Zhu Fang hasn't done much recently. His favorite thing every day is to write and calculate on paper, and then ask people to move out various types of steel materials.

On the workbench, a steel plate with holes at both ends is hooked, and then the handle with gearbox speed change at both ends is shaken and pulled.

Zhu Fang held a pen and stared at the steel plate in her hand.

Two tall and strong men were shaking the handle and trying to maintain the stability of the output power.

The steel plate gradually fluctuated a little, and the holes began to deform.

"Master Zhu, you need to step up your strength."

The two big men felt that they could no longer shake the handle without increasing force, so they said.

Zhu Fang shook her head, then took out a ruler, measured the deformation size of the steel plate, and said with satisfaction: "This formula is three millimeters less than the last time, and it seems that the tensile force is enough."

When the two big men heard this, they loosened the screws on the base and then took off the steel plate.

Zhu Fang wrote a string of numbers and symbols that others could not understand on the steel plate with a pen, and then put them into the warehouse himself.

There is a picture of the characters in the warehouse, and the font looks wild and unruly.

"Steel is the backbone of the Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Fang looked carefully, then said to the people around him: "My uncle said that the road is the blood of the Ming Dynasty, and steel is the backbone of the Ming Dynasty..."

"If the bloodline is blocked, people will get sick, their spine is not straight, and you will be embarrassed to say hello to your neighbor when you go out."

...

Zhu Zhanji invited Fang Xing to visit his house today, accompanied by Du Qian.

Zhu Zhanji sighed and said, "I went to the Hu family yesterday. It was deserted and it was heartbreaking to look at it."

Hu Guang also taught Zhu Zhanji, so he went to comfort his family as soon as he came back, which can be regarded as respecting his teachers and respecting the truth.

Du Qian smiled and said, "Your Highness, this matter is simple. Hu Xi is mourning at present. Next year, Your Highness can mention it in front of Your Majesty and just give it kindness."

Zhu Zhanji nodded: "Grandpa Huang added Wen Mu's posthumous title to Lord Hu, which is a precedent. I will take care of his family more in the future."

After Hu Guang's death, Ai Rong was definitely the first of the civil servants of the Yongle Dynasty. The first posthumous title was posthumously awarded the Minister of Rites, etc., which made those civil servants a little envious.

Fang Xing didn't say anything. His relationship with Hu Guang was too cold, and he would be caught by others whenever he said anything.

So he raised his eyebrows at Zhu Zhanji, "Why are you asking me to do?"

Zhu Zhanji coughed dryly, and Du Qian stood up tactfully and said goodbye.

After Du Qian left, Zhu Zhanji said embarrassedly: "Brother Dehua, my brother has been married until now, this... the offspring is very difficult!"

"Ahem!!"

Fang Xing coughed heartbrokenly, frightening the tail serving the side of the bird, and quickly changed the tea.

Fang Xing waved his hand, then pointed at Zhu Zhanji and said, "How old are you? If you follow my opinion, you should study hard in the academy now. Besides, if you have a son now, think about it! Think about it!"

Fang Xing stretched out four fingers and gestured, looking sighing.

“Four?”

Zhu Zhanji felt something was wrong as soon as he finished speaking and said with a dark face: "It's my negligence. You really can't be in a hurry for this matter."

Fang Xing looked at Que Tai, and the eunuch who was even more woman than a woman immediately retreated quietly.

"Four generations!"

Fang Xing pointed to his head and said, "If there were four generations, think about what the people in the court think? Your Majesty is still strong and strong. Although His Royal Highness... is a little bit like that, he can eat... and with you, will something unbearable happen in the future?"

Zhu Zhanji said with some interest: "How great it would be for ordinary people. Four generations live together and have fun!"

"Don't let the four generations live together, eat less celery first."

The Zhu family likes to eat celery and is a patient with heavy taste in diet. Zhu Gaochi is better, and Zhu Zhanji is purely a critically ill patient.

"Eat more light and reduce your belly!"

