Artificial arts obviously became the main concern for Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan, and they found that it seemed that people were needed everywhere.

Every time they make trouble, they need countless people, but their needs for manpower are increasingly unsatisfied.

Fang Jifan seemed helpless.

Zhu Houzhao even wished she could go to the countryside and tied up people one by one.

If he hadn't thought the efficiency of kidnapping was too low, he could have done this.

In early summer, the whole new city became even busier.

More than 100,000 people, either in workshops or building houses and paving roads. Then, His Majesty the Emperor drove to the Forbidden City to inspect the Forbidden City. Countless imperial guards were in full swing, and the ministers and officials accompanied each other and made a round trip. The orders for carriages were coming in a steady stream.

For Fang Jifan, the comfort of this carriage is actually far less than that of a car, but in everything, I am afraid of comparing it.

By comparison, all the means of transportation at present have become less important.

According to Fang Jifan's plan, the money shop launched a car loan business.

The down payment of ten taels of silver is monthly, which is economical and economical. You only need to repay seven or eight taels of silver in a month. Even ordinary wealthy families can afford it.

Although many people have some opinions about Fang Jifan, but...

Under the trend of quality of life, many people still flock to it.

Fang Jifan ordered people to cast a large billboard on the road to the new city, with a lifelike carriage on it, which was extremely domineering.

If he hadn't been afraid of being caught and beheaded, Fang Jifan even wanted to draw a bust of Emperor Hongzhi on it and give a thumbs up in front of the carriage.

It is said that for the sake of profit and expansion, capital can ignore any laws in the world, but Fang Jifan disagrees with this, and he clearly abides by the law.

Fang Jifan never dared to paint the portrait of His Majesty the Emperor, which involved Fang Jifan's respect for Emperor Hongzhi in his bones, and at the same time... he was afraid of death.

What Fang Jifan asked someone to paint was a portrait of British Duke Zhang Mao.

He used the Francophone painter, a method of perspective composition, and also used oil paint. Zhang Shibo on the painting was very kind, but lifelike. He shouted at the corner of his mouth, stood in front of the car, raised his thumbs up, and felt a sense of joy on his face.

Franji's paintings did not receive much recognition in the Ming Dynasty.

The ancients valued the charm of landscapes and characters rather than techniques.

This painting looks so similar...it's not high-end at first glance.

But since it is an advertisement, Fang Jifan doesn’t care about other people’s feelings anymore, just like you recognize it.

Every official who came to Xincheng was reluctant to stop here. They knew him, but who was the person in the painting looked very familiar. After careful consideration, he found that it was...

Zhang Mao stood behind his hands and stood under the huge advertisement, and he was silent for a long time.

It's quite similar, no, it's too similar! Even the nose hair is clearly visible.

Zhang Mao's face was gloomy and calm. After a long time, he only sighed silently, and then obviously pretended not to see it and left quietly.

Perhaps all this has been destined today since when I rolled up my sleeves and wanted to beat Fang Jifan.

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Chameng.

The sky is as clear as a cloudless place. In this hot summer, many people just wear hats and short shirts.

Wang Shouren did not go to give lectures today, but was recruited by Fang Jinglong to the yamen hall in Chameng.

Fang Jinglong inspected Jiaozhi and arrived in Chameng. But now, facing his son's disciple, Fang Jinglong's eyes were bright and he couldn't help but say, "You have cultivated these lands?"

"Yes." Wang Shouren paused and said again: "Total 100,000 hectares of cultivation are accumulated and hundreds of thousands of dans of grain are collected."

Fang Jinglong's eyes suddenly became brighter, and he stared at him and said, "Plus other grain fields are enough for the army to use, thank you for your hard work."

Wang Shouren gave the disciple ceremony to Fang Jinglong and said humbly: "This is what the student should do."

Fang Jinglong looked at Wang Shouren with appreciation, with a gratified smile on his lips, and said, "It seems that if there is a bumper harvest this year, I can rest assured. Now it is not only enough to supply the shortage of the army, but also so much surplus grain. I should show my merits for you."

Wang Shouren's face did not change much, and he looked very steady.

Even if he received praise, he would not show any expression.

This even gave Fang Jinglong a little illusion.

This kid is obviously just his disciple, but his words and deeds are not a bit underestimated.

Jifan's disciples are really freaks after monster.

After a moment of silence, Wang Shouren glanced at Fang Jinglong and said, "I wonder... can the master get his letter from his master?"

"Yes." Fang Jinglong nodded and then said, "What?"

Wang Shouren sighed, finally showing a little depressed look, saying, "The student sent letters every month, but there is no news yet. He was afraid that something would happen to his mentor, but Jiaozhi and the capital were thousands of miles apart, and the news was blocked..."

Fang Jinglong smiled bitterly and said, "Your mentor may be busy. You don't have to worry about him. He is still fine now."

