Chapter 80: Snake Wine and Suspicion

The three people in the field were sweating profusely, and no one noticed that Fang Xing had brought the old man to the main house.

Fang Xing was thinking as he walked, if the old man wanted to teach his descendants by himself, how much should Shu Xiu charge?

Seeing that the old man still has two attendants, he must charge at least a few hundred taels...

So do you need to invest in your relationship first?

Thinking of this, Fang Xing saw that the old man had some problems with his legs when he crossed the threshold, so he smiled and said, "Does the old man have rheumatism?"

The old man went in and stomped his feet, and said lightly, "How do you know?"

The two big men also stared at Fang Xing closely, there was a great possibility that they would start the film if there was a disagreement.

Fang Xing said with a dry smile: "Someone in my family has suffered from this disease before, so I have some experience."

The one who got sick was none other than Fang Xing's grandfather in his previous life. When the rheumatic disease developed, he had the desire to kill someone.

"Once this disease occurs, the patient's mood will be moody. It's better to treat it as soon as possible!"

The old man looked around the front yard and saw that there were no extravagant decorations before he asked, "But the doctors I've seen say it's incurable, do you understand?"

Of course I understand, I understand too much!

Thinking of the Shuxiu he received every year, Fang Xing said in his heart, "There is no conventional method to cure this disease, the best thing is to make medicinal wine."

"What medicinal wine? How to make it?"

The old man became interested as soon as he heard it, and immediately asked.

Fang Xing smiled reservedly at first, pretending to be coercive, and then said with compassion: "You can use three kinds of snakes to make wine, black-headed snake, white-flowered snake, and Viper. First starve the snake for a few days, soak it in strong wine to sterilize it, and then Add raw rehmannia glutinosa and rock sugar and soak it in spirits, and it will be ready for two years."

Seeing the silence on the old man's face, Fang Xing simply wrote down the prescription, and said: "The wine must be strong, and must be steeped for two years, otherwise the snake's venom will not go away, and it will be harmful to people."

The old man took the paper with the prescription written on it and asked, "You don't want a reward?"

Fang Xing was looking forward to it in his heart, but he said righteously in his mouth: "Why did you say that, old man! Although we are not talented, we know how to respect the old and love the young."

The old man nodded, his eyes swept over Fang Xing again, "I hope you are not insincere."

gone?

He just left?

Fang Xing was dumbfounded when he saw the old man walk away.

What about your children and grandchildren?

Didn't you come to me to teach your children and grandchildren?

What about Shu Xiu?

Fang Xing, who felt that he had lost a fortune, saw Ling Dang biting a piece of beef, and couldn't help humming, "I should have let you eat field mice if I knew it."

After finishing their work, the three of Zhu Zhanji took a bath in the front yard, and then went home separately.

"Grandfather, what are you looking at?"

When we arrived at the Nuan Pavilion, seeing Zhu Di reading a book from a distance, Zhu Zhanji asked jokingly.

Zhu Di looked at his grandson first, then got up and stretched his legs.

"Grandpa Huang, why are you reading medical books? But are you physically impaired?"

Zhu Zhanji took a look and asked nervously.

Zhu Di did not answer this question, but said: "Shen Nong's Herbal Classic records that snakes can be used as medicine, and snake wine..."

"Snake wine? I've seen it, it's in Fang Dehua's study..."

Zhu Zhanji remembered the large bottle of snake wine he had seen in Fang Xing's study, the poisonous snake in it looked hideous and terrifying.

But Fang Xing doesn't drink this stuff, it's just a display, to scare people.

Zhu Di's body relaxed a little, and he looked at Zhu Zhanji with more kindness in his eyes.

"Zhanji, I'm going to tour the north in February, you can go with me."

North tour?

Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment, and when he saw that Zhu Di's face was fine, he boldly advised: "Grandpa Huang, grandson is bold, dare to ask Grandpa Huang to postpone the northern tour."

"Oh! Why?"

Zhu Di could not tolerate the Prince's dissent at all.

But to Zhu Zhanji, he accepted advice like a stream.

But this also has something to do with Zhu Zhanji's winking and his knowledge of propriety.

"Grandpa Huang, you want to go to see the construction of the palace, and knock on those civil and martial arts by the way, right?"

Zhu Di stroked his beard and remained silent.

Zhu Zhanji paused for a moment, then continued: "Grandfather, my father and I went to see the renovation of Shuntian Mansion a few years ago, and it can be said to be conscientious. Also, you... plan to go north again in the next two years, why not when the time comes together..."

When talking about the prince Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Di snorted coldly. When he heard Bei Zheng, his eyes sharpened instantly.

"Mahamu is bold, and he complained behind his back that he promised Arutai to pay tribute, hum! I think he wants the Tatars from Gansu and Ningxia."

Mahamu is one of the three kings of Wacha, and he is the strongest at this time.

Zhu Zhanji frowned and said, "Grandfather, when dealing with such aliens, we should differentiate them, otherwise it will be a serious problem for future generations."

Zhu Di laughed and said, "Is this what Fang Dehua taught you?"

When Zhu Zhanji heard the meaning of jokes in the words, he straightened his neck and said: "Grandpa Huang, throughout the history of my Central Plains, people of other races have never been really peaceful, they just pretended to be grandsons when they were weak."

Zhu Di took the time to look at Zhu Zhanji's anxious look, and asked, "What else?"

"There is also left and right strike!"

Zhu Zhanji simply poured out his thoughts.

"Waci is currently eyeing the Tatars, why? It just wants to unify the forces left by the Mongolian Yuan, and the ultimate goal is me, Ming!"

The officials in the daily life wrote flowers, and quickly recorded Zhu Zhanji's words.

"...The Tatars will be defeated in the end, so I, Da Ming, should treat Alutai with respect when he comes to pay tribute this time, and promise to sell weapons, food and grass, but... I also lack these things! The price is naturally Not cheap."

After Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Di anxiously, wondering how his remarks would be evaluated.

Zhu Di looked at the sapphire paperweight on the case table, and asked for a long time, "Is this what you came up with, or did Fang Dehua mean it?"

Zhu Zhanji said confidently: "Grandpa Huang, I came up with these myself."

Zhu Di nodded, threw the sapphire paperweight over, and said after Zhu Zhanji hurriedly caught it, "I've rewarded you."

After Zhu Zhanji left, Zhu Di looked in the direction outside the city, a little lost in thought.

"Come on, did the emperor's grandson come up with the idea that the Tatars must be defeated?"

Quietly, a Jin Yiwei had already knelt on the side, and he bowed his head and said: "Your Majesty, I checked the homework of the emperor's grandson, and it mentioned the words that Wacha will become my confidant's confidant, I don't know if it is true His Highness thinks for himself."

"Then what did Fang Dehua himself say?"

"Your Majesty, Fang Xing hates aliens extremely. Some people have heard him say that Jurchens deserve to die."

Zhu Di nodded and ordered: "Go and check to see if there is any enmity between the Fang family and the Jurchens."

Jurchen, or female straight, also known as privet.

The Jurchens were a downcast race at the end of the Yuan Dynasty. They were beaten and ran around the world, and finally sought the protection of Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Di accepted the Jurchen with a broad mind, and divided them into three parts, including the Jianzhou Jurchen part.

Later generations couldn't help sighing: Ming benefited those who belonged to the barbarians, and the Jurchen of Jianzhou was regarded as the most generous.