The next day, while my father was out, Fang Zheng got up early, greeted Xiaolu, and took Xiaowu to inspect Fang's mansion again.

Since Xiao Wu was promoted to a servant, his net worth has soared and his residence has changed. He has been arranged to live in the wing next to Fang Zheng's courtyard so that Master Fang can listen to it at any time.

Young Master Fang has a new project recently. In the past few days, he found that the servants in the mansion seemed to be very afraid of him. Perhaps Fang Zheng's predecessor was famous and he didn't even have to shake his body. When the servants saw him appear, they seemed to see the King of Hell. They all admired him, which was much stronger than the king's domineering spirit.

After learning about his excessive popularity, Fang Zheng learned from his mistakes and decided to change this current situation that made him dissatisfied. Of course, he had to start with himself.

It is better to get up and walk, so on this morning when the sun is rising and the air is fresh, Master Fang took Xiao Wu around the pavilions and water pavilions in the Fang Mansion, and the corridors and gardens. After nearly half an hour, both of them were tired enough.

Xiao Wu was panting and couldn't help but speak, "Young Master, where are we going?" Seeing this uncontrollable young master wandering around in unnecessary circles, Xiao Wu was a little worried, "Young Master is going to do something wrong again, right?"

Fang Zheng was also gasping for breath and smiled confidently when he heard this: "Young master, I want to do something that will bring people closer today."

The specific way to do this big thing is to keep going around in circles? Xiao Wu didn't understand it very much, but he didn't dare to ask more questions. The two of them kept walking around...

After three incense sticks.

"Huh? This pavilion looks familiar. Have we just passed by?" Fang Zheng shouted in surprise.

We have all gone through eight times! Xiao Wu was so tired that he wanted to lie down and sleep, but he didn't have the energy to answer the young master's question. What exactly did the young master want to do?

"That... Xiaowu,... how to get to the West Courtyard?" Fang Zheng felt a little embarrassed, but couldn't help asking. He was too tired.

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Xiaowu looked at the sky speechlessly. This young master is indeed out of control. If you get lost, just say it. Are you guilty of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in danger of being in

Fang Zheng was also very confused. Why did my father do this to repair Fang’s mansion so big? Who is his only baby son who is exhausted?

Under Xiao Wu's leadership, the master and servant finally arrived at the West Courtyard.

The West Courtyard of Fang Mansion is mainly for the servants to live there. The people here are very diverse. Any servant who works in the Fang Mansion and has a relatively low status live here, including guards, servants, chefs, coachmen, sweepers, flowers, etc. There is always such a class classification in any era and anywhere. When Xiao Wu was working in the West Courtyard, he also lived in the West Courtyard. It was not until Fang Zheng transferred him to be a servant, and then moved to the East Courtyard. Generally speaking, servants living in the East Courtyard, whether in terms of status, monthly money or welfare, are much higher than those in the West Courtyard.

It is obvious that the West Courtyard is much more dilapidated than the East Courtyard. Because Mr. Fang rarely gets involved in it on weekdays, he is not very concerned about the places where his people live. Fortunately, the people who live here are diligent and look dilapidated, but they are also clean.

The servants had already gotten up and were busy with their own work. The guards had nothing to do with them. They were practicing boxing on a wide field. A tall and burly man next to them was correcting the guards' moves one by one.

Fang Zheng secretly exclaimed: "It is still the simplest working people!"

After clapping his palms, Fang Zheng shouted: "Good morning everyone, have breakfast?"

Everyone was surprised to see that it was Young Master Fang. The three masters of the Fang family rarely came to the West Courtyard. What kind of wind is blowing today?

Seeing that everyone was not very responsive and was a little hit, my buddy was really so unpopular?

Fang Zheng said unhappily: "Hey, I said you can make a sound at least, can you give me some reaction?"

Everyone woke up as if they were dreaming and bowed to Fang Zheng to say hello.

Well, this reaction is quite satisfactory. Fang Zheng nodded and continued: "The Japanese young master is here today. I have no other intention. I wish you all the hard work."

Everyone looked at Young Master Fang in a daze, like a leader inspecting the work, shaking hands with them while walking, with a full of official touch in their words: "Thank you for your hard work, work hard!"

"Come on! I'm optimistic about you!"

"You must be bold in your work, be careful, and don't be afraid of making mistakes. Who can avoid making mistakes? If you correct it, you will be a good comrade."

"Little kid, is that good, how old is it?"

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After a while, Master Fang had the pleasure of becoming a leader, and then he was satisfied and left, with Xiao Wu following behind him with a black thread.

