Under Xiao Xiangxiang’s service, Fang Jifan rinsed his mouth, and the famous doctor came just after eating early.
The doctor’s face was red and his face was dazzling. He heard that the young master’s brain disease was getting better, and everyone in the house called him a genius doctor. Although he was humble in his mouth, he was happy in his heart.
Carrying the medicine box as usual, he came to Fang Jifan with a smile and said: “I have seen Master Fang, Master Fang looks much better, let’s get the pulse of Master Fang first.”
Fang Jifan was a little instinctively afraid of this doctor. After thinking about it, he looked at him with nostrils upside down, and said with his legs folded: “My son is already well, what pulse, you old dog, go away.”
“Haha…haha…” The doctor laughed dryly. As a doctor, it was indeed insulting to be called an old dog, but although it was a little unpleasant, the doctor still showed a gratified smile, with emotion Said: “Yes, the son’s disease is really good, the old man is…very…”
“Fuck!” Fang Jifan understood his own way of survival. The more arrogant and domineering, the happier and more relieved he was. This is really a… God-like world.
“Good, good.” The doctor didn’t feel annoyed at all, but turned his head and asked Deng Jian: “If the son shows signs of illness again, he must report it in time, son… the old man will leave and leave.”
Fang Jifan was relieved to see that the doctor had left happily.
Having just escaped, Fang Jifan became empty and lonely again, should he pretend to be a scumbag for the rest of his life?
No, it’s boring to live like this, you must do a big business, but now…
Fang Jifan stood up and said, “Little Deng Deng…”
Xiao Deng Deng is Deng Jian’s exclusive name, but apparently Deng Jian is not happy that Fang Jifan calls himself that way, so he replied bitterly, “Master, what’s your order.”
Fang Jifan said with a smile: “Go, walk with this young master in the house.”
“Okay.” Deng Jian hurriedly went to get a fan for the concubine of Hunan, and a sachet of saucy bag, and said inviting credit: “Master, I love to bring this…”
Fang Jifan’s face is black, the owner of this body still has this interest? He smiled, and skillfully asked Xiao Xiangxiang to tie the sachet around his waist, playing with the Xiang Fei fan in his hand, and when he closed it, there was a poem on the fan. Fang Jifan glanced at it and saw that it was written on the fan: ‘Persuade you not to hesitate the golden garments, and persuade you to hesitate to take your youth. The blossoms are worthy of being folded, and the branches should not be folded without flowers. ‘
The artistic conception of this poem is good, but Fang Jifan knows the fan owner’s malicious understanding of this poem, so he can’t help cursing, bah, stinky LIU.
Although I despise in my heart, but life has to go on.
After cheering up, he followed Deng Jian out of the bedroom. At this time, he really saw Nanhe Bofu, and Fang Jifan couldn’t help being speechless.
This mansion occupies a huge area, 50 acres, to say nothing. The roof ridges are continuous, three in and three out. There are dozens of rooms in the main hall, front hall, backyard, wing room, and wood house. Fang Jifan is very satisfied and subconscious. Shaking the fan of the Concubine Xiang, the only flaw is that this house… is a bit old, and it has a history of a hundred years. 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 his head: “A thing like a dog, the young master must be sick because this house is too old and renovated. Do you understand?”
Deng Jian smiled again and said, “The young master said well, the young master said that the mansion is very yin-stricken? I understand, I know, but… it costs money to repair the house.”
Fang Jifan raised his eyebrows and said, “Dang Nan and Bo Fu, still short of silver?”
“Lack!” Deng Jian’s answer made Fang Jifan a little dazed: “The young master usually doesn’t care. The manor in the suburbs of Beijing has thousands of acres of fertile land, but after all, what is planted is also grain. Although the uncle has gratuities and rewards , The real silver is not much, it is our Daming’s treasure.”
Baochao…Fang Jifan understands, this is Daming’s unique banknote. Unfortunately, there are too many printed by the court, and it’s not worth a lot of money.
