MTL - Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty-Chapter 2 i'm a prodigal

  Chapter 2 I am a prodigal son

   Under Xiao Xiangxiang's service, Fang Jifan rinsed his mouth. Just after breakfast, the famous doctor came.

  The doctor's face was flushed, and his face was flushed. Hearing that the young master's brain disease was getting better, everyone in the house called him a miracle doctor. Although he was modest in his mouth, he was happy in his heart.

   Carrying the medicine box as usual, he came to greet Fang Jifan with a smile: "I have seen Mr. Fang, Mr. Fang's complexion is much better, students, let's take your pulse first."

  Fang Jifan was a little instinctively afraid of this doctor, and after thinking about it, he looked at him with his nostrils upturned, and said with his legs crossed: "My son has recovered, what pulse do you have, you old dog, go away."

"Haha...haha..." The doctor laughed dryly. As a doctor, being scolded as an old dog is indeed a disgraceful thing, but although a little unhappy, the doctor still showed a gratified smile and said with emotion: "That's right, young master's illness is really cured, this old man is very...very..."

   "Get out!" Fang Jifan understood his own way of survival. The more arrogant and domineering he was, the happier and more gratified he was. This is really a... godlike world.

   "Okay, okay." The doctor was not annoyed at all, but turned his head and told Deng Jian: "If the son has any signs of illness, you must report it in time, son... the old man will leave, leave."

   Seeing the doctor leave happily, Fang Jifan was relieved.

   Having just escaped a catastrophe, Fang Jifan felt empty and lonely again. Do I have to pretend that I am a scum for the rest of my life?

   No, it’s boring to live like this, I must do something big, but right now...

  Fang Jifan stood up and said, "Little Deng Deng..."

  Little Deng Deng is Deng Jian's exclusive name, but Deng Jian is obviously not happy with Fang Jifan calling himself that, so he replied with a bitter face: "What are your orders, young master?"

  Fang Jifan said with a smile: "Let's go, accompany me for a walk around the mansion."

   "Okay." Deng Jian hurriedly went to get a Xiangfei fan and a sachet, and said as if asking for credit: "Master, I like to bring this when I go out..."

  Fang Jifan had black lines on his face, the owner of this body still has such fun? He smiled, skillfully asked Xiao Xiangxiang to tie the sachet around his waist, and played with the Concubine Xiang fan in his hand, closing it and closing it, there were poems on the fan, Fang Jifan glanced, and saw the writing on the fan: 'I advise you not to cherish the golden thread clothes, and advise you to cherish the youth. Blossoms can be folded straight to be folded, don't wait for no flowers to break branches. '

  The artistic conception of this poem is good, but Fang Jifan knew that the owner of the fan interpreted this poem maliciously, so he couldn't help scolding in his heart, bah, stinking liu.

   Although I despise him in my heart, I still have to live on.

   cheered up, and followed Deng Jian out of the bedroom. At this time, he really saw Nanhebo Mansion, and Fang Jifan couldn't help being speechless.

This mansion occupies a huge area, at least fifty acres, row upon row of continuous ridges, three entrances and three exits, the main hall, front hall, backyard, side rooms, and woodsheds are dozens of bays. Fang Jifan was very satisfied in his heart, subconsciously Shaking the Concubine Xiang fan, the only fly in the ointment is that this house... is a bit old, at least a hundred years old, and it looks very mottled.

  He couldn't help saying: "This house should be repaired."

   "Repair... repair the house..." Deng Jian exclaimed in surprise.

  Fang Jifan patted him on the head: "It's like a dog, the reason why the young master got sick must be because this house is too old, it needs to be renovated, understand?"

  Deng Jian showed a smile again, and said: "Young master is right, but does the young master mean that the house is full of evil spirits? Yes, I understand, but... repairing the house will cost a lot of money."

  Fang Jifan raised his eyebrows, and said, "Tangtang Nanhe Bofu, are you still short of money?"

"Lack!" Deng Jian's answer made Fang Jifan a little confused: "The young master usually doesn't care about things. The manor in the suburbs of Beijing in the mansion has thousands of acres of fertile land, but after all, what is grown is also food. Although the uncle has a salary and rewards However, there is not much real silver, all of which are our Daming’s treasures.”

