Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 19 I have a trump card

Fang Jifan still looked complacent, and smiled slightly: "Really, you really don't want this silver? No, my young master threw this silver to the beggars on the street. It seems that you don't want to cure that consumptive ghost. "

  When this tuberculosis ghost said three words, he actually felt vicious.

  But the three scholars looked at each other at this time.

  Obviously, the classmate named Wang Zheng, if he doesn't get medical treatment, his illness will be prolonged, and he may not survive.

The three of them exchanged glances tacitly. Although their faces were sullen and unbearable to be humiliated, in the end, the leader of a scholar finally softened. His face was ashen, and his eyes flashed with pain. Reluctantly kneeling down, he saluted Fang Jifan ruthlessly: "Student Ouyang Zhi, styled Boren, goodbye...bye...bye teacher."

  When he looked up, his eye sockets were already red, as if tears were about to burst out of them.

In order to save their classmates, this is the only way to do it. This is not only an insult, but most importantly, scholars pay attention to the status of rulers and ministers, father and son, teachers and students, etc., and now they want to save people. However, to worship such a vicious person as Fang Jifan as a teacher, God knows how much trouble it will cause in the future.

After Ouyang Zhi bowed down, the other two scholars also bowed down with tears in their eyes, and one said: "Student Jiang Chen, styled Zi Chuan, please... meet your teacher, and ask him to give you some money to... treat Brother Wang Zheng, he No matter how late..." As he spoke, his throat seemed to be blocked, and only weeping was left.

   "Student Liu Wenshan, character Yuanyou, meet your teacher."

  When the spectators saw Fang Jifan falling into trouble like this, they felt sympathy for these three scholars.

It's just that Fang Jifan got used to being misunderstood long ago, but he just smiled coldly, threw two ingots of silver in front of Ouyang Zhi, and said casually: "I'll give you this silver. It's really boring. Just kneel." He said haha, but he was relieved.

  It is not easy for a prodigal son to be a good person and do good deeds.

Ouyang Zhi accepted the money in humiliation, stood up, and bowed to Fang Jifan again, looking very solemn, it seemed that in their hearts, the relationship between teachers and students was not as simple as just bowing, he said: "But I don't know Gao's name in Enfu, so that students can know that in the future... if students are lucky enough to be able to go to high school, they will surely serve Enfu in the future."

Fang Jifan put his hands behind his back, and was surprised by his words. Immediately, Fang Jifan suddenly realized that in this era, the most immoral thing for a courtier is to be unfaithful to the king; the most shameful thing for a son is to be unfilial; What I am afraid of is being accused of being disrespectful to my teacher.

  The teacher-student relationship is like a monarch and minister, father and son.

  Fang Jifan smiled, squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "My name is Fang Jifan..."

   "..."

  The scene was embarrassing for a while, the spectator who was still full of anger just now paused obviously, and then...then...

  It was as if a gust of wind had blown by, but with a whoosh, in the blink of an eye, the spectators on the third floor and the third floor just now ran away completely as if Liu Xiang had possessed him.

   Do you want to be so exaggerated, is this the Olympic 100-meter hurdles?

  Fang Jifan's complexion is very ugly, can't it be that his reputation is really so bad?

As for Ouyang Zhi and the others, they also looked as if they had been struck by lightning. The three of them suddenly felt their legs go limp again, probably wishing to hammer their own hearts. There was a buzzing in their minds, and they immediately thought of a sentence——Qing Ben Beauty, but how can I follow the thief.

   There was a snap.

  But the shopkeeper of the inn had quick eyesight and quick hands, like lightning, got into the shop as fast as lightning, and then shut the door tightly with a bang.

   On the street, only the wind is left, and the wind sweeps the fallen leaves, rustling.

   On the contrary... On this cold street, someone still gave Fang Jifan a little face. A girl with braids stayed behind, with a crisp look, and looked at Fang Jifan with wide eyes.

  Fang Jifan finally had some comfort in his heart. Adults are not sensible, but children know good and bad, and know that Fang Jifan is not blindly doing evil.

He squatted down, his heart was full of warmth, he looked at the little girl, even with the dry snot on her face, he thought it was cute, Fang Jifan gently pinched her face, and said softly: "Hi, little girl. "

Unexpectedly, while the little girl was trembling, she suddenly spat on Fang Jifan, and the spittle spilled on Fang Jifan's handsome face. After completing this feat, the little girl was trembling with fright, but she was still full of air , said crisply: "I... I'm not afraid of you!"

   "..."

   "Get out!" Deng Jian yelled at the little girl eagerly.

  The little girl burst into tears, covered her face and ran away as if flying.

  Ouyang Zhi and the three stood there dumbfounded. They were prepared mentally before the apprenticeship, but they never expected that this person was—Fang Jifan...

  Fang Jifan smiled at them, but no matter how breezy the smile was, in their eyes, it was more terrifying than the angry King Kong.

  Fang Jifan said: "Okay, take the money and go to save your classmates, and... three days later, come to the teacher's residence, the township examination is coming, the teacher must make up for you..."

  As soon as Ouyang Zhi said this, he almost vomited blood, and his face suddenly became paler.

   Make up lessons...

  The prodigal son of the Fang family... Ah, no, the mentor actually wants to give us extra lessons!

  This time, they had already delayed their studies, and they had no hope in the provincial examination. If they let this 'mentor' make up extra lessons, they might not pass the exam in their lifetime.

  The three of them felt extremely sad, but they wanted to cry but had no tears.

  Fang Jifan didn't say anything more, turned around with Deng Jian in a very chic manner, and drifted away.

  It feels so good to do good deeds.

  Fang Jifan felt that he was full of strength now. These three apprentices are not bad, but after three days, will they come to the door? Maybe they got the money, packed their bags, and ran away.

  Give it a try.

  If they really come to the door, it means that these three people regard the relationship between teachers and students higher than the sky, and the help I have given them is worthwhile.

  Northern Zhili's rural examination... It's the 11th year of Hongzhi, and the test questions are recorded in Beijing's government annals... If the right medicine is given, based on their talents, they should be very promising.

  Fang Jifan’s most regretful thing is that he knew all the examination questions during the Hongzhi period, but as a descendant of aristocrats, he was unable to take the imperial examination.

  Master Ben, he is a man with countless trump cards!

   Facing the setting sun, the afterglow of the setting sun shone in Fang Jifan's eyes. This young man with an evil smile on his face, but deep in his eyes, was indescribably clear.

   All the way back to Fang's house briskly.

  Just entering the house, when the gatekeeper saw Fang Jifan coming back, he looked at Fang Jifan with a pale face and said, "Young master, you are back. At home... there are guests at home. Uncle invites you to go."

  Fang Jifan folded his hands behind his back, with a look of indifference: "Who are you? Don't go."

   Menzi cried, "It's the Duke of England."

  (end of this chapter)