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He doesn't have the capital to rebel, and he can't fool adults, so he can only slowly nurture children. I'm afraid that Xu Ying is also in the anti-thief training plan.

This guy hates both Tartars and the Ming court!

Not long after, Pang Chunlai wrote an article with a style similar to a popular novel, trying to make it understandable to those who have read the book for a few years.

Zhao Han immersed himself in the reading, then looked at Pang Chunlai, thinking, "I'm not born at the right time!"If you were born hundreds of years later, you must be a big self-media blogger.

People say that the content of a picture at the beginning depends entirely on editing, and this Master Pang doesn't even have a picture.

It's ethics!

Alluding to Zhang's 40-year-old childlessness, he hooked up with his grandnephew and prepared an ancient birthday gift for her husband in advance.

As for who is that nephew?

Anyway, Zhang's family is big, and Fei's family is prosperous. As soon as the grand-nephew catches a lot, readers can guess.

The aunt and grand-nephew have a child together. The plot is too exciting and exciting. It is far more topical than hooking up with a family slave. It is guaranteed to spread quickly in a few days.

Pang Chun said, "Use your left hand to copy a few copies for me."

Writing with a brush with the right hand is not bad, but letting Zhao Han write with the left hand is purely chasing ducks to the shelves.

After only writing a few words, Pang Chunlai frowned and said, "Stop writing, go and call Fei Ruhe."

Zhao Han received a pardon, put down the brush, and ran to the private school to find Fei Ruhe.

Fei Ruhe was puzzled and came with Fei Chun, a book boy.He stood beside him and looked at the paper subconsciously, the peach-colored article suddenly made his expression strange.

Pang Chunlai had already copied six or seven copies, and said to Fei Ruhe, "You two master and servant, stick this thing in a prominent place in Hanzhu Academy and private school."

Fei Ruhe is not stupid, he smiled and said: "Master, you should find someone else. If my father finds out, he will beat me to death."

"Your father won't beat you," Pang Chun said, "although your family is a side branch of the main sect, but it is far away from the Goose Lake, you don't get much property in the river mouth, and you don't get a few people in Hanzhu Mountain. If this happens, it will benefit your family. It happens that your father is on the mountain, and he is the only one in this generation. The mountain chief must first seek him to discuss, and work together to rectify the study style of Hanzhu Academy."

"I won't do it." Fei Ruhe still shook his head.

Pang Chunlai began to seduce the children again: "You practice martial arts every day, but when you grow up, you want to be a general?"

Fei Ruhe raised his head and said, "I want to be a hero?"

"What?" Pang Chunlai thought he had heard it wrong.

"I want to be a hero, do justice for the sky, rob the rich and help the poor!" Fei Ruhe expressed his lofty aspirations.

Pang Chunlai couldn't help but complain: "Then you have to rob the Fei family first, and the Fei family is the richest in Yanshan County. There is no need to rob the Fei family. When you are in charge in the future, you will distribute all the Fei family's property stores in Ehu Lake. The poor people in the village are the real heroes! Only rob others, not themselves, even hypocrites, what kind of heroes are they?"

It made sense, but Fei Ruhe couldn't refute it, and muttered, "If you can't be a hero, you can be a general."

Pang Chunlai was good at seducing him in an orderly manner: "Being a great general, you can't just practice martial arts. If you just charge into the battle, you will be a common man!"

Fei Ruhe asked, "What else do you need to practice?"

"Art of War!" said Pang Chun.

Fei Ruhe's head was as big as a fight: "I also read "Sun Tzu's Art of War", and I had to fall asleep if I couldn't finish reading one. And what kind of diagrams are there, people can't stop fighting."

Pang Chunlai sneered: "How much more than the art of war? Do you know how to set up camp? Do you know how to coordinate food and grass? Do you know how to train and organize an army?"

"I don't know." Fei Ruhe shook his head and said.

Pang Chunlai stroked his beard and said with a thief, "I know how to teach you."

Fei Ruhe didn't believe it: "Stop coaxing me, you, an old master, know this?"

Pang Chunlai patted the table and said, "I am a disciple of the generals of Liaodong, and I have fought with the Tartars for so many wars, how would I not know those things?"

Fei Ruhe often heard the fourth uncle talking about the war in Liaodong, and said disdainfully: "If you are strong in Liaodong's generals, you will not be beaten like that by the Tartars."