Fang Xing patted his lower abdomen that had always had six pack muscles, and then pointed at Zhu Zhanji's obviously protruding belly, with a look of disgust.

Zhu Zhanji frowned and said, "I don't eat greasy in the army! Why are you fatter again?"

"Daily practice must not be forgotten!"

After seeing Fang Xing off, Zhu Zhanji went to the inner courtyard.

The inner courtyard of Taisun Mansion is naturally not small. Not to mention anything else, the residences of those women can make people who don’t know dizzy.

Zhu Zhanji hesitated for a moment and finally went to Sun's place.

Sun was a concubine. Because she was once a favorite and childhood sweetheart of Zhu Zhanji, she was a little powerful in the mansion.

"Your Highness..."

Seeing Zhu Zhanji enter the room, Sun put down the needle and thread in his hand, revealing a perfectly surprised expression.

Zhu Zhanji felt a heat in his chest, so he held her little hand and asked, "Is anyone in the mansion neglecting you?"

Sun was stunned, and changed his eyes a few times in an instant, and finally pursed his lips: "Your Highness is joking. With the grandson concubine here, who dares to make things difficult for me?"

Zhu Zhanji saw the change in her eyes just now and frowned: "If you have something missing in the future, go find Yu Jia."

Sun's body jumped slightly, and a little girl-like expression appeared on his face...

...

The academy is still the same. Walking in the playground and listening to the sound of reading in the classroom, Fang Xing felt that he was running around all day long.

I glanced inside and saw that these were the second group of students, including Zhu Zhanyong, who were listening to Xu Fangda's lecture intently.

These days, there are only a few who can learn with such conditions. Students cherish this condition very much, and no one dares to waste their time.

Fang Xing smiled slightly, feeling that it was not the students sitting in the classroom, but the seeds.

"Teacher, Fuyang Hou is here to look for him."

Ma Su quietly appeared behind Fang Xing, scaring him.

"What's that eunuch here?"

Fang Xing couldn't help but shivered when he remembered Li Maofang he saw a year ago.

...

In the front hall, when Fang Xing saw the man with pink on his face, he couldn't help but stagnate.

"Hahahaha! Xing and Bo have been missing for a long time."

Li Maofang's laughter sounded a little like an angry Liang Zhong, sharp!

Fang Xing smelled a scent. When he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have smelled it on a boat on the Qinhuai River.

"Hao Fuyang is visiting his humble house, and I dare to ask what he has learned."

Li Maofang and Zhu Gaosui have a good relationship. Fang Xing set up a trap and destroyed him last time, so he was worried that this guy would notice it.

Li Maofang smiled dryly and said, "Xinghe Bo, the ships purchased from the Sihai Market dock every month. Xinghe Bo is making a fortune every day!"

Is this guy trying to open a house?

Fang Xing pondered: "There are not many members of Fang in the Sihai Market. How can we start with the so-called daily wages of gold?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Li Maofang laughed loudly, pointed at Fang Xing and laughed, then leaned back and forth, and gasped for a while, saying, "Xinghe Bo, there are people in the palace in the Sihai Market. I know this. I just want to ask, can this market be opened?"

Fang Xing said in surprise: "Of course it can be done, but Fang can't make the decision in this matter, you understand."

As he said that, Fang Xing pointed to the direction of the imperial city, looking helpless.

A hint of pride flashed in Li Maofang's eyes: "In the palace? I will go later, I think it's okay!"

Fang Xing bowed indifferently: "Then Fang will first wish the Marquis of Fuyang to make a fortune."

Someone has given me some advice on this guy, but he actually knows to make a cliché first.

"Thank you Xing and Bo for a lot!"

Li Maofang almost wanted to celebrate his success by roaring to the sky.

However, before leaving, he still couldn't help but show off his IQ.

"Uncle Xinghe, I just went to the palace. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince means... As long as you nod, this matter will be correct, hahahaha!"
Chapter completed!