Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

There were no traces of torture on Wang Yuan's body, but he was terrified of the man who used torture.

He was gasping like a forgiveness, and when Fang woke in, he wanted to yell, but was glanced at by the man.

With just a glance, Wang Yuan gave up his plan to curse.

"Say it."

Fang Xing nodded to the tormentor, expressed his appreciation, and then began to question.

There is an additional document on the side to record.

As a clerk in the East Factory, even if you are standing in a pool of blood, you have to have the ability to continue working without changing your face, otherwise it would be dereliction of duty.

After Wang Yuan's intermittent confession was over, the man nodded apologetically, and then tortured again.

In the screaming sound, the clerk began to check the names one by one, turning over and over, asking upside down, if something was wrong, the screaming would immediately increase a few keys.

After half an hour, the roster was finally checked out.

"Thank you to help me copy a copy."

The document looked at Chen Shi, and Chen Shi nodded.

Later Fang Xing left with the roster, and Chen Shi went to see An Lun.

An Lun flipped through the roster, frowning for a while, then relaxed with contempt.

"They are all members of the party and private parties. With this roster, don't want to be reused in the future."

Chen Shi was not concerned about this. He tentatively asked, "Father-in-law, what is Fang Xing doing with the roster?"

An Lun shook his head and said, "This is not something we should mix up. Be careful to get the upper body into trouble."

Chen Shi felt that An Lun was a little too kind today, some of the shadow of Sun Xiang back then.

No one wants to go to an official is a bad temper, and he likes to punish his subordinates, so this is good news.

An Lun waved his hand suddenly, and Chen Shi bowed and retired. When he went out, he saw a fan who had disappeared for a long time standing outside the door.

After he left, Fanzi came in and told him: "Father-in-law, Yan Chunhui is very low-key and humble in Fuzhou, and everyone says he is good."

An Lun rubbed the ice-cold teacup and asked, "Can you be on guard?"

Fanzi feels that An Lun hasn't woken up: Then who is Yan Chunhui? Dare to say anything about the high security?

And what is he afraid of?

"Father-in-law, Yan Chunhui and his colleagues are like up and down, and sometimes they go outside to have fun."

After speaking, An Lun didn't respond. Fan Zi rushed back to the capital from Fuzhou to be exhausted physically and mentally. After standing for a while, he looked up carefully.

An Lun was looking at the tea cup in her hand, her eyes drooping, she didn't know if it was melancholy or sad.

...

There is more New Year's atmosphere in the capital, and every store without exception sends a buddy outside to solicit customers.

Fang Xing dismounted to feel the atmosphere, and at the same time looking at the dazzling array of goods, wondering whether his family likes it.

He saw dried bamboo shoots in the south, as well as all kinds of sugar made from the cane sugar of Jiaozhi in the south, and they were of different shapes. Those beast sweets are the most popular, and a few adults laughed and watched their children picking them.

Fang Xing walked over and took a look, even sniffing the candies.

The shopkeeper praised: "The customers are expert at first sight! This cane sugar has a strong flavor, as long as you know the business, you don't need to look carefully, and you will know the true and false by sniffing. Now some people use those mixed sugars to pretend to be cane sugar, it's a black heart! "

The children looked at Fang Xing curiously, and then looked at their parents with trusting eyes.

Then there is embarrassment.

Although everyone's life is much better now, if it weren't for the holidays, no one would come to buy the expensive cane sugar. Their parents have not even made up their minds whether to buy some back.

Fang Xing smiled and said, "In the future, it will be more and more and cheaper."

Then he picked some beast-shaped candies and left.

"Will it really be cheaper?"

Several parents are asking the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper specializes in cane sugar, and has a deep understanding of the details, but he is not as familiar with the general situation as Fang Xing.

"Yes, sugarcane has been planted in the West, and cane sugar will be made there in the future, and it will be sent back by boat. It will definitely be cheaper."

"Western! I heard that it's very submissive now."

"Yes, Daming Navy has just defeated the Thai-Western coalition forces, and there is no opponent above the sea. Who dares to be disrespectful!"