"It's none of my business. No matter how good my strategy is, those bastards must be willing to listen to it! Even if they listen, they have to do it. They all betray their allies and escape!" Pang Chunlai was really angry. , "I have a military strategy in mind, so I will ask you if you want to learn it?"

Fei Ruhe tilted his head and thought for a while, then tentatively said, "Can I learn to try? If I can't learn it, I'll still go to practice martial arts hero."

"Okay," Pang Chunlai took a photo of the article from the media, "Take it and paste it all over the academy, and spread it quietly at night, don't get caught."

Fei Ruhe and Fei Chun picked it up and ran away, a little excited in their hearts, doing bad things quietly is always so exciting.

Pang Chunlai continued to transcribe it, copied more than ten copies, and threw it to Zhao Han and said, "Take it and paste it on Henglin and Hekou."

Fei's Henglin ancestral home was several miles away from Hekou Town, and Zhao Han had to run back and forth for at least one night.Therefore, Fei Ruhe's master and servants must be brought in, and they will be in charge of Hanzhu Academy. They can't be busy with less staff.

Zhao Han first went to the Fei's ancestral house in Henglin, and trot for five miles, sticking his tongue out of exhaustion.

It was dark and blind, and no one could be seen, but a few dog barks could be heard from time to time.

There were lanterns lit at the gate of Fei's ancestral house. Zhao Han first hid in the dark, smeared with rice and paper, and rushed over to stick it on the gate.After posting, I ran, turned around and ran to the side door. I posted one for each side door, and then I went to the Fei's ancestral hall.

Some action, it is midnight.

The cold wind blew across the Xinjiang River, making Zhao Han shiver. He ran along the Xinjiang River and finally arrived at Hekou Town.

The market here is prosperous, and even at night, there are cargo ships loading and unloading.

After crossing the bridge to the town entrance, Zhao Han did not dare to hesitate any longer, for fear that his face would be remembered.He walked to the "Three People's Pavilion" and posted the remaining big-character posters on the archway.

Poor Fei Hong I, as the youngest champion of the Ming Dynasty, was so insulted after his death.The archway dedicated to commemorating him as the first assistant was densely covered with peach-colored articles, and the content was that his niece-in-law hooked up with the younger generation...

It's not very harmful, it's extremely insulting!

The sun gradually rose, the water vapor on the river surface, and the large-character posters on the archway pillars were soaked by the dew at night.

Standing alone at the mouth of the river, this archway belongs to the place with the largest flow of people in Yanshan County. There are many business travelers from south to north, including many merchants from Huguang, Nanzhili, Zhejiang, Fujian and Guangdong.

It's not something that spreads across most of Jiangxi, but spreads throughout Jiangnan!

In the middle of the morning, there was finally a foreign businessman, taking advantage of the gap between the guys loading the ship and strolling around.He came to pay homage to the "Three Pavilions", but found that a lot of paper was pasted on the pillars of the archway.

Chapter 036 [Cerebral Hemorrhage]

As early as the Song and Yuan Dynasties, Jiangxi was a playhouse.

Zhou Deqing, a native of Jiangxi Province, independently formulated the "Central Yuan Yin Yun", which ended the chaotic phenomenon of Yuan music creation, and is known as the "ancestor of Qu Yun".

Wei Liangfu, a native of Jiangxi Province, absorbed the local opera tunes of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, improved the singing method of Kunshan tune, and created a new style of singing, which is known as "the originator of Kunqu Opera".

Tang Xianzu, a native of Jiangxi, is a great opera master of a generation, and there is no need to repeat it.

Fei Songnian had two hobbies in his life: one is food, and the other is opera.

He is nearly eighty years old, and his body is fat to a ball. He has nothing else to enjoy. He just listens to the play every day when he is full.

"A few songs of the Pingshan exhibition, the shades of dark eyebrows and dark eyebrows. Why can't the bowels be turned softly in Jin'er's life..."

Fei Songnian lay on the chair, tapped his fat belly with his fingers, and sang along with Dan Jiao on the stage.

Singing and singing, with a dry mouth, he gently lifted a finger, and the servant immediately put the mouth of the teapot over.

Moistening his throat, Fei Songnian continued to shake his head.

"Master, master, it's not good!" A domestic slave rushed to him in panic.

Fei Songnian frowned and said: "The ancestral house is on fire? Why dare to disturb the grandfather to listen to the play? Stand honestly, the big thing, wait until I finish listening to the trick!"

The slave waited anxiously, but he couldn't hold back. He unfolded the big-character poster and held it in front of Fei Songnian: "Master, let's take a look first."

