but move their index fingers.

After a while, the pancakes were ready. The boy used a bamboo knife to divide the pancakes into four pieces and asked Fang Xing, "Do you want hot sauce?"

"Yes, more."

Fang Xing rubbed his hands and couldn't wait anymore. The young man smiled confidently when he saw it, then spread the hot sauce on the pancake and put it on a plate and brought it over.

"A bowl of soy milk."

Fang Xing picked up a piece of oil cake and took a happy bite. The oil residue exploded in his mouth, and he could even feel the slightest trace of lard flowing in his mouth. Then the aroma of oil mixed with the aroma of noodles burst out suddenly, filling the mouth everywhere.

Fang Xing closed his eyes and chewed slowly. When he heard the sound of putting something in front of him, he touched it and brought the soy milk to his mouth.

There was no sugar in the scalding soy milk, but the rich bean aroma in the mouth washed over his mouth, which was dominated by the aroma of the pancake. Fang Xing suddenly felt that his life was complete. ,

A man walked over quietly. Xin Laoqi looked back, and the vigilance in his eyes gradually dissipated.

The man walked up behind Fang Xing and whispered, "Uncle, everyone on the list has been captured."

Fang Xing was drinking soy milk. Hearing this, he took a bite of the pancake, squinted his eyes in satisfaction and nodded.

The man behind him turned around and left. Fang Xing ate the pancake and then walked back to the station.

"Master, aren't you going to the Ministry of War?"

Fang Xing shook his head and said: "The big deal is settled. The best thing now is gentleness, and I am here to be a deterrent. There is no stability up and down."

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With the collection of news from various places, the situation in the south of Ming Dynasty gradually stabilized.

The rebels either died or were caught, waiting for the opportunity to be sent to the ship, and then went all the way overseas to contribute to the overseas development of the Ming Dynasty.

But the atmosphere in Jinling City was still tense because Fang Xing was still there.

Huang Jianshen's death was a small matter, but Fang Xing made it a big deal.

As a famous scholar in the south, Wang Yuan actually poisoned his disciple, who had been helping him for many years.

The South is shocked!

After checking the hospital, Liu Guan also ate fried pancakes for breakfast, which seemed more upscale since they were filled with fillings.

But there are some sequelae after eating the stuffed pancakes.

Before the inspection, all the people specially summoned were looking at Liu Guan.

Liu Guan felt a little heartburn, his stomach was also a little burning, and he felt very uncomfortable.

Breakfast was rumbling in his stomach and then surging into his throat. He couldn't help but burp, and then the oil cake mixed with gastric juice returned to his mouth.

He swallowed the oil cake back, calmed down, and said: "The evidence of Wang Yuan's crime of poisoning Huang Jian is conclusive, and he also confessed. This case is important and involves human relations. It should be known to everyone in the Ming Dynasty and taken as a warning."

The people were a little dissatisfied with being driven here, but they became a little excited after hearing this topic.

While human tragedy makes people sad, gossip is inevitable.

Wang Yuan's arrest caused a commotion in Jinling City, and those gentry were all making a fuss.

Fang Xing didn't care at the time. When those people made a fuss that Fang Xing was taking revenge for personal reasons, which aroused people's suspicion, he released the evidence of Wang Yuan's crime, and Jinling was silent for a while.

"Wang Yuan has been planning since the time of Emperor Wen. He funded Wen Fang and others to become famous, and then used his connections to send Wen Fang and the other two to the side of Emperor Ren..."

This is a secret, and the people are listening with high spirits, and the complaints that were driven away have dissipated.

Liu Guan felt a burning sensation in his chest and abdomen, and he frowned and said: "Wen Fang and others were plotting rebellion, and Wang Yuan knew he was in danger, so he began to lie dormant."

"Old thief!"

Someone cursed, and then was shocked.

According to the rules of the past, such behavior would be pulled out and shown to the public.

But the yamen runners and soldiers on the side did not move.

Liu Guan did not move, and said: "What kind of celebrity is this who is trying so hard to rebel?"

Seeing that no one cared about what people said before, someone shouted: "Sir, some people say that celebrities and famous prostitutes are the same, both need to be famous."