  Precious banknotes...Fang Jifan understands, this is the unique banknotes of the Ming Dynasty, but unfortunately, the imperial court printed too many banknotes, so it is not worth much.

He suddenly remembered that the economic characteristics of this era are like this. Although the value of the land is high, most of the wealthy households rent it to farmers for farming. Of course, what they harvest is grain, and this grain is also used in barns. It can be exchanged for money, but after all, Nanhebo Mansion is such a big business and has a lot of expenses. Naturally, don't expect much cash on the books.

   Pretending to be crazy and foolish like this is not the way to go. It is better to be independent. Only when people are independent, for example, if they have money, can they not be restrained by others, and they will be caught and needled at every turn.

   Besides, do you really want to be a prodigal son for the rest of your life?

   No way! Fang Jifan felt that in his previous life, he was a top student at any rate, and a good-looking young man must be self-reliant and self-reliant.

   But what if there is no money?

  Fang Jifan squinted his eyes and suddenly became excited.

   There is money!

  It is now March 17th, the eleventh year of Hongzhi.

Half a month later, Fang Jifan vaguely remembered that there was a record in the local chronicles of Tongzhou, saying that dozens of ships carrying ebony sank in North Tongzhou, and that ebony was increasingly respected by nobles during the Hongzhi period. The price of ebony continued to rise, and Fang Jifan remembered that the price of ebony skyrocketed to an unprecedented height.

  This kind of ebony is hard to come by, and the general shipping is to ship a large amount of ebony together. Once these dozens of ships sink, it means that there will be an extreme shortage of ebony on the market in the future.

  Fang Jifan's eyes lit up, and an idea popped up in his mind, hoarding ebony.

  But...how about silver...Even before the price doubled, the price of this ebony was scary. He squinted his eyes and said, "How much silver is there in the account of the mansion?"

  Deng Jian shivered, and looked at Fang Jifan in panic: "It should not be much, at most it's just a few hundred taels of silver, young...young master, you...you want to..."

  As soon as Fang Jifan heard a few hundred taels, Fang Jifan was discouraged, but soon, he had another idea, he had no money, but the Fang family had land, if...

  He changed his mind, no, no, selling land... This young master is familiar with history, the thinking of the ancients is different from that of modern people. In the eyes of the ancients, selling land is an activity that can only be done by shabby households and prodigal sons, and people will poke their backs.

  Eh... prodigal son...

   Am I not just a textbook prodigal? In Beijing, is there anyone more prodigal than Fang Jifan?

  Fang Jifan's eyes lit up, and he yelled: "Call the steward and accountant!"

  The young master of the Fang family is still very powerful. After a while, Steward Yang and accountant Liu from the mansion came. They were panting, and looked at Fang Jifan with teary eyes.

Fang Jifan crossed his legs, although he was sitting, the two people in front of him did not dare to be taller than Fang Jifan, so he bowed his body, which made Fang Jifan appear taller than them while sitting with crossed legs, overlooking them condescendingly, It still feels a little like a master.

  Fang Jifan said: "How much land is there in the mansion?"

"The Zhuangzi outside the city covers 2,370 mu. Besides that, there are several mountains covering an area of ​​several thousand mu." Steward Yang said as if asking for credit. He heard that the young master had a brain disease. The young master is being treated every day, and he is very concerned in his heart. It is said that he is better now, so he looks straight at the young master, wanting to see if the young master is well.

   "How much money can I sell?" Fang Jifan's next sentence almost choked Guanshi Yang to death.

  Guard Yang's first reaction was not to be worried, but to raise his eyebrows slightly, and exchanged glances with accountant Liu beside him, alas, the young master's illness...is really healed, the Fang family is lucky!

   Think about it, the young master can actually think of selling the land for money. In this Beijing city, besides the young master of our Fang family, who else can say such words so chicly? Our young master has really returned!

Seeing the happy faces of the two, Fang Jifan felt that the world had gone crazy, so he had to knock on the table with the handle of his fan: "I want to ask you a question, how much can I sell, let me count it all, and pass it on to Ya Xing." Spread the word, sell the land, sell everything that can be sold, and not keep a single mu."

  (end of this chapter)