Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 10 Review

  When Zhang Mao heard Fang Jifan's name, his face darkened.

Turned into ashes, he recognized this kid. Zhang Mao was a titan who fought in the South and North. Fang Jifan's father, Fang Jinglong, had served under this old man. I heard that Fang Jinglong gave birth to an unworthy son, who not only sold out his family property, but also made Fang Jinglong half dead, so much so that when Fang Jinglong returned to Beijing triumphantly last time, he came to his house to pay a visit, and he also looked shy .

Zhang Mao looked at Fang Jifan's being kidnapped by all kinds of people, and thought that everyone was rushing to come to review it. You are good, you were still tied up, if you hadn't been asked by His Majesty to come here by name, you would not have come. ?

   Shame, what a shame!

  If it wasn't for the emphasis on the occasion, Zhang Mao would have wished to beat his chest and stumble. It's a pity for Fang Jinglong. The old Fang's family has been loyal for several generations, so how could such a thing be born.

  The most pity is that this guy is still skinny and tender, with a handsome face, bah, why is he like an opera actor in the Liyuan, among the handsome children in the prince's mansion, which one is not tall and majestic?

   "Are you Fang Jifan?"

  Fang Jifan was ashamed, and just wanted to say something.

  Zhang Mao pointed at Fang Jifan and said sullenly, "Untie his rope."

   Two pro-armies untied Fang Jifan's rope.

Fang Jifan felt his body stretch a bit, and before he could relax, the white-bearded and haired British Duke Zhang Mao pointed to his nose and said painfully: "Your father is also a hero, why did you give birth to such a useless thing like you? He is reluctant to teach his son a lesson. , but the old man insists on disciplining you, you have sold your ancestral property, pigs and dogs are not as good as..." After finishing speaking, he raised his hand and was about to hit him.

  Fang Jifan was stunned. As for what, he wanted to hide, but fortunately a few military officers around him couldn't see it, so they hurriedly stopped Zhang Mao, and said: "My lord, today's review, it must not be like this."

Zhang Mao was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and he said angrily: "Okay, although the old man is ordered to take the exam today, don't you, Fang Jifan, also want to review it? The old man will stare at you to see if you, a worthless prodigal, dare to make mistakes. Come on." People, distribute paper and pens. Fang Jifan, sit here."

  He pointed at an empty desk in front with a cold expression on his face.

  Fang Jifan was stunned. In the current situation, it is better to be cautious in words and deeds. This British prince does not seem to be easy to provoke.

  He sat obediently on the empty desk in front, and then a clerk took pens, ink, paper and inkstones to distribute.

  Zhang Mao said with his hands behind his back: "Move the old man's chair."

  Fang Jifan was ashamed, but saw that Zhang Mao had already sat down in front of his copybook, and then stared at his every move.

  When the examinees behind him saw this, they were all secretly delighted.

Zhang Mao then said: "The proofreading of the Ming Dynasty was at first riding and shooting, but since Emperor Wen, if you only use riding and shooting, you can't judge heroes. Offering words is also a test of your talents and learning, His Majesty has already made a question, come, take a question."

   Then, a civil official came holding a sign. Fang Jifan was stared at by Zhang Mao and felt cold, but after seeing the title, he ignored Zhang Mao.

  But I saw a few golden lacquered characters written on the archway: "Why is the town southwest".

  This question can be seen at a glance. This is the emperor's question, how can we solve the problem in the Southwest.

You know, since the early Ming Dynasty, the imperial court has included the provinces in the southwest into its territory. In order to govern Guangxi, Yunnan and other places, the imperial court established many Jimi prefectures and Jimiwei in the southwest, and ordered the chieftain to govern the place, which can start from Taizu. There has been no peace in the southwest for a day. The local chieftains or natives rebelled almost every now and then. Just last year, the "Fujiang Rebellion" broke out in Guangxi. The imperial court racked their brains to quell the rebellion. Fang Jifan's father, Fang Jinglong, also went to Guangxi to suppress the rebellion. Although the rebellion was put down, the Ming army suffered a lot of casualties and spent an unknown amount of food.

  Thinking about the barbarians in the southwest has become a heart problem for Emperor Hongzhi. This time, such a problem came up in the review.

The examinees looked at the questions, and all their eyes were bright. These meritorious children had heard about the Southwest Rebellion long ago. Many of their fathers had the experience of going to the Southwest to suppress the rebellion. How can they beat these barbarians? not easy?

  So they picked up their pens one by one and started answering the questions excitedly.

Fang Jifan stared at the question and pondered for a long time. He knew that this was the opportunity to review that he had won so hard. If he could rank among the best, he would have a chance to be ashamed. .

  Fang Jifan cheered up, raised his eyes, and saw Zhang Mao's gaze. Fang Jifan actually smiled at him friendlyly, but Zhang Mao's face stretched even longer.

  If other people laughed like this, Zhang Mao still thinks this kid is good, respecting the old and loving the young.

   But people like Fang Jifan smiled the same way, and Zhang Mao subconsciously thought that this kid was playing some tricks.

  He was sullen, but saw that Fang Jifan had bowed his head, and began to write quickly.

Ok?

  He...can write?

  The kid from the Fang family...can write?

Fang Jifan is really writing. In his last life, he practiced calligraphy well. He even participated in a calligraphy interest class when he was in school. Of course, it is impossible to compare with the calligraphers of this era, but his identity can be used to bluff People, it is enough.

  He condensed his breath, turned his wrist with indescribable seriousness, and thought in his heart, if he is lucky enough to get the golden belt, whoever asks Fang Jifan to give him an injection, we, Fang Jifan, will use the golden belt to slap him to death.

  Zhang Mao sat on the side, but was shocked and dumbfounded. This kid... really knows how to write!

  Perhaps... this kid is not as miserable as he imagined, is he spreading rumors and exaggerating?

  He changed his mind and was thinking.

  Unexpectedly, Fang Jifan had already written the pen, and he was the one who answered the fastest.

   There is a big man next to him staring at him, really uncomfortable.

  Fang Jifan even felt that Zhang Mao looked like an old glass.

   Is it tolerable or unbearable!

  But... Anyway, my brother is a prodigal son, and this image may not be reversed for a while, so...

  Fang Jifan said without hesitation: "Hand in the paper!"

   Hand in... hand in paper...

   Shocked everyone.

Many examinees raised their heads and looked at Fang Jifan in surprise. Soon, they seemed to feel normal again, and they were all secretly happy. The prodigal son of the Fang family is the prodigal son of the Fang family. It's still too early to finish, but this guy just handed in the paper, is it a blank paper?

  Fang Jifan ignored these gazes, he just wanted to escape far away, anyway, he had already finished answering the questions, so whether he could get it or not was up to fate.

  Zhang Mao was so angry that he vomited blood, slammed Fang Jifan's copybook, and said angrily: "Fang Jifan...you...you...you really...don't make sense. Okay, okay, okay, accept his paper and seal it up!"

  I wanted to get angry, but when I think about it carefully, it seems that getting angry during this review is really meaningless. If this kid wants to die, then let him die.

  Fang Jifan didn't stop there, but saluted Zhang Mao: "Let's go." Then he flew away.

  (end of this chapter)