Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 841 Long live my emperor, long live, long live

  Liu Zhengjing has a feeling of falling from heaven to hell.

   Just like him now, in this hell, being burned at the stake.

  A single thought a month ago directly turned him from a rich man into a pauper who was about to owe a whole lot of debt in an instant.

   Shame on the ancestors.

  Liu Zhengjing's tears were about to come out, the corners of her eyes glistened with tears, and her heart ached badly.

  He looked bewildered and stunned.

   But Fang Jifan looked merciless.

   I like to buy, but I don’t want to buy it. If you spend a fortune on repairing your house in the inner city, wouldn’t you still be able to live in it?

Of course, even if the houses in the inner city are repaired, it will be difficult to live in. Not only in the future, but also the environment there will definitely not be restored. There will be more or less dirty and messy. When the new halls and government offices are built in the future Wake up, you Liu Zhengjing is a majestic Hanlin, can you get up early every day, sit in a sedan chair for two hours, and come here to be on duty? Can you bear it?

  So, in the future, you still have to obediently come to Xincheng to rent.

  The problem is that near the imperial palace, most of the mansions are luxury mansions. To put it bluntly, whoever buys this place is either rich or expensive.

  People will rent the house to you because they are greedy for your rent?

  Even if someone wants to rent it out, the price must be scary, and it will never be less than the cost of mortgaging a house.

   Otherwise, you can live together with the craftsmen in a temporary shack, or, five or ten miles away from the third ring road, isn’t there a cheap house there?

  This house, you have to buy it, if you don’t buy it, you have to buy it.

  Fang Jifan has moral blood flowing all over his body. Otherwise, how could it have risen to 19,000?

  The land here is all surnamed Fang. I don’t want to buy the land with my surname Fang. When I go out, I turn left for seven or eight miles.

  Among the hundreds of officials, there are quite a few people like Liu Zhengjing. At this time, each of them is about to faint.

  God has no eyes, why not let a flood flood this new city.

  These people are staring wide-eyed, and the abacus in their hearts has begun to count wave after wave.

  I lost six thousand taels...

  A loss of twelve thousand taels...

   More ruthless ones, tens of thousands of taels.

wanna die.

   My heart hurts.

  There are older ones who almost fainted.

Liu Zhengjing looked miserable, hesitated for a long time, looked at Fang Jifan, and gritted his teeth: "Buy, 19,000, buy three acres, the next official will bring the down payment tomorrow, Fang Duwei, you have to be conscientious, you can't change your mind, in front of Mr. Liu face, let's speak clearly."

  He made up his mind, Liu Zhengjing is not stupid, after suffering such a big loss, he is of course angry, and even wished to slap Fang Jifan directly.

   But he understands that this house must be bought, not impulsively. Unfortunately, this is a fait accompli. What I am most worried about now... is Fang, who is shameless and keeps going up.

   These days, I'm really afraid. In the beginning, the house of 11,000 mu has doubled in just a few months. How much wealth is this? Of those who bought 10,000 mu at the beginning, none of them are lying down and earning money.

  Thinking about it, I feel like a big fool.

  At this moment, rationality is meaningless.

  I have to buy it, and I have to sell it.

  Liu Zhengjing's body trembled, and she looked nervously at Fang Jifan. He couldn't let Fang Jifan break his promise and get fat, otherwise, he would really kill himself by wiping his neck.

  Fang Jifan sighed, and put his hands behind his back: "I, Fang Jifan, are a man of faith. Tomorrow, the guarantee is 19,000, but the day after tomorrow... there is no guarantee."

  Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "Actually, there is a piece of land in my palace seven or eight miles away. It's cheap. Do you want to think about it?"

   "..." None of the ministers responded to Zhu Houzhao.

  The smile on Zhu Houzhao's face gradually disappeared.

  I couldn't help but think bitterly, the one with the surname Fang is the Hua Zhai, in my opinion, it can only be sold to the working people.

  These **** dog officials actually look down on Bengong's land.

That Wang Bushi, when he heard 19,000 taels, passed out from happiness. In a few months, he made a net profit of nearly 20,000 taels of silver. The savings and management, do not have this net worth.

  He couldn't help it, he straightened his waist, looked around, feeling a bit contemptuous of these poor ghosts around him, wishing to find someone to share his happiness immediately.

  But then, I felt a little regretful. I knew this before, so I tried to find a way to raise money, even if it was a loan, it would be great to buy another set.

  Everyone has their own thoughts, some are ecstatic, some are suffering unspeakably, those who are ecstatic don’t dare to show it on the face, they will be beaten by others.

  People who are heartbroken should not reveal it. It is a good thing that the new city is intact. If you cry at this time, it will inevitably appear that you have only selfishness in your heart and no justice. You should not talk about money.

  Zhu Houzhao took the lead, and Fang Jifan followed, leading the group of officials to the Meridian Gate.

  The Daming Palace is still majestic, but after the wind and rain, it doesn't seem to be any different.

  Then, the Meridian Gate opened wide, and all the officials filed in, but they saw that the Daming Palace was in order.

