Seeing Fang Jingzhi's generous look, Mao Xiang was dumbfounded.
Is this kid a fool?
Does he know what he is rejecting?
"Xiao Wang, uh, kid, I'm not joking with you. If you really come up with this method of military rations and dedicate it to the imperial court, you will definitely be doing the imperial court a great favor. Our Emperor Zhu is a generous man, so he will definitely not If you know how to be stingy with rewards, you won’t be able to escape at least one title..."
As an emperor, Lao Zhu can naturally see the great use of this military ration. It may be used to facilitate transportation in Yunnan, but it is used in the desert grassland!
Lao Zhu could almost imagine Lan Yu leading three thousand men and horses, carrying two months of food and grass to wreak havoc on the grassland, and the Mongolians crying for their fathers and mothers.
The man named Lan can definitely do this, and he can do it successfully.
Lord...title? ? ?
Mao Xiang was dumbfounded and his chicken turned purple with jealousy!
That's a title, an iron rice bowl for future generations, and a civil service establishment!
I have been by Lao Zhu's side for half my life, and I have made countless contributions, big and small, and done a lot of dirty work. So far, the stingy emperor has not given me a title!
Mao Xiang suddenly felt a bit bitter in his mouth.
Want to cry...
"How big is the title, can I be called uncle, Nanhe uncle?"
It would still be possible if he could be made an earl or something like that. Although the nobles in Lao Zhu's era were dangerous, they could still survive as long as they didn't take the wrong side.
Otherwise, the entire Nanhe Bo family will become the ancestor of the successor clan?
"Uh... I guess not..."
Lao Zhu couldn't help but hesitate.
You kid thinks that the earls of the Ming Dynasty are so worthless. If you open your mouth, you will be an earl. Do you know how many earls there are in the Ming Dynasty? Old Liu is just a sincere uncle.
You cannot be knighted for non-military merit. If you are given a baron, it is because of your military rations, and even before you can be considered for military merit.
"Forget it, I'm not interested!"
When Fang Jing heard that he couldn't be Nan Hebo, he suddenly lost interest.
Looking at the nobles of the entire Ming Dynasty, he liked this title.
Nothing else, just play with feelings!
At this time, even Mao Xiang, who had always been hard-hearted, sinful, and cold-blooded, couldn't help it.
"Boy, you know what the title means. Don't be fooled. Once you are awarded the title, your status will be different. You are a serious noble, honoring your ancestors, kowtowing in the first row during the New Year, and clan. The kind where the old man will kneel behind your butt..."
"Not interested in!"
Fang Jingzhi refused without thinking.
He was a little confused, why was the guard so excited?
"Guangzong Yaozu, the first row of people to kowtow during the New Year?"
"I'm the only one in my family. I don't know who my ancestors are, so I kowtow to whomever I have!"
"Even if I have to kowtow in the future, it should be time for me to hang on to it."
I finally traveled through time once, and also traveled to the Hongwu era that was about to unfold. Wouldn’t it be nice to be a salted fish eating old Zhu’s melons?
Why do you have to kill Lao Zhu? After becoming a noble, who wouldn’t grab some land and some beautiful girls from the common people?
In my drunken dream every day, I don't know that spring is already blooming outside the building. Just thinking about it makes me so beautiful that I can't help but feel moved.
Think about power, think about poetry, then you won’t...
Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his head.
"My dear old brother, you said that you have been awarded a title. Can you choose this title yourself?"
Since it is a knighthood, it is natural to have a title.
For example, a certain lord is a lord of a certain area.
Of course, there are also titles similar to that of Old Liu Chengyi.
Generally speaking, no matter what kind of title it is, the fiefdom is usually in the hometown.
Fellow associations like the Lao Zhu Group can only be sealed elsewhere.
"Well……"
Lao Zhu was stunned for a moment, and it seemed that it was not impossible to choose a fiefdom by himself.
This kid doesn't seem to know his own life experience.
It's not impossible to choose a fiefdom as he chooses.
"Here, let's take care of it then and have someone send some kind words to the prince. It should be okay!"
It turns out that you also know that the head of the Ming Dynasty is the prince.
Fang Jingzhi nodded excitedly: "Okay, okay, thank you very much, brother."
"Brother, I don't have anything else to pursue, so give me Qinhuai Hebo!"
"Qin, Qinhuai Hebo???"
Mao Xiang twitched and tried not to laugh out loud.
As for Lao Zhu, he was obviously stunned.
What the hell is Qinhuai Hebo?
What the hell is He Bo?
Be a god?
