The truth...even children understand.

There is nothing wrong with this.

But the question is, how do you do the truth that everyone understands?

Zhu Zaimo thought he understood, and even felt complacent about it, consciously... the rest of the people were mentally retarded.

He has been smart since he was a child and thought he had found a solution to the problem.

But now... he discovered a terrible fact.

First, I am still far from being truly mature.

Second, it turns out that if a person does something wrong, there will be such terrible consequences. The greater the power, the greater the responsibility. If he is not careful, even if he is just a thought, someone will be destroyed.

Third, the guys like Fang Zhengqing are all a bunch of waste.

Zhu Zaimo took a deep breath. In his mind, the man who was still crying for justice. The heart-wrenching sound still lingers. He trembled all over, and he... killed others...

Not only that... I actually took it for granted, but it may trigger a food crisis.

If so, how much hunger will be caused.

The county magistrate's seal was hung on his waist. He once felt that this was a symbol of power. As long as you hang the seal, everyone must bow to him. This feeling is quite pleasant.

But now... he felt that the seal was extremely heavy, which made him breathless.

But one thing is certain.

Fang Jifan asked him with a smile: "Do you want to learn?"

At this time, Zhu Zaimo and other children suddenly felt a desire in their hearts, as if their master wanted to teach them the "Sword of Evil-Breaking Sword". Ah, no, it is the supreme "Dugu Nine Swords" in the martial arts world. Zhu Zaimo bowed without hesitation. His eyes turned red, and he still sucked his nose and tears flowed down. He could not even long for this. He trembled and said, "Mr., I was wrong..."

The other children were infected by this atmosphere.

These five or six-year-old children cannot enjoy the innocence of people of their age because they are destined to be unique from the rest of the world since they were born.

A son of a thousand gold is so precious!

Fang Jifan could not defeat the powerful people in this world because Fang Jifan himself was a member of the powerful people. Even if he was the most handsome, distinctive, kind, and the most sentimental one among the powerful people, but... he could not defeat himself.

In this case, instead of being destined to be offered by countless people in the future, they will be offered by fat people, bullying men and women, and having sex, so why not change them?

Fang Jifan looked at his mentally retarded son, and he cried the most insincerely.

At this moment, he was still moved by the enthusiasm of the children.

Zhu Zaimo continued: "We want to learn the methods of benevolent politics. We want to learn, how can we not ruin others? We want to learn everything. Please teach me..."

Fang Jifan smiled and stood up. He stood there, still shining brightly on his body.

He is such a person, a man who can never hide his light, because he is shining!

Fang Jifan said: "It's great. From now on, you will learn from Senior Brother Wang Bo'an first. When will you learn 70% or 80% of his abilities? Then, I will teach you well. Now, your learning will be more urgent... Well... You are still county magistrates and county magistrates. Now, you must perform their own duties. If you don't understand the economics, you can ask your Senior Brother Liu, Ma Zheng doesn't understand, you can ask your Senior Brother Tang Yin, and others, you can ask your Senior Brother Wang Bo'an."

"You... must work hard, be your teacher, value you, and have great expectations for you."

"yes."

Everyone agreed.

…………

Zhu Zaimo began to become serious.

He became humble, and when something went wrong, he asked one by one, looking for ways to do things.

Wang Shouren only taught him one thing: go more, listen more, and watch more.

Although these six-character proverbs are just metaphysics.

But in fact, it is very useful.

All the children, under the escorts of civil servants and military officials, began to go deep into every corner of Xishan County. They either visited the widows or squatted in the ridge of the fields to ask the farmers about farming knowledge. They wrote down the twenty-four solar terms one by one...

They walked into the workshop to check the operation of the workshop.

They went deep into many village households, and they visited Xishan Medical College, wanting to know how to treat the disease.

A child's temperament is easily contagious.

Even if some children are unwilling to do this, their friends around them are very serious but they become stronger.

At their purest age, they began to gradually get in touch with the sufferings of the people.

They see, hear...