  Emperor Hongzhi was in the Daming Palace these days, and he was very worried. He cut off contact with the capital under such heavy rain, but thinking that such a rare rainstorm was bound to cause disaster, he was very anxious.

   Instead, it was the Empress Dowager Zhou, who was contented.

  A few days ago, in order to celebrate moving into the new palace, a team of actors from the Xishan Drama Troupe sang operas for the Empress Dowager in the harem, but now they encountered heavy rain, so they were simply kept and let them sing operas all day long.

  Fang and Empress Zhou were fascinated by this Beijing opera.

   What "The Case of Guillotine Beauty", "Beating the Golden Branch", "Shiro Visits His Mother", "Farewell My Concubine", "Dingjun Mountain" are really enjoyable.

The most interesting thing is that each of these plays is full of stories. These actors are carefully selected by Fang Jifan to settle in the capital, and most of them are women. Gradually began to take shape on stage.

  Every time Queen Zhang watched "Farewell My Concubine", the tears in her eyes couldn't be stopped.

  Emperor Hongzhi desperately handed her a handkerchief.

  Especially that Tsing Yi sang: "Big... King... Ah... Ah... Ah..."

  The mournful voice was lingering, and the delicate green clothes stretched out towards the Overlord of Chu.

  The overlord of Chu is a hero, and his sons and daughters love each other. Hearing the arrival of the Han soldiers, when Yu Ji drew her sword and slayed herself, the overlord of Chu yelled, and Empress Zhang hugged Emperor Hongzhi and cried bitterly.

Emperor Hongzhi was in a daze. He also liked drama, but he never entered it. It can be seen that Empress Zhang has such a heartbroken appearance, and Mrs. Zhou, rubbing her tears. When the drama ended, Emperor Hongzhi said: "This Farewell My Concubine, you are not allowed to sing in the future."

   "Who said you can't sing?" Zhou shivered angrily: "What a good show."

"This this…"

"You, I don't understand, you are confused." Zhou put the teacup on the coffee table fiercely: "Come on, invite them again, and just sing this "Farewell My Concubine". And the shadow of Concubine Yu."

Empress Zhang was also in pain and happiness, wiping her tears, nodding her head and saying: "What grandma said is that Tsing Yi's singing skills are excellent, especially the sentence: "Han Bing, he...he...he came in." . "This sentence, the concubine listened, and her heart was broken."

  Zhou wiped her tears and smiled: "Yes, I really love her, let them rest for a while, and then come again."

  Emperor Hongzhi was confused.

  He couldn't understand why he had to listen to this play one after another.

Is this interesting?

  But now that it is raining heavily, it seems that...he can only stay here.

  He has listened to dozens of scenes, and the last oops of the Overlord of Chu always echoed in his ears. Occasionally, he would complain a few words: "Actually, this Farewell My Concubine is fake, probably..."

  He hasn't finished speaking yet.

   suffered from Zhou's eyes.

  The Zhou family hated Emperor Hongzhi's seriousness the most: "Your Majesty is neither in the friendship between Chu and Han, nor in the tent of the overlord of Chu. How do you know whether it is true or not?"

Even Xiao Jing and other eunuchs cast a bitter look at Emperor Hongzhi. They followed the Zhou family, Queen Zhang, and His Majesty to listen to the opera here. Many people were fascinated. Now His Majesty is here Splashing cold water, talking about the Legend of the White Snake today is simply far-fetched, why is Xu Xian so stupid. He also said that the overlord of Chu is not a hero, he slaughtered everywhere, and he was also a thief of the people.

  People like this are annoying.

   Finally the rain stopped.

  Emperor Hongzhi heaved a sigh of relief, and drove to Fengtian Hall, the babbling voice was still in his head, and it didn't dissipate, but he felt a little blamed in his heart, Fang Jifan tossed out these dramas.

   However, there is still serious business right now.

He was eager to know what was going on outside, and when Liu Jian and the others made their salutes, Emperor Hongzhi smiled and looked around: "It has been raining heavily for the past few days. I am here, but I am still clean. There is nothing to lose in Daming Palace. I just don't know. What's the matter? Liu Qing's family... tell me."

Liu Jian smiled wryly, and when he arrived in the hall, he prostrated himself: "Your Majesty, the heavy rain caused heavy losses. Thousands of houses collapsed in the inner city and outer city, and the damage was countless. The flood in Beijing was waist-deep. It is shallow, and it reaches the knees. The losses of the soldiers and civilians are even more immeasurable, and the veteran is ordering the Shuntian Mansion to do its best to repair and relieve the people's hardship."

When Emperor Hongzhi heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and he sighed worriedly: "Most of the houses are not strong enough, so they can't withstand the heavy rain. After natural disasters, there are man-made disasters."

   "It's just...just...just..." Liu Jian actually started to hesitate.

   "Huh?" Emperor Hongzhi said, "What else?"

   "Your Majesty, there are also some situations in the Forbidden City. It's just that the old minister doesn't know much about the inside story. Let's ask Eunuch Zhang to report."

  (end of this chapter)