"Haha, I'm happy."
Quanfu giggled.
The woman was angry and anxious. Suddenly she saw the bruise medicine in Agui's hand. She was so frightened that she screamed, "Agui, where did you get the medicine? Whose medicine did you steal? Are you looking for death?"
Agui was speechless, "Mom, I didn't steal it, the young master gave it to me."
Master?
Agui Niang turned around and saw the young master standing behind her. She was frightened again and sat down on the ground, "Young... Young Master, Quan Fu's injury is not a problem and will not delay her work."
"Please, don't punish him, okay?"
Fang Shibo was confused. Did I say who I wanted to punish?
Agui and his son were anxious.
"Mom, what are you talking about? The young master is a kind man, how could he punish dad?"
"That's right, damn boy, if you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"
Agui Niang looked at Agui, and was surprised that her son no longer helped her, as if she deserved to be beaten. The fact that she can give birth to a smart son shows that she is not too stupid.
She immediately got up and kowtowed to Fang Shibo to admit her mistake, "I'm sorry, young master, I said the wrong thing. Please be patient."
Fang Shibo rolled his eyes.
I am a child, not an adult.
"Agui, help your mother up. She is older than me, how can she kneel down when she is asked?" He stepped aside and let Agui help his mother up.
Agui put down the medicine and stretched out his hand to help his mother up. He took the opportunity to whisper: "Mom, go and do your work. Dad and I are both fine. If anything happens, we'll talk about it when we go back tonight. Anyway, it's a good thing."
Although Agui Niang was feeling uneasy, she did not dare to stay longer as the young master and uncle were there, so she left in a hurry.
The episode flashed by.
Quan Fu had just applied the painkiller and was helped aside by A Gui to rest.
After giving everyone carrots, Kong Fang gave them a big thumbs up. He announced the management system of the workshop, especially the technical confidentiality system.
If someone dares to reveal the secret, the family will serve him and will not be lenient.
Kong Fang's words were very serious. This system can be said to be very harsh and even inhumane, but it did not arouse fear or opposition from the servants.
Servants are originally the private property of the master, and the master has the right to dispose of them in any way, so they cannot and do not dare to object.
Without fear, they would never do anything to leak secrets.
They are workshop workers, and their income will be five times what it is now; the young master is kind and does not discriminate against them or treat them as domestic slaves.
Such a good workshop and such a good shopkeeper, how could they do something so disruptive?
They are poor, not stupid.
Since they are not capable of leaking secrets, why would they care whether the management system is strict or not?
The power of carrots is immeasurable, and today’s work efficiency has indeed doubled. Before dark, ten huge earth stoves were neatly arranged in two rows, and a cold cutting tower was built next to the earth stove responsible for dissolving coarse salt. .
The outer structure of the workshop has been erected, and the wall will be encircled and topped off tomorrow.
Kong Fang also planned to build two warehouses, one to store the coarse salt supplied by the Wu family, and the other to store the fine salt.
During this period, Fang Shiqing watched from a distance. As expected, Kong Fang was just gesticulating and directing from the side and no longer rolled up his sleeves to work, so she stopped interfering.
Men usually need to repair more. After a few repairs, their outlook will be correct.
Kong Fang was immersed in his work and did not notice Fang Shiqing appearing again, nor did he know what she was thinking. In fact, it didn't matter whether he knew or not. Anyway, he could not escape the title of the first wife of the Daxing Dynasty, which was strictly controlled.
Three days later, the first salt-making workshop of the Daxing Dynasty stood in Fangjiazhuang, and the first batch of 5,000 kilograms of coarse salt had also arrived.
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The second snowfall in the fifth year of Jiaqing was falling heavily, the sky and the earth were hazy, the rivers froze overnight, there were few pedestrians on the road, a dry well stood in the snow, and there were several dogs chasing and playing in the snow nearby.
Kong Fang stood on the high steps of the county government office and suddenly felt inspired, so he composed a poem:
There is an abstraction on the river and a dark hole on the well.
Yellow dogs have white bodies, while white dogs have swollen bodies.
Ximen Feixue glanced at Kong Fang and finally said nothing. He raised his head and took a sip of wine. The weather was a bit cold.
Fang Shibo expressed disappointment. This was the worst poem he had ever "written". Perhaps it was because he became an official that his mind wandered and he could no longer write good poems.
"Brother-in-law, is this also called poetry?"
After all, he has a child's mind and has no authority.
Kong Fang laughed. It is certainly poetry, and a very special kind of poetry, otherwise it would not have survived for thousands of years.
Of course, he would not tell Fang Shibo that this was a limerick from the Tang Dynasty.
Fang Shibo was dissatisfied, saying that I could also compose such a poem.
"Then try one."
There was nothing to do in the winter, so he deliberately teased his cheap brother-in-law. Fang Shibo waved his little hand, "Check, come as soon as you come. Who is afraid of whom?" But I saw him lift up his short legs, take seven steps forward, and then pause.
Kong Fang's brows twitched, and he wrote a poem in seven steps?
After Fang Shibo paused for a moment, he took another seven steps back and returned to his original position.
Kong Fang doesn't understand this kind of coquettish operation.
Ximen Feixue held the wine bottle in his hand and looked at Fang Shibo.
They both have young minds and are both young bodyguards. He hopes that Fang Shibo can defeat Kong Fang in writing poems.
"ah……"
Fang Shibo suddenly twitched, opened his hands to embrace Xuehua, opened his mouth and burst out the first line of the poem. Ximen Feixue quickly turned around to avoid it. Why the hell is this called poetry?
Never tell others that you know me.
"cough……"
Fang Shibo pinched his throat, slightly embarrassed, "Turn it up, let's try again."
The snow is as white as salt, cold and not salty;
You can't use it for cooking, you can only make a snowman.
What a poem, so wet... Kong Fang complimented with a smile.
"puff……"
Ximen Feixue took a sip of wine.
Is this the legendary business exchange? Fang Shibo was inspired and burst out with inspiration. He shouted: Come again. He took a step forward and immediately became a poem.
It soared three feet in the wind and fell to the ground like a sword;
The snow is open in two halves, freehand and cheerful.
Kong Fang and Ximen Feixue were about to study the artistic conception of this poem in depth, when they saw Fang Shibo unbuttoning his belt at the same time. As similar people, they certainly understood what he wanted, and their wisdom suddenly opened up.
I see!
Sure enough!
The two of them turned their heads to avoid it at the same time, don't look at anything inappropriate!
The moment he turned his head, Kong Fang saw a beautiful figure. Judging from her movements, it was obvious that she wanted to come up.
However, he wanted to remind Fang Shibo that it was too late.
Yun Feier was rushing towards her in excitement, but suddenly she was frightened by Fang Shibo's real-life poetry writing skills. She hid her face and hurried away.
Actually, for Kong Fang, he welcomed her to leave because he was afraid of causing Fang Shiqing to misunderstand and bring undue disaster to himself.
But he clearly saw the shame and anger in her eyes the moment she turned around and left.
Alas, my brother-in-law's love may have completely gone cold again.
But he did not tell Fang Shibo that he could not bear to attack the rising star of poetry in Daxing Dynasty.