He suddenly remembered that the economic characteristics of this era are like this. Although the value of the land is high, most of the rich are rented out to farmers for farming. Of course, the harvest is grain, and this grain is also used in barns. Even if they pile up, they also exchange money, but after all, Nanhe Bofu is so big and expensive, so naturally, don’t expect much cash on the books.
This is not the way to pretend to be crazy and sell stupid. It is better to be independent. People only need to be independent. For example, if they have money, they will not be controlled by others and be caught and needled at every turn.
Besides, do you really want to be the prodigal son of a lifetime?
Nothing! Fang Jifan felt that in his previous life, he was also a master of study, five good young people, to be self-reliant and self-reliant.
But what should I do if I have no money?
Fang Jifan squinted, suddenly excited.
There is money!
It is March 17th in the 11th year of Hongzhi.
Half a month later, Fang Jifan vaguely remembered that there were records in Tongzhou’s local chronicles, saying that dozens of ships carrying ebony were sunk in Beitongzhou. In addition, ebony was increasingly admired by the nobles during the Hongzhi period. Therefore, ebony Fang Jifan remembers that the price of ebony has soared to unprecedented heights.
This ebony is rare at first, and the general shipping is to ship bulk ebony together. The sinking of these dozens of ships means that there will be an extreme shortage of ebony on the market in the future.
Fang Jifan’s eyes lit up, and a thought came into his mind, hoarding ebony.
But…what about the silver…Even before the price doubled, the price of this ebony was scary. He squinted and said, “How much silver is left in the mansion account?”
Deng Jian shuddered, and looked at Fang Jifan in panic: “It shouldn’t be much, it’s only a few hundred taels of silver at most, less…Master, you…you want to…”
After hearing a few hundred taels, Fang Jifan was discouraged, but soon, he had another idea, he had no silver, but Fang’s family had land, if…
He changed his mind, wrong, wrong, selling land… This young master is familiar with history, and the thinking of this ancient person is different from that of modern people. In the eyes of the ancients, selling land can only be done by ruined settlements and prodigal sons.
Huh…Prodigal…
Am I just a textbook prodigal? In Beijing, is there a more prodigal than Fang Jifan?
Fang Jifan’s eyes were already bright, and he yelled: “Call the steward and the accountant!”
The Fang family’s son was still very powerful. After a short time, Guan Shi and Liu Clerk in the mansion came. The two men were panting, their eyes were dripping at Fang Jifan.
Fang Jifan was sitting with his legs cocked. Although he was sitting, the two people in front of him did not dare to be taller than Fang Jifan, so they bowed. On the contrary, it seemed that Fang Jifan sat with his legs up and looked higher than them, looking down at them condescendingly. It still feels a little young master.
Fang Jifan said: “How much land is there in the mansion?”
“The Zhuangzi outside the city has 2,370 acres. In addition, there are a few mountains, covering thousands of acres.” Guanshi Yang asked as if he had received credit. He heard that the young master had a brain disease. The young master was treating his illness all day long, but he was very concerned. It is said that he is better now, so he looked at the young master with straight eyes, and wanted to see if the young master was better.
“How much money can I sell?” Fang Jifan said next, almost choking Guan Shi Yang to death.
Manager Yang’s first reaction was not worry, but slightly raised eyebrows, and glanced at the accountant Liu on the side. Alas, Master’s disease… it really is better, the Fang family is fortunate!
Think about it, the young master could think about taking the land and selling it for money. In this Beijing city, besides our Fang family young master, who else can say such things in such a cool manner? Our young master is really back!
Seeing the beauty on the faces of the two, Fang Jifan felt that the world was crazy. He had to knock the table with a fan handle: “If I ask you, how much can be sold, I will count it for the young master and give it to Ya Xing. When the news comes out, sell the land, sell everything that can be sold, and you can’t keep one acre.”