Wang Shouren sighed: "The teacher's personality has always been like this, and students have become accustomed to it. When he is interested, he can compile three or four letters to the students. If he is not interested, he may not have a letter in half a year."

"Haha..." Fang Jinglong could only use a laugh to hide his embarrassment: "Jifan he..."

Forget it, there seems to be nothing to explain. Do they still know what kind of mentor is? Fang Jifan is such a person, what else can he say?

Fang Jinglong then changed the topic and stroked his beard and said, "Let's go and see the land you have cultivated with people... Reclaiming and planting grain is the first priority. It's really strange that the army also cultivated, why hasn't it been so effective?"

Wang Shouren just nodded but said nothing. He was a person who didn't like to boast about his achievements.

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On this day, Emperor Hongzhi summoned Fang Jifan into the palace.

Fang Jifan entered Fengtian Hall and happened to see Emperor Hongzhi at his desk, holding a memorial in his hand, frowning without saying a word.

Fang Jifan stepped forward and politely said, "Your Majesty..."

Emperor Hongzhi said: "I heard that the British Duke Zhang Mao, his portrait was actually hung on the entrance of Xincheng."

"Yes." Fang Jifan felt a little guilty and hurriedly said, "My son and Uncle Zhang are called uncles and nephews, but are actually fathers and sons. Mr. Chen is thinking that he will not be surprised. If Your Majesty is not happy, Mr. Chen will withdraw now."

Fang Jifan thought to himself that if he had to remove the British Duke, he would have to go to my biological father.

Emperor Hongzhi refused to comment, but said, "It is said that many people have made up their carriages now."

"Yes." Fang Jifan said: "There are more than a thousand orders, and the craftsmen are training. The production is insufficient now and there is no more than a month to deliver it. However, the carriage is still being made up, and the sons are worried about it."

After hearing this, Emperor Hongzhi felt relieved and even forgot that the British Duke Zhang Mao was still hanging at the entrance of the new city.

He smiled and said, "In Siam, something happened and was sent this morning."

He knocked on the desk.

"When did Siam have a new disciple?"

"What?" Fang Jifan was a little confused.

Emperor Hongzhi stroked the imperial case with his hand and said, "There are new students in Siam who preach the new learning everywhere, but the envoys of Siam came to sue, saying that these disciples were making a big fuss and had conflicts with many monks."

Fang Jifan couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "My son has no idea about this."

"These people are all disciples of the Wang Qing family, aren't they?" Emperor Hongzhi said.

Fang Jifan was speechless.

Wang Shouren is in Cham City, and it is said that he has 3,000 disciples. God knows how many disciples have recruited these 3,000 disciples.

Fang Jifan... was in a very complicated mood for this strange-tempered disciple.

Or Ouyang Zhi is worried!

Fang Jifan said: "My ministers don't understand the matter of learning, but my ministers think that this is the matter of Siam, and promoting sage and educating all directions is the responsibility of my Ming Dynasty."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded and said, "Yes, but in the past, there was no effect at all. Now the results are so great, I am a little worried. Wang Shouren is indeed a talented person, and he is very suitable for teaching and educating people."

Fang Jifan said in his heart that Wang Shouren is not only good at teaching and educating people, but because he has too many disciples, he is quite outstanding in education and covers up all other talents.

Fang Jifan smiled awkwardly and said, "Although Wang Bo'an is not eye-catching among his disciples, he is not very good-natured, but... Your Majesty, his son thinks..."

He wanted to say something nice to Wang Shouren.

Wang Shouren in history is indeed too straightforward. In fact, he is not doing well. Even if he has the ability to defy the will of heaven, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is depressed and unsuccessful.

After all, everyone doesn't like his awesome temper.

As a mentor, Fang Jifan felt that he had the responsibility to brag about him and make his image better.

But as soon as he was about to say something, Xiao Jing came outside: "Your Majesty, the cabinet ministers... are here."

Emperor Hongzhi glanced at Fang Jifan: "Jifan, sit aside, come and give Fang Qing's seat."

The eunuch took Jindun and Fang Jifan sat down.

Liu Jian and the other two entered the hall, seemingly in a hurry. The three of them bowed and said, "I have seen Your Majesty."

Emperor Hongzhi and Yan smiled and said, "The three Qing families are here too early today."

Liu Jian frowned and said, "Yunnan has sent an urgent report...it is said that a locust plague occurred in Yunnan."

Locust plague...

The smile on Emperor Hongzhi's lips disappeared and his eyebrows flipped.

He stared at Liu Jian and said seriously: "What is the current disaster?"

"We are trying our best to save the disaster." Liu Jian smiled bitterly: "I am also planning to mobilize food to prepare for emergencies. In Yunnan, Han and other places live in mixed places. Once food is short of food... the consequences are unimaginable."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded and said solemnly: "Yes, Yunnan cannot lack food. In recent years, Yunnan, Guangxi, and Guizhou... Speaking of which, I am indeed a little worried."
Chapter completed!