Fang Xing was wandering around the village, holding a willow branch in his hand and whipping it boringly. The Xin Laoqi behind him was a little puzzled, why is the young master looking like a defeated rooster today?

After a round of patrols, I saw that it was about to be supper time, Fang Xing went back swaggeringly.

Today, Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai's mouths were both red, looking at them with a delicate and lustful desire to find the secluded and explore.

But both women turned their heads and woke up without paying attention.

"Ahem! Master, I'm thirsty!"

Fang Xing sat at the edge of the table with a golden sword, his eyes facing the sky.

Xiaobai stood up aggrievedly and went outside.

As soon as Xiaobai left, Fang Xing grinded to Zhang Shuhui, arched her shoulder and said, "Shuhui, that pepper matter is also my kindness..."

Today's lunch ended with Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai's mouth hurting. Even though Fang Xing found the mint candy, the two women's faces were still flushed...

Zhang Shuhui's eyes turned red. Fang Xing panicked when he saw it and hurriedly took out a tissue.

The supper ended a little deserted, and Zhang Shuhui washed up early and went to bed.

"Say, why is your young grandma angry?"

In the corner of the yard, Fang Xing was "comproving" Xiaobai.

Xiaobai stood up wrongedly, peeked at Fang Xing, and pushed his little chest forward.

"Young Master, you bully the young grandma."

"I'm bullying her?"

Fang Xing felt that he was really unjustly dead.

Xiaobai pouted and said, "You later put a bunch of mustard on the bottom of the young grandma's bowl. What's not bullying?"

Fang Xing touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "I'm joking!"

"But you are very unhappy with a young grandma like this."

Fang Xing realized that he was his wife! He was not a bad friend, so how could he put the mustard at the bottom of her bowl!

I remembered Zhang Shuhui's face at noon today...

"Okay, I understand, Master."

...

Fang Xing felt that he should review it, so he became attentive the next day...

"Husband, go out quickly!"

"Don't be so embarrassed!"

"Yeah! Don't move around, be gentle..."

Xiaobai lived in the wing room next to her. When she came out to wash, she suddenly felt blushing and froze there when she heard the sound.

After Fang Xingxin left the inner courtyard with a refreshed spirit, Xiaobai sneaked in.

"This husband is really..."

Zhang Shuhui on the bed was moving her hands and feet. Fang Xing mercilessly gave her a horse and chicken, which made her joints a little sore.

It turns out that's not the case!

She thought Fang Xing was blushing during the day, and she felt that her mind was a little impure.

The small conflict disappeared and I woke up to the study room. I saw Ma Su waiting at the door with a piece of bacon. Xin Laoqi next to him was frowning and teasing him.

"Get out!"

Fang Xing kicked him and looked at the laughing Xin Laoqi and said helplessly: "You hob meat, I'm going to have a holiday for you today. Go home to take care of the big girl."

Xin Laoqi hesitated for a moment. He felt that his responsibilities were not allowed to leave without authorization.

Fang Xing ignored him, just acted to kick someone.

After Xin Laoqi left, Fang Xing took Ma Su into the study.

After Fang Xing sat down, Ma Su knelt on the ground with a thud, but Fang Xing couldn't stop him.

"Meet the teacher."

"Damn! What is this for?"

Fang Xing immediately lifted him up and said, "I won't be kowtow here, so stand up quickly."

Ma Su handed over the bacon with embarrassment, "Teacher, it's up to me that I should have come with the six rites, but my disciples' families are poor..."

"Just come."

Fang Xing said with great comfort.

The relationship between master and apprenticeship is unusual these days, and it is important to respect a teacher like a father.

After Ma Sujing finished tea, Fang Xing took out a brush, a stack of books and three books.

"I don't need to do it anymore. I'm not short of money."

Seeing Ma Su wanting to argue, Fang Xing snorted and said, "This is what I give you. I will study hard in the future. No one in this world has learned this knowledge. You have to work hard!"

"Yes, teacher."

In the first class of the day, Fang Xing taught Arabic numerals.

"Let's see if our original number writing method was very troublesome, and it looked obscure."

Ma Su nodded and said in confusion: "But teacher, everyone is using this kind of counting writing method now!"

Fang Xing said disdainfully: "These are Arabic numerals. Do you know how they came from?"

Without waiting for Ma Su to answer, Fang Xing continued: "More than 4,000 years ago, my Chinese ancestors had invented the plan, and the counting method was very advanced."

As he said that, Fang Xing wrote a vertical piece on the paper, followed by two vertical pieces and three vertical pieces...

"This is the counting writing method of our ancestors. Later, it was passed on to ancient India through the Silk Road, which is the current Mughal Empire. Their earliest counting writing method was similar to this one, and later it evolved into this."

The teacher is so knowledgeable!

Ma Su was immersed in the study, and before he knew it, it was lunch time.

"Teacher, the disciple will leave."

Ma Su is preparing to go home, but his mother must have prepared the meal and is waiting for him to go back to eat.

Fang Xing said with some conscience: "From noon, I will have dinner at the teacher's house, and I will not be able to lack your bite."

Ma Su looked at Fang Xing's lazy appearance, but his eyes turned red without any competing.

After school in the afternoon, Ma Su hurried back home, but found that there were more things at home.

Liu pointed to the table helplessly and said, "This is sent by your teacher's family. I can't stop it. There are also rice, flour, grain and oil in the kitchen."

Ma Su touched the new oil lamp on the table and said with a dry throat: "Mom, the teacher is an amazing person, I will learn from him well."

...

Teaching three days a week is Fang Xing’s teaching time. On the one hand, he will go to Ma Su to study art production, and on the other hand, he doesn’t want to work so hard.

"Brother Dehua, Your Majesty has issued an order to pick out agile young men in Beijing and other places. It is said that after the selection, they will be sent to Yingtian Mansion."

The weather was still very hot in late summer. Chen Xiao slapped while fanning, "The crown prince's young man is a hero. Your Majesty asked these people to be entourages, call them young soldiers, and perform martial arts."

Fang Xing was a little dazed, and he remembered the crown prince.

Zhu Di was dissatisfied with his eldest son and very dissatisfied with him, but he was very satisfied with Zhu Zhanji's grandson, just like his father Zhu Yuanzhang, who was also with his grandson Zhu Yunwen.

Therefore, Zhu Zhanji was named the crown prince early, which also established Zhu Gaochi's position as crown prince.

Otherwise, those two guys who were eyeing each other were not good at it.

But Zhu Zhanji didn't please him very much in history books. The key is that this guy died too early and passed the throne to his young son, but Wang Zhen almost destroyed the country.
Chapter completed!