The happy life of a prodigal

Liang Hu obviously understood that His Majesty's request to improve military discipline and thoroughly investigate the case of the Armed Forces Depot must have something to do with this General Fang.

Therefore, after discovering this secret, the first thing that came to mind was General Fang.

"Humble job...confirm!"

Liang Hu's expression was as determined as it was half a month ago.

Fang Xiu took a deep breath and said, "This general knows, you can go down."

Liang Hu arched his hands and said, "Yes, General."

After speaking, he picked up two scales and walked out of the tent.

For a moment, the entire camp seemed empty again.

However, Fang Xiu's heart is not like this tent.

Sleep, I can't sleep anymore.

Sitting in front of the case, Fang Xiu began to think about what this incident meant.

He knew Liang Hu, and he was very trustworthy.

Even if the weighing instruments he found were not as accurate as those of the imperial court, the difference would not be too great.

But compared with the scales sent by the Ministry of Industry, the weight that was weighed was [-]% less...

This is a bit appalling.

Originally, the arsenal case was only limited to the pro-army and troops stationed in various places, and furthermore, it involved nothing more than the Ministry of War.

But now it's different, the weighing apparatus of the Ministry of Industry has a problem.

What does this mean?

It's not just military officers involved in this case.

Thinking deeper, there is a problem with the scales given to the pro-military by the Ministry of Industry, so what about the scales sent to the saltworks and mines?

If it affects the whole body, there is a problem in the Ministry of Industry.

The entire state of Chu, various industries, especially the salt and iron controlled by the imperial court, are the foundation of the country. If something goes wrong, what should we do?

Fang Xiu could imagine how furious the Emperor Chu would be when he knew about this.

Now, the civil and military officials in the court are afraid that they will suffer.

Thinking of this, Fang Xiu couldn't help sighing, raised his eyes, and looked forward.

In the dimness, it seemed that a bloody storm was staged in the capital.

............

Hall of Mental Cultivation, Nuan Pavilion.

The Emperor Chu was sitting on the dragon chair, reviewing the memorial in front of him.

He is a diligent person, spending nearly half of his day in the Snappers.

Throughout the ages, emperors as diligent as he were either overworked and died early, or the harem was at odds and failed to pass on an heir.

All in all, none of the emperors who were too diligent ended up well in the end.

However, the current Emperor Chu seems to be an exception. Now that he is in his forties, his body is still very strong.

In addition, the descendants are full, and the harem is also very harmonious.

All the military officials in the court, Chinese and Chinese, all regard the current emperor as the king of Zhongxing, and hope to follow him to make a career, and his name will go down in history.

Of course, Liu Cheng, the great eunuch who was serving at the side, didn't think so.

He is a eunuch, and everything comes from the emperor.

He doesn't care whether the emperor is diligent and wise, he just wants the dragon to be healthy.

Therefore, Liu Cheng was very anxious to see the Emperor Chu constantly reviewing the memorials.

He stepped forward to persuade: "Your Majesty, you have been reviewing the memorial for more than an hour, it is time to rest."

"An hour?"

Emperor Chu was slightly taken aback, then frowned, put down the memorial in his hand, and sighed.

really old...

I remember that when I was young, I could review memorials for three or four hours in a row, non-stop.

Now, in just one hour, I feel back pain, as if I have been fighting on the battlefield for a long time.

"Pour tea."

Emperor Chu sighed and ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Liu Cheng walked out of the Nuan Pavilion, and after a while, he came back with a pot of warm tea.

Emperor Chu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "Remind me to rest after half an hour."

Liu Cheng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all, he just said: "Yes...Your Majesty."

After reviewing all the memorials on the desk, it was already dark.

Putting down the memorial, Emperor Chu felt that there was no part of his body that was not tired.

Liu Cheng has been serving him for many years, and he knew what to do when Emperor Chu moved, so he hurriedly stepped forward to help Emperor Chu gently rub his shoulders.

Emperor Chu closed his eyes for a long time, then suddenly asked: "That kid Fang Xiu... what have you been doing recently?"

Fang Xiu again?

In the past half month, His Majesty has mentioned General Fang Zhonglang more times than King Ning and King Kang.

While Liu Cheng was surprised, he couldn't help but pay more attention to Xiu.

Thinking about whether to send some young eunuchs to Fang's mansion some other day to give gifts.

After all, he always felt that... Fang Zhonglang seemed to have some opinions on our family.

Chapter 93 See also Letterhead

This thought was dismissed in just a moment.

He still remembers the last time when his little eunuch Zhang Wen went to the Fang Mansion to announce the decree.

Liu Cheng thought for a moment, and replied: "General Fang Zhonglang should be on duty at the Habayashi Guard at this time."