"Yeah! The outside of the Great Wall has also disappeared, and the sea is stable. The dynasties and dynasties have not been as powerful as Da Ming."

"Those people used to call Daming mighty, let’s just listen. I passed by the barracks a few days ago and heard that they shouted Daming mighty when they were practicing inside. Practice, and then went to the battlefield and shouted these words."

The shopkeeper saw a few customers with a proud look, so he jokingly said: "I have also been out to sea, I went to Xiaoliuqiu to see the sugar cane fields. That time I happened to meet the fleet going to the west, my goodness! That boat is full of paved boats. The entire surface of the sea is full of ships and sails, and you can't see anything else. At that time, I felt that it was really good to be born in Daming."

"Yeah! Let's be a Daming man in the next life!"

...

Fang Xing was called into the palace carrying a candy.

Zhu Zhanji's beard grew longer and longer, Fang Xing saw that he was a bit inconsistent.

"Why look at me like this?"

Zhu Zhanji has finished dealing with political affairs and is sipping tea.

Although the position of the emperor was tiring to make Fang awake and discouraged, it was envious of the enjoyment of some rare resources.

Fang Xing took a sip of the tea, but he didn't feel a bit of astringency, and his mouth was full of fragrance.

He was wondering whether he could get half a catty of this kind of tea and go home to drink, and he casually said: "In my impression, you have always been black and needless. You have been so long now, and I always feel something is wrong."

This is something wrong caused by the status change, and the two know this well.

Fang Xing was accustomed to the young grandson who had messed up in Fangjiazhuang, and even the depressed prince later became a success.

Just becoming an emperor, the estrangement brought about by the change of identity makes people feel reminiscent of the fate of the year, and can't help but feel stunned.

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "Not growing my beard is always bad for majesty. I originally wanted to fix it. But the last time I pulled my beard and didn't hold it firmly, I fell off at once, so I just grow my beard."

Is there pressure from state affairs and officials in this almost childish decision?

Fang Xing did not speak, thinking about the experience of that young man gradually stepping onto this supreme throne.

It's not easy!

A country is pressed on a person's shoulders, how much pressure can that be?

Fang Xing felt that he couldn't bear it, so what about Zhu Zhanji?

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "Huang Huai has already entered a memorial, saying that it is almost time to recuperate ~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ He refuses to spend time at home and prepares to come back. I am thinking! After this person has gone, will there be an afterlife? If not, is it cost-effective to be busy in this life? If those people think like this, then where did they work hard and never rest until they grow old?"

This topic is rather loose, but it was brought up by Zhu Zhanji, and Fang Xing had to think about it.

Where did he come from?

Fang Xing felt that he should have come after seeing those rebellious files in the south.

Even if they were taken back to the dedicated land, the rebellious gentry could still live very well.

So what are they doing?

"Some people say that those who rebel are not greedy enough, I don't think they are all."

Zhu Zhanji said in a dazed tone: "The ignorance that a person has been born with has gradually grown, and he feels that he can poke a hole in the heavens. How happy it is to give pointers to the country and express your enthusiasm."

The emperor is tired!

He needs a rest!

Fang Xing was about to say something, but Zhu Zhanji continued: "Gradually people begin to grow old. When they have children and grandchildren, seeing them born and grown up like they were in the past, Brother Dehua, I feel very at a loss! I feel that I will meet sooner or later. Like those old people with streaked faces, thinking about it, I feel that there is no more nostalgia in this world."

Fang Xing felt that he had heard the emotion of an emperor who wanted to become a monk.

He knew that Zhu Zhanji had a lot of things and anger that he couldn't tell others, so he could only hold it back.

So he felt like he should do something.

"You are tired."

Fang Xing asserted: "When people are tired, they tend to get depressed. They feel that all thoughts are grayed out and their eyes are gloomy."

"You have taken the pressure, and throughout history, there is no emperor stronger than you."

Zhu Zhanji suddenly smiled and said: "Sure enough, you understand me. Under pressure, I really feel tired."