This was too vulgar, and the soldiers on the side looked at Liu Guan, but did not get the hint to take action.

So the people became bolder.

"Don't look down on famous prostitutes. Famous prostitutes must have integrity. If they follow this today and that tomorrow, they are not famous prostitutes. Those who half-close the door are better than her."

After a burst of laughter, seeing that Liu Guan did not care, some people said something more pointed.

"Famous prostitutes have to practice their skills. If they are not good in bed, no one will care about them no matter how famous they are. But famous scholars..."

"Some famous prostitutes sell their skills but not their bodies, just like some famous scholars, they are righteous and have better and bigger reputations than anyone else, but who knows what they are doing secretly!"

"They are just thieves and prostitutes, bah!"

Liu Guan was enduring the discomfort in his chest and abdomen, and didn't care about the increasingly heated discussion.

"Since ancient times, famous scholars have been like famous prostitutes, climbing over the wall in the middle of the night!"

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"....Wang Yuan's reputation has been ruined, and even those so-called famous scholars dare not go out, otherwise they will be ridiculed by the people."

"Nowadays, the city does not respect the gentry very much, and we will never see those people acting arrogantly again."

Fang Xing nodded and said, "From the initial indignation to the current disgrace, their reputation has been ruined. In the past, they could still use public opinion to build momentum and turn the situation around. It can be seen that the court's official newspaper has been published for three consecutive issues. The gentry's "loyalty" is undoubtedly exposed, and no one will listen to their instigation."

Fang Xing was very satisfied, and then called the Jinling officials to come and told them some precautions.

Then the news that he was going back to Beijing spread throughout Jinling, and then slowly spread to the entire south.

The emotions in Jinling City were very complicated, half of them wanted to keep him, and the other half wanted him to get out as soon as possible.

Cao An came to ask for an interview, but was rejected by Fang Xing.

At his point, many things have to look at the timing. If it's over, it's over. Forcing it to continue will only bring trouble in the future.

So one morning, Fang Xing led the Jubaoshan Guards to set off.

Before leaving the city, a group of people blocked the city gate.

Two old men stood in front, and behind them was a big man holding a plate.

"Master, it's the practice wine!"

Fang Xing felt warm in his heart, dismounted and walked slowly over.

The two old men bowed, and the people behind them saluted one after another.

The soldiers guarding the city stood by and watched this scene with some inexplicable joy.

"Xinghe Bo has worked hard."

An old man turned around and took a bowl of wine, and another old man said: "Some people are dissatisfied with seeing blood, and some people are dissatisfied with less benefits, but there is no order without rules. The solemnity of the south started from the Boye..."

Fang Xing looked at the people with their heads down, and knew in his heart that this was a real practice.

They were afraid of being seen by the gentry and being retaliated afterwards, but they still came.

But after clearing the land, they will pay less taxes this year.

This is the benefit, the people only see this, whoever can give them benefits they will believe.

This realistic and simple view of likes and dislikes has little research value, but it is worth every official to think deeply and explore.

Fang Xing was excited, took the wine bowl, raised his head and drank it.

The wine flowed down his chin, and his throat kept surging.

He finished the bowl of wine and smiled: "Thank you all for seeing me off. No matter what others think, the days will pass slowly, and everyone will slowly know what is good and what is bad. Ming..."

He put the bowl back, looked at these people and said: "Ming will get better and better, and your days will also get better and better."

An old man led the horse for him, Fang Xing was terrified, but he couldn't refuse.

After getting on the horse, he bowed and said: "One family is not really good, thousands of families are smiling, this is your majesty's original intention, I just hope that the north and the south will be united and bathed in the sun."

"Xinghe Bo slow down..."

Everyone made way and bowed together.

Fang Xing went out of the city and saw that the Jubaoshan Guards outside the city had assembled, so they joined together.

The footsteps faded away, and the people gradually dispersed.

"The latest Jianming Daily is here!"

The sun was high in the sky, and a horse entered the city and stopped at the city gate. Two young men took a bamboo tube.

Opening the bamboo tube, there was Jianming Daily inside.

They posted the newspaper on the wall inside the door, and gradually some people gathered around.

".….. The title article of this issue... North and South are safe..."