Damn it, if we had this ability, we would have been hungry back then.
etc……
Lao Zhu reacted.
Enter your mother, Qinhuaihe - Count.
You boy really dare to say that!
I plan to place my tablet next to Guan Zhong and Lu Dongbin.
"In our Ming Dynasty, there is no Qinhuai Hebo!"
Lao Zhu gritted his teeth, fearing that if he couldn't help it, he would give this boy the soles of his shoes!
You kid really thinks you are Liu Sanbian and plans to live in Jiaofangsi.
"Then it's meaningless. After getting a title, you can't provide any convenience for your little hobby..."
Enter your mother! ! !
The more Lao Zhu looked at Fang Jingzhi, the more he wanted to take off his shoes.
What does this bastard think of our Ming Dynasty's title?
By co-writing, I will knight you and let you have sex for free, right?
As he spoke, Fang Jingzhi suddenly changed his expression again, looking at Lao Zhu and Mao Xiang in front of him with a hopeful expression.
"How about I sell this title to you for a thousand guan at the same price?"
"Guangzong Yaozu, kowtow and kneel in the first row during the New Year!"
Lao Zhu originally thought that this kid had changed his temper, but unexpectedly, his words immediately made everyone else numb.
Mao Xiang was excited to buy a title for a thousand dollars.
The title, let alone one thousand guan, is two thousand guan, three thousand guan, as long as you can tell me the number, we will raid your home immediately...
Looking at Lao Zhu in front of him, Mao Xiang felt sorry for himself...
Seeing that there was something wrong with the expressions of the two of them, Fang Jingzhi thought that her price was too high, so she quickly opened her mouth to make amends.
"What do you two mean? Do you want to say something? A title worth thousands of gold is not enough, but it can be cheaper. As long as you dare to say it, I dare to sell it. Really, you are innocent!"
"This young master is not doing this for money, I just want to make friends."
Old Zhu Maoxiang:...
Our title is for sale to you. What does this have to do with buying and selling an official position!
No, damn it, I was almost led into a ditch by this kid. Our title can be measured in money!
Mao Xiang is angry. Stop talking. Stop talking. If you keep talking, our hearts will be broken.
"Hey, what do you mean by that? Why don't you want to be friends? Forget it. Why don't we just sell it?"
"I thought the emperor's title was so valuable. It doesn't even cost a thousand guan..."
"Stop talking, stop talking, come on, brother, drink..."
"Ahem..." Lao Zhu couldn't hold it in any longer: "This is not a matter of money. A title is an important weapon of the court. It is used to commend meritorious people. How can it be sold casually?"
Cannot be sold!
"Then you should have said it earlier!" Fang Jingzhi said speechlessly.
Obviously, Lao Zhu can’t do it!
It is expected that in the later Wuzong heyday, as long as you have money, let alone a title, you can have whatever you want.
There is nothing that our father-in-law, Liu Jin, cannot do.
Fang Jingzhi suddenly slapped his forehead.
Damn it, I drank too much, and subconsciously put the present into the era when Liu Gong and Wei Gong were in power.
However, there is no room for maneuver!
"Then do you think this will work? I will sell you the method of making military rations, and you will use them to present to the court. In this way, you will get the credit and title for my gold and silver. Isn't it the best of both worlds?"
An idea flashed in Fang Jingzhi's mind, and she immediately had an idea.
I'm just a smart bean!
Lao Zhu patted his shoulder speechlessly and nodded gloomily.
Somewhat disheartened.
This fool really can't be led away!
He never dreamed that there were people who didn't take his title seriously at all.
"Then it's settled. I'll study how to make compressed biscuits and fried noodles in a while. I'll study the recipes later and you can find the craftsmen to make them."
"By the way, brother, when will you give me our little money?"
"After all, this research also requires a certain amount of research and development costs!"
Lao Zhu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Our majestic Ming Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang didn't even pay you for this little money.
"Who is that, Ma Hu, no, Ma Xiang, give him the money first!"
Lao Zhu glared at Fang Jing angrily and said to the hopeless Mao Xiang.
Mao Xiangren was in the air, heartbroken to death.
There was no reaction for a moment.
What, what money, we have no money!
Also, why did your Majesty call us Mahu...
Cry to death...
Seeing that Mao Xiang hadn't reacted yet, Lao Zhu quickly coughed twice.
"Look back and I'll pay you back. If I really pay you back..."
Mao Xiang was speechless, and his heart ached even more.
The same thing happens again, the same thing happens again.
We didn't pay for the money you spent on that trip. After so many years, why don't you do it again?
You haven't changed your words...