After Fang Zheng left, the servants in the West Courtyard whispered to each other: "What's wrong with the young master?"

"Yes, it was a treacherous man early in the morning, like a devil."

"What does the young master mean just now? Could it be that there is less oil in the dish today?"

"Yes, yes, it's puzzling."

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"Young Master, where did you act just now?" Xiao Wu couldn't help asking on the way back. He ran to the West Courtyard for a few idle sentences. Is this the "big thing" the young master said?

Fang Zheng smiled proudly: "Don't you understand? This is called 'Go to the grassroots level and send warmth'. I used to...well, people often did this in the previous dynasty. It would be easier to get closer to everyone when I talk casually."

Xiao Wu was confused when he heard this, but he kept nodding. I have to say that this kid is still a little clever.

Three days later, Mr. Fang came to the courtyard where Fang Zheng lived. Fang Zheng was still sleeping in his dream. After traveling through time, he gradually developed the good habit of sleeping in. He never got up every day without getting up. Xiao Lu tried to urge him a few times at first, but later he saw that Mr. Fang was unable to wake up and was sleeping soundly on the bed, so he had to let him go.

Fang Zheng smiled happily in his dreams. There are only two kinds of things that can make him laugh out loud in his dreams. One is money. This era is called silver or silver notes, and the other is a beauty. The more beautiful he is, the better he is, and the less he wears, the better he is.

When Mr. Fang stepped into Fang Zheng's room, he saw Fang Zheng laughing with his eyes closed, occasionally mixed with snoring, muttering something in his mouth, and a thread of crystal clear saliva slowly fell on the pillow along the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Lu was still standing behind Mr. Fang with a calm face. Seeing that the pillow under Fang Zheng's head had been soaked with saliva, he still smacked his lips unconsciously. A smile flashed quickly in Xiao Lu's ancient Jing Bubo's eyes. Fang Zheng has been getting better and better with her these days. No one is made of wood, not to mention that Xiao Lu is only fifteen years old, so Xiao Lu's attitude towards Master Fang has become much more kinder than before in the past few days.

Looking at Fang Zheng's sleeping look, Master Fang frowned, poured a bowl of cold water from the table, rushed forward without saying a word, lifted Fang Zheng's quilt, and then poured the bowl of cold water on Fang Zheng's face without blinking.

"Oh! It's leaking! Xiaolu, please call someone to repair the house!" Fang Zheng flicked from the bed in panic, and before he even opened his eyes, he shouted at Xiaolu.

"What's the name? A terrible son! Look at how high the sun has risen by yourself, and you are still sleeping!" Mr. Fang said with a stern face.

"Huh? Dad? Why are you here?" Fang Zheng was completely awake and saw that Mr. Fang was glaring at him angrily. Fang Zheng pointed at his head with guilt: "Well, the house is leaking..."

Mr. Fang ignored him at all. Seeing that he was awake, Mr. Fang turned around and walked out, giving an order as he walked: "Give you half a stick of incense sticks, after dressing and washing up, I will come to the front hall to see me."

Fang Zheng watched his father go out, turned his head and asked Xiaolu quietly: "Why didn't you inform me earlier?"

The answer to him was Xiao Lu's pretty rolling eyes.

After dressing and washing up, Fang Zheng came to the front hall and asked his parents for peace. After standing aside, he was honest and listened to his father's teachings.

Mr. Fang was very proud of his face today and did not scold him anymore. He just told Fang Zheng to go out with him.

When he arrived outside the gate, Fang Zheng saw that the carriage was installed at the gate. The carriage was loaded with a wide range of gifts, silk cloth, pastries, and even a lot of jewelry. A group of Fang's guards were queuing their heads and chests, waiting for the Fang family father and son.

"Who are you going to wish you a happy New Year to?"

"Shut up! Follow me and don't talk too much." Mr. Fang scolded without hesitation.

Fang Zheng only realized halfway through the way that his father was going to take him to Master Chen’s house to perform the ceremony of apprenticeship.

"Dad, you are so polite. With such a big car of gifts, Master Chen is afraid that his mouth will be slighted."

"Shut up! Master Chen's morality and literary talent are well known in Jinling. When you go to Master Chen's house, don't talk nonsense and make people bored. Remember!" My father's reassured reminder.

"Dad, please don't worry, the child must not leave any fart!"

Mr. Fang shook his head secretly and sighed. He had such a rude and ungrateful son who had not done enough good deeds in his previous life.

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