Chapter 79 That Kid's Family Is Rich

With one more student, Fang Xing had to teach some basic knowledge one more time. Liu Pu was very honored for this, but at the same time, he was 'hated' by Zhu Zhanji and Ma Su.

Putting down the textbook, Fang Xing looked at the time, and explained: "Reading has never been a goal, but a process of understanding the world. In order not to teach you to become corrupt scholars, so today you go to the village to dig ditches."

After Fang woke up and left, Liu Pu stared wide-eyed and asked, "Your Highness, do you need to farm while studying here?"

Zhu Zhanji had already started to move his hands and feet, and said expressionlessly after hearing the words: "You'd better hurry up, or I will let you work until dark."

"impossible……"

Liu Pu felt that Zhu Zhanji was threatening himself.

Ma Su is the smartest. When Liu Pu was still doubting his life, he had already changed into coarse clothes.

When Zhu Zhanji saw it, he immediately shouted, "Ma Su, where's mine?"

Ma Su said with a smile: "The teacher said that you have to wash the clothes yourself, but yours is still dirty."

I'm dizzy!

Liu Pu looked at Zhu Zhanji in shock: This is the grandson of the emperor of the country! In the future, he would become a character of the emperor, Fang Xing not only asked him to dig ditches and farm, but also dared to let him do the laundry by himself.

Where is this?

Liu Pu walked outside the study and looked at the empty door.

I thought it was the Royal Academy!

I don't know if there is a royal academy, but even if there is, there is no way to let the emperor's grandson do his own laundry.

When the three of them appeared in the villa, Liu Pu in brocade robe became the focus of everyone's attention, and even Zhu Zhanji in dirty clothes couldn't steal his limelight.

Xin Laoqi looked at the three of them sympathetically, but his sympathy was all sympathy, and he still handed out a shovel to each of them.

The empty farmland was flat, and there was an old farmer standing beside Fang Xing. After consulting for a while, Fang Xing asked someone to draw a line in the field, and even dug a place for demonstration first.

"Everything within the line is dug according to this depth, and a few key places are dug a little bit bigger, otherwise the fish will die of heat."

That's right, Fang Xing is preparing to raise fish in the rice field at this time.

Fish farming in rice fields has a long history, especially in the south.

"Can fish be raised in this field?"

Liu Pu tucked the hem of his clothes into his belt, spit into the palm of his hand, and asked curiously.

Ma Su was already starting to do it, and said casually: "Yes, and the fish raised in the rice fields tastes sweet, much better than the fish in the river."

Zhu Zhanji also said with a sense of superiority: "Fish farming in rice fields can not only fertilize the fields, but also eliminate pests. This is a multi-purpose action!"

Liu Pu couldn't help but look sideways at these words, thinking how could the grandson of the emperor even understand the work of the farm?

"Don't dawdle. If you can't finish lunch, you only have steamed buns... steamed buns made from black noodles."

Fang Xing hugged the bell, sat on the ridge of the field without feeling dirty at all, and said slowly.

I say!

Zhu Zhanji remembered the smell of black-faced steamed buns, and immediately yelled: "Hurry up, don't think about having a chance to steal it."

Since he was going to work, Fang Xing would definitely let someone supervise him. No, he himself was sitting there like a wealthy landlord, only holding a birdcage in his hand.

But the bell is not bad either!

The little milk dog grew up day by day, Fang Xing just put it down, and immediately ran towards the right in a joyous manner.

"Woo... woof woof!"

Although the bell is small, the sharp teeth in its mouth have grown, and its limbs are strong. Seeing it jumping left and right on the field, Fang Xing felt that this day is really pleasant!

Today's temperature is about seven or eight degrees, but the three people in the field have already taken off their coats, revealing three different underwear.

"Hey! Look, that man's underwear is actually made of silk, so extravagant!"

"Extravagant fart, if you can't even dig a ditch well, you will probably die from hunger and food in the future.

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Two old men passed by here. They didn't know the identities of the three people working in the field, so they laughed unscrupulously.

Facing the ridicule of the old man in the country, Liu Pu felt a little embarrassed. Thinking of his majestic son An Yuan, when was he ever laughed at like this!

Liu Pu was about to retort, but when he turned his head, he saw that Zhu Zhanji and Ma Su were working hard without any interference, and their progress was much faster than his.

"Hey! Such a good shovel, it's useless to put it in that guy's hand."

"No, if it were my old man, I would definitely have dug it up."

The two old men were lamenting that the shovel was actually made of iron, and they saw Fang Xing sitting on the ground at half the salary.

"Ouch! Master, why are you here?"

Fang Xing felt that their teasing was just in line with his education plan, so he turned around to chat a few words, but saw three people behind the two old men.

A tall old man with a long beard and two strong men.

Fang Xing got up, cupped his hands and said: "Old man is lost, wait for me to call someone to lead you out."

This is Fangjiazhuang, and others will not go the wrong way.

The old man's gaze turned from the field to Fang Xing's body, his gaze was filled with scrutiny, "Are you Fang Xing?"

Yo! Or did you come here specifically to find me?

Fang Xing said with a smile: "It's the boy, the old man came to see me? Then please sit at home."

The old man shook his head and said, "Why did you let them dig a ditch?"

Could it be that this person came to scout the way after hearing about the excellent news of our Fang Xingjiao disciples?

Fang Xing immediately said sternly: "It's too biased to study hard blindly. Scholars not only have to work hard, but also have to learn to work. Scholars who don't distinguish between grains, even if they become officials, they will only suffer and let down Li Shu under his rule. Your Majesty's great hope."

The old man nodded noncommittally, pointed to the three people in the field and asked, "In your opinion, who is the best among those three people?"

This old man is interesting!

Fang Xing pretended to be looking for someone to chat with and said, "The one in dirty clothes, that kid's family is really rich, but he can still do these jobs without changing his face, and haven't you noticed, he has already found the knack of digging ditches. That's talent!"

The faces of the two big men behind the old man twitched, and then quickly calmed down.

"Oh! That shows that you have discernment."

"Of course, my eyes..."

Fang Xing was about to brag about himself, but he saw Ling Dang running over with a gray-black thing dangling from his mouth.

what is that?

"Bell, that's a mouse, throw it away!"

Fang Xing pressed the bell, but after thinking about it, he finally touched its head and praised: "My bell is really capable, it can hunt by itself at such a young age."

While quietly throwing the dead vole behind him, Fang Xing took out a tissue to wipe Bell's mouth.

"Go home and find your mother and ask her to give you something delicious."

Bell stood on the ground, staring at the field mouse thrown to the old man's feet with his dark eyes, then arched his body, and yelled at the old man as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Woo..."

"Why does this dog look familiar..."

The old man kicked the field mouse to the front of the bell, and then looked thoughtful.