The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 54 Go to the river to set up a windmill

Yan Xiucai's face instantly turned red. He gritted his teeth and said, "Wansheng would rather hang himself and throw himself into the river than surrender to Jiannu!"

Fang Yu didn't praise him for his integrity, thinking that it would be better if you don't think the water is too cold.

Fang Yu continued: "What the Ming Dynasty needs most now is not to recruit people, but money and food. With money and food, you will have status, which is much better than raising people."

Yan Xiucai said weakly: "Being born late, being born late does not have money or food."

Fang Yu took out the statistical book and put it in front of him and said, "You don't have it, I do! Scholar, from now on you will make the statistics table. Doesn't it mean that you have control of the money and food?"

Yan Xiucai looked at the statistics book, his eyes blank.

He has been in the camp for so long, so he naturally knows a lot of things.

He knew that his employer's food and money were endless.

He also knew that Master Sun Chuanting was about to arrive in Laishui County, and he would definitely come to his employer for help.

If the boss agrees then, the supplies Mr. Sun needs will also need to be calculated.

So what the boss said is right, this is status and power, at least it is much stronger than the middle examination.

In the eyes of the governors of the three sides, people are like ants.

But he certainly wouldn't dare to offend the statistician, otherwise he would be given a slight lag in the name of review...

Yan Xiucai thought of Mr. Sun, and then of his father-in-law's ferocious face, and couldn't help but feel his heart beat.

But... Yan Xiucai was confused: "The late students have to be on duty at the city gate every morning and evening. They have to teach classes, prepare lessons, and correct homework. Even if the late students are willing, it is difficult for them to have time to do this..."

"Time is like a wet rag, there is always time to squeeze it in." Fang Yu said.

Yan Xiucai: "The late student studied the Four Books and Five Classics, but is not very proficient in arithmetic."

"It's okay, I can teach you. If you have the foundation, you can learn it quickly..."

Yan Xiucai finally failed to resist the temptation of power (mainly because he could deal with his father-in-law) and nodded in agreement.

Fang Yu looked at Yan Xiucai's leaving figure and was in a good mood.

Although he has entrusted Min Wenggong to invite scholars (to prepare for night classes and schools), and there are many at once.

But those scholars are all crazy, how can Yan Xiucai be so simple? (He just wants to hang himself and take revenge)

Fang Yu disliked "smart people" because of their changeable minds.

Fang Yu threw the statistical book aside and shouted into the room: "Axiu, come out quickly, let's go to the river to set up the windmill!"

On weekdays, there are many people coming to Fang Yu and there are many things to do. Those who take A Xiu out to play are all high school sophomores, seniors and Liu Ji. (Old man Zhao also has a lot of things to do)
This time Fang Yu took the initiative to ask Axiu to go out and set off the windmill. This was the first time.

Sure enough, as soon as Axiu heard it, she ran out with great joy.

"Slow down, slow down!"

Fang Yu quickly bent down to hug her, then lifted her up on his shoulders and strode outside.

Axiu giggled happily, stretched out her little hands, and lifted the small windmill high.

Along the way, we met the patrol team led by Deputy Chief Gao, the county residents who were building roads, and the construction team who were busy working in the education hall.

Those county residents didn't know why, but all the people in Xincheng stopped what they were doing and had a reassuring smile on their faces.

To be honest, no one, including Old Man Zhao, has figured out: Why would Mr. Fang be willing to stay here?

These people have nothing and can't give Mr. Fang any feedback.

And with Mr. Fang's status as the Son of God, he can go to the capital to be worshiped by the emperor, or he can go to the colorful world of Jiangnan to play in the world.

But Mr. Fang... well, it's not all for us!
The more they thought about it, the more grateful they became when they looked at the two figures, one big and one small.

Well, we can’t forget about Yang Shuban.He squatted on the road and knocked bricks, watching Fang Yu and A Xiu leave, thinking to himself: Those blue dogs should relax now, right?

It’s time to go in and have a look!

Secretary Yang hesitated for a while, then threw the hammer in his hand and said to the team leader: "I drank too much water and I have to clean my hands."

What?Are you going to clean your hands again?
Now not only the people in the same group were angry, but even the honest group leader He Zhuwa couldn't bear it anymore.

It wasn't even lunch time yet, and Yang Dingtian had already "cleaned his hands" three times, each time taking a very long time.

Just like someone scolded: Why don't you just hang the latrine on your body!
He Zhuwa suppressed his anger and said: "You are not allowed to go. If you want to pee, just pee in this bucket. Anyway, there are all big men here, no one will look at you!"

Yang Shu was not interested in Zhuwa, so he ran straight towards the latrine without looking back.

By the moat, today is really not a good day to set off windmills, because there is no wind at all.

So Fang Yu could only carry Axiu on his back and use his running speed to take advantage of the wind.

"I fly!"

Fang Yu started running with great momentum, and the windmill above his head turned rapidly.

Axiu was very happy to see it.

Unfortunately, Fang Yu was originally a poor sports student. After running two laps along the moat, he was out of breath and almost couldn't fly.

Axiu was having fun.

Fang Yu originally wanted to risk his life and run away again, but he saw the second year of high school and a bunch of blue dogs watching happily.

How can this work?
Fang Yu stopped and called the sophomore over, panting: "Come and take Axiu to fly a few laps. You have to be fast, but don't fall down."

The sophomore in high school agreed, and then imitated Fang Yu, carrying Axiu on his back and yelling: "I'll fly!"

Then he ran out like a bull.

"You can still do it in the second year of high school. I haven't eaten or practiced in vain these days."

Fang Yu watched the sophomore running like flying, much faster than he ran before, and couldn't help nodding in appreciation.

At this time, Pang Tiande, who was on duty at the city gate, also came out.

He smiled from all the way: "It's rare that Mr. Fang is in such a good mood today. If I had known, I would have brought Xiaoni here."

Pang Tiande's "daughter plan" has begun to bear fruit.

Because there was only Axiu in the camp, after Pang Tiande brought Pang Xiaoni to the class, the two quickly became good friends.

Axiu also called Pang Xiaoni "sister".

Just because Axiu calls her sister, Pang Tiande is no longer afraid of chaos, bandits, or slave-building.

Fang Yu and Pang Tiande joked for a while, then mentioned something.

Fang Yu asked: "Brother Pang Pang, do you know where to find stone lions? They should be old (look older) and the carvings should be fine."

Of course, the purpose of finding the stone lion is to support Teacher Pan's plan to restore blood.

The previous vat sold was neither cheap nor expensive.

It is the consensus of Fang Yu and Teacher Pan to choose those things that are not outstanding and would rather sell them several times.

To put it bluntly, I just don’t want to attract attention.

But the miniature sculpture circle is only so big. Once you sell one vat, don’t sell it a second time.

Fang Yu had already come up with a few spare ones: a big stone lion, a large vase from a folk kiln (the kind used by scholars to place scrolls), and a large carved bed.

Pang Tiande thought for a moment, such stone lions can only be found in temples, and also at the entrances of large households, but how can people sell them?
(End of this chapter)