Emperor Chu raised his eyes, glanced at him, and said calmly: "That's not what I said."

That's not it?

Liu Cheng was startled for a moment, then immediately reacted, and replied: "Fang Zhonglang recently bought a house in the south of the city, and opened a new Goulan, named the Beijing Normal University Theater.

Yesterday was the first day it opened, and it attracted tens of thousands of people. It is said...it is hard to get a ticket. "

This boy Fang Xiu can always figure out some new tricks.

A good son of honor, he insists on doing business.

It's a restaurant and a bookstore, and now, it's actually started a business in Goulanwa City.

What a shame!

If our family has such a son, he must be strangled to death.

However, even so, this kid can always figure out some new things.

For example, the drunk Fangxiu in the Chunfeng Building is the first-class fine wine in the world.

Not to mention ordinary people, even His Majesty loves it very much, and wants to have a drink from time to time.

In addition, there is also the bookstore called Zhuxuanzhai, which has only been around for more than a month, and is now the leader of the Jingshi Bookstore.

The three books published in total, "The Romance of the West Chamber", "Nie Xiaoqian" and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", became more and more popular.

I heard that even in the distant Yuezhou, some people ask their relatives and friends to buy books for them.

A leisurely love story book was sold from the capital to Yuezhou, spanning more than half of the territory, and it was the first time in Chu State.

Today, another Beijing Normal Theater has been created, and I don’t know how it differs from ordinary Goulan.

Thinking of this, Liu Cheng couldn't help showing a dazed look on his face.

Chu Huang was slightly taken aback, and asked, "The Beijing Normal University Theater?"

"Yes."

Liu Cheng bowed and said.

There was a trace of anger on Chu Huang's face, and he said: "How can the name of the capital be used in Goulan Washi? This kid is really absurd!"

Liu Cheng hesitated for a moment, thought for a while, and then said: "Your Majesty, this Goulan is not named Jingshi, but... Jingshi University."

Hearing this, the anger on Chu Huang's face receded a little, and he said coldly: "Even so, it's not allowed... The people of the Beijing Normal University Theater heard that it was built by the imperial court, and told Fang Xiu that Boy, let him change his name."

Even though he knew that this kid was playing word games, Emperor Chu didn't bother to talk to him.

On the contrary, he is more interested in the word 'theater'.

"What is a theater...?"

Chu Huang asked.

Liu Cheng also didn't know anything about it, so after thinking about it, he replied, "Maybe it's another name for... Goulan."

Chu Huang raised his eyes and glanced at him.

When Liu Cheng saw this, his body trembled, and he hurriedly said: "Your maidservant, go and investigate now..."

"That's it."

Emperor Chu withdrew his gaze, and said casually: "Whatever, it's just Goulan Washi, let him go."

This boy Fang Xiu has the talent of Wang Zuo, and he also has a passionate heart to share the worries of the court.

Although suffering from brain disease, it cannot be changed by manpower, and it is harmless.

The only shortcoming is that he is addicted to the ways of merchants.

Although there was no such thing as scholars, farmers, businessmen and commerce in this dynasty, the lowly thought of merchants has been deeply rooted in the hearts of people all over the world for thousands of years.

It is too deeply involved with the way of merchants, and it is not the way after all.

Chu Huang sighed, looked out of the window, his eyes flickered with a faint light, he didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, an old voice suddenly came from outside the Nuan Pavilion: "Chen Yan Zhuang...Please see Your Majesty."

Hearing this familiar voice, Emperor Chu was slightly taken aback, and then his face showed surprise.

Yan Zhuang is the chief assistant of the cabinet, and he can enter and leave the Hall of Mental Cultivation at any time to discuss state affairs with the emperor.

However, at this time, it is rare for a cabinet scholar to see him.

Could it be... what happened again?

Thinking of this, Emperor Chu's face sank like water, and he said, "Xuan."

The curtain of the warm pavilion was lifted, and the chief assistant of the cabinet, Yan Zhuang, walked in from the outside, stood upright, and saluted.

Although he is over seventy years old, his body is very strong. Perhaps he has been in charge of the cabinet for many years. Standing there, he has an aura as stable as Mount Tai.

"Come here, show a seat to Yan Qing's family."

Chu Huang waved his hand and said.

As soon as the words were finished, a little eunuch moved a chair and placed it behind Yan Zhuang.

Yan Zhuang did not sit down, but took out a letter from his bosom, bowed and said: "I have an anonymous letter here, please look it over, Your Majesty."

The moment he took out the letterhead, Emperor Chu felt a little familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

So, he said, "Submit it."

"Yes."

Yan Zhuang responded, and handed the letter in his hand to Liu Cheng.