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"Emperor Fang..." Wang Ao was worried.

He felt that Fang Jifan was completely unwilling to worry about the consequences.

How can this be done?

Look, letting children do this now is not making jokes, can they... let these jokes continue?

Fang Jifan returned to Zhenguo Mansion, sat comfortably on the official hat chair, and sipped tea: "What's the matter?"

Wang Ao couldn't help but say, "Dare you really not to redeem your confession in Wu Yue's case? You really let him suffer injustice for nothing, almost destroying his family, and being stabbed to San Qianli... You just let such an unjust case happen."

"Yes." Fang Jifan nodded: "What I said is about credit. I have appointed the emperor's grandson as the county magistrate. Then the case he settled cannot be corrected. A person can do wrong things, but some wrong things cannot be regretted."

"You..." Wang Ao couldn't help but point at Fang Jifan and was furious: "How about you?"

Fang Jifan said: "Even if it is to be rehabilitated, it is not now. The emperor will always remember this person named Wu Yue. The emperor will never forget him in his life. So, Wang Zhuan, why should you worry about the Wu family? Three or five years later, when the Wu family has experienced hardships, what they have obtained will be wealth and honor in their lifetime. Wu Yue is the emperor's best teacher. Although his hardships have just begun, his good luck has just begun."

Fang Jifan said with a smile: "Don't just let the dogs meddle in other people's business with rats. I'm so hurting now. I'm calculating my losses in the past half month, these... well, all of them will be added to the tuition fee. Uncle, I'll add the money!"

Fang Jifan beat his chest and fell to his feet, clenched his fists, and with resentment, spread out a piece of paper, picked up a pen, wrote a letter to his parents, and then threw the letter to Wang Ao: "Master Wang, distribute it!"

Wang Ao: "..."

…………

Liu Wenshan is very busy, so busy that he doesn't touch the ground.

His "The Wealth of Nations" gradually began to take shape, but... it seems that there is something missing, and he must revise it again. Sometimes, he has to ask his mentor and his brothers for their opinions.

He has spent nearly a year on this article, and every word has been hard work.

He observed the changes in the market and every fluctuation in the transaction. In the end, the book was almost completed.

But... he still dared not release it easily... Although he had proofreading several times, he was still worried.

Will such an unprecedented article be laughed at if it is released?

If it makes people laugh, it's okay for me to be a joke. I am one of the most incomparable disciples under my mentor...

So, there is nothing embarrassing.

But his mentor is famous all over the world and is also a mentor with many talents all over the world. He cannot lose his mentor.

Usually, he still needs to go to the Hanlin Academy to serve on duty.

Occasionally, juniors will come to ask for some questions.

Moreover, he also has to study massage hard. Sometimes when his teacher wakes up, he will feel sore back and back pain when he sleeps. His teacher has brain disease, and I don’t know if it will cause other diseases. His massage can always make the pain of his teacher’s stiff neck disappear.

finally……

After reading the last manuscript, Liu Wenshan took a deep breath. He held the book like a treasure and threw it into the journal "Qiusuo".

The journal "Qiusuo" publishes any article, and the premise is that they believe that the article has its value.

If...even searching for journals cannot be approved, then...

Liu Wenshan smiled bitterly.

I have truly become a subordinate of my mentor.

……………………

Daming Palace.

Emperor Hongzhi was half lying on the imperial desk, slowly looking at the book.

Xiao Jing stepped forward, took a blanket, and carefully put it on Emperor Hongzhi. Then, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "Come back."

Xiao Jing quickly changed his smile: "Your Majesty, what are your instructions?"

Emperor Hongzhi still said calmly: "Recently, why haven't you heard about Xishan County? What kind of food does the factory guards cook? You don't even report such a big thing?"

Xiao Jing was confused.

Damn...

That's not what I said.

When I reported the matter to Xishan County, my majesty, you blame me for being troubled and said, "Your Majesty has any sacred orders, do you still need to ask me about it?"

Okay, I dare not ask or say it now, but now I say it again...
To be continued...