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1820 Feng Family

 And while Xiao Han was gritting his teeth and fighting those little things, the study room in the governor's mansion was also brightly lit at this time.

Different from the oil lamps used by ordinary people and the candles used by better families, the ones used in Feng An's study were something called spermaceti oil.

It is said that this oil is extracted from the head of a giant fish weighing one million pounds. It is very rare and the only fuel second only to the legendary shark oil.

Of course, just look at the spermaceti oil lamp on the study table now. It has strong light, white color, stable flame, no smoke and dust, and is flame-resistant. Only one lamp can achieve the effect of later generations of incandescent lamps. It can be said that except for the price, it is really expensive.

, it is really difficult to find its shortcomings.

It's just that such good fuel can only be brought from overseas by people from the vassal state, which makes people sigh a little.

"Overseas vassal states? What should they be like?"

Looking at the lights on the desk that seemed to be frozen and not even beating, Feng Ang closed his eyes and leaned on the seat tiredly, as quietly as if he had fallen asleep.

"Father!"

Feng Ang didn't rest long in the study when a figure broke in from outside the door and asked him angrily: "Our Feng family! Are we really going to leave Lingnan?"

"Yes." Feng Ang, who was leaning in the chair, knew as soon as he heard the voice that this was his youngest son. He couldn't help but frown slightly, then he still closed his eyes and nodded lightly: "Within three years, our Feng family will

Just gotta get out of here."

"Why!"

When the young man heard this, his face turned purple with anger, and his fists were clenched tightly: "Just because of that bullshit Lord Marquis, our Feng family is going to leave this land where we have lived for generations? I don't think so.

Do it! I will gather people right now to chop that bastard prince into mincemeat and throw it into the sea to feed the fish!"

As he said that, the young man suddenly turned around and walked out!

"return!"

Just when the young man was about to reach the door of the study, Feng An's light but majestic voice sounded again!

The young man was startled when he heard this, and his movement to push the door open was stopped in mid-air. He could tell that his father was a little angry.

"Hey, you are already a provincial governor, and you are still so impetuous in your work!" Slowly opening his eyes, Feng Ang calmed down and glanced at his youngest son in front of him.

This child who has received the most blessings from the family is actually the dullest among them. Not to mention compared with the eldest son Feng Zhidai, even compared with other sons, he is far behind.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be the only one coming to question his decision now.

"Assassin?"

However, Feng An obviously doted on his youngest son too much. When he heard the word "provincial governor", Feng Zhidao, who was already gritting his teeth, not only did not restrain himself, but his expression became a bit more ferocious.

"The governor of Enzhou?! What's the use of the governor of that ungrateful place? I stayed there for half a year. Every day, in addition to listening to those demoted officials complaining about everything, I also tried to judge the gourd case against the natives! I didn't even want to take a sip of wine.

I have to have them shipped from Guangzhou, so I won’t do it anymore! Whoever wants to be the governor can be the governor!”

"Nonsense!"

Seeing that his youngest son was such a bastard, even Feng An, who had always loved him, was really angry! He stood up and slapped the table with his hand, and the solid golden nanmu immediately made a sound, as if he was about to be beaten.

This slap seemed to interrupt everything.

"The governor of Enzhou was appointed by His Majesty himself. Do you think you can do it if you want to do it, and if you don't want to do it you can't do it?!" Feng Ang's face turned red with anger as he stared at his youngest son in front of him.

When Feng Zhidao saw his father like this, he was a little scared. He forced himself to maintain his courage and said: "The emperor is not looking at your father's face! Besides, if you hadn't nodded, who is not afraid of death and dares to be the governor?

I want my child to say, it doesn’t matter whether he is the emperor or not, since he wants to drive our Feng family away, then he is unkind, so don’t blame our Feng family for being unjust! Let’s just rebel against him! Look at the land of Lingnan,

Whoever speaks matters!"

As he spoke, Feng Zhidai became excited for some reason, as if he was very proud of his idea. He didn't realize that the face of his father opposite him had turned from red to blue, then from green to white, and finally the white was a bit scary.

.

"Go back to your room! Uncle Fu, find someone to keep an eye on him! Don't come out without my instructions!" With a wave of his hand, Feng An was really in no mood to talk nonsense with him. He just wanted to have this bastard put away.

Lock him up quickly so that he can stay out of sight.

"Ah? Father? Father!" Feng Zhiding, who was so proud, never thought that his father would fall out with him just as he said he would. Just as he was angry and wanted to ask a few more questions, an old face with a smile appeared in front of him.

"Master, listen to me and go back quickly!"

"What? Go back! What if I don't go back? You dog..."

Seeing the face in front of him, Feng Zhidai was immediately furious. Over the years, he had been accused by this man in front of his father many times! Does he still dare to lock himself up now?

The angry Feng Zhiding pointed at the man called Uncle Fu and cursed loudly. Unexpectedly, before the next words were spoken, he saw his father's cold face,

In an instant, the anger that had accumulated in Feng Zhidai's chest was completely dissipated. He did not dare to curse anyone at the moment, so he had to hang his head and walk to his room honestly.

"Why!"

Watching his useless son leave, Feng An also sighed deeply, and then slumped down on the chair.

"Master, the young master is young and frivolous. Master, there is no need to be angry."

People looked at Feng Zhidai, and Uncle Fu, who was always smiling, turned back to the study. When he saw Feng An's disappointed look, he couldn't help but persuade him: "When you were young, didn't you do a lot of ridiculous things? With you?

In comparison, the young master is not too out of the ordinary."

"That's different!"

It was strange that Feng Ang, instead of getting angry at such an offensive word from a servant, just shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I did a lot of ridiculous things at that time, but absurdity and stupidity are two different things! This guy obviously didn't have enough brains! Is it possible that our Feng family is really as good as the guy named Xiao outside said, and its talents have withered?

"

"The young master is a little naive." Uncle Fu smiled, stepped forward and poured a bowl of tea for Feng An, and continued: "But he just misses his homeland and doesn't want to leave."

"Don't want to leave? Do you think I am willing to leave?" Looking at the strong tea handed over by Uncle Fu, Feng An licked his lips, and finally shook his head. It was already late at night, and drinking tea at this time is not good for sleep.

not good.

"Hey, people have to bow their heads when they are under the eaves!"

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