Fei Songnian glanced curiously, his eyes suddenly widened, he struggled to sit up, grabbed his hand and read it carefully.

As I read it, I felt a surge of qi and blood, and I almost fainted.

He had a son in his 60s, so he was already skeptical.However, as his son got older, he became more and more like himself when he was a child, so he was completely at ease.

And proud of it, claiming that the sword is not old!

But the big-character poster said that his wife, Mrs. Zhang, seduced the grand-nephew.If it is the seed of a grand-nephew, it seems normal to look like him, after all, the descendants of the Fei family are of the same lineage.

Fei Songnian trembled and asked, "Where did this thing come from!"

The slave replied, "Attach it to the pillar of the Three-person Pavilion."

Three people's pavilion!

Three people's pavilion!

That was the archway built by Fei's family in the most lively area in order to show his prestige and announced the family's first assistant!

The entire Qianshan County has the most people there.

The article about the wife's seduction of her grand-nephew was actually posted in the three-person pavilion. Wasn't it seen by merchants in several provinces in the south of the Yangtze River?

"boom!"

Fei Songnian fell down suddenly, rolled from the chair to the ground, bleeding from his ears and nose, and his pupils gradually became dilated.

"master!"

"What's the matter with you, sir?"

"Hurry up and ask the doctor, the master fainted!"

It is not easy for a fat man who is nearly 80 years old to live to this age. At this moment, his high blood pressure directly caused a cerebral hemorrhage.

Before the doctor came, Fei Songnian had died.

Regardless of whether it was Zhao Han or Pang Chunlai, they never thought that they would piss people off on the spot.

"Master, master, how can I live when you are dead!"

Hearing the news, Mrs. Zhang came and lay there crying and grabbing the ground, with Fei Yuanjian, the tyrant of the private school standing behind him.

On the contrary, Fei Yuanjian did not feel any grief. He was very different in age from his father, and he was brought up by his wet nurse since he was a child.Moreover, the father was in the troupe all day, and the father and son had little time to eat together.

Fei Yuanjian glanced at everyone subconsciously, and found that the servants around him were all looking at him with strange eyes.

Yes, I should cry, otherwise it will be disobedient.

"Dad, Daddy..." Fei Yuanjian rushed over and burst into tears, but unfortunately his acting skills were so poor that not only could he not be able to squeeze out the tears, but his expression of grief was stiff.

Suddenly, Mrs. Zhang got up and pointed to the stage: "It's all these scumbags who sing opera, sing opera, and only know how to sing opera all day long. Find all the money that the master cheated on me, and then call them out to me!"

Fei Songnian had a total of eight concubines in his life, seven of them were actors, and Zhang had endured it for decades.

Fei Songnian usually treats the actors very well, and the entire troupe regards him as their relatives and elders. At this moment, many actors are crying beside him.

They were crying with sincerity, not only for Fei Songnian's accidental death, but also for not being able to find such a good master in the future.

But Zhang's remarks made the actors foolish, how could they retrieve the past practice of rewarding money?

The house slaves were dispatched immediately and beat the actors with sticks, forcing them to hand over the money quickly.

"Wow! Wooooooooo..."

Mrs Zhang lay down again and continued to cry bitterly there.

Her maid finally brought the big-character poster and reminded in a low voice, "Madam, don't cry in a hurry, look at this first."

Many domestic slaves covered their mouths and snickered, and even felt schadenfreude.

Don't think that being born in a big family has a lot of manners, and abuse of domestic slaves can be seen everywhere.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, Jiangnan slaves changed, and some slaves even killed their masters and surrendered to the government with their masters' heads.It is said that it is unbearable to be humiliated, and it is necessary to die with the master, which shows how much he is usually bullied.

Zhang Shi didn't know the truth, so he wiped his tears and looked at it.

"Madam fainted too!"

The whole family goes up and down, chickens fly and dogs jump.

The actors took the opportunity to pack up and escape, and some house slaves also ran back to the master's house, stealing some gold and silver ornaments to hide.

After all, Fei Yuanjian was young and couldn't understand the situation, so he picked up the big-character poster curiously.

Then people are stupid.

I'm not really biological?

So who is my biological father?

Zhang Shi quickly woke up and turned around, and the first sentence he opened his eyes was to cry out loudly: "I'm dead..."

She got up and jumped into the pool under the stage, being held tightly by her loyal servant.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you jump down, the pool water will submerge your knees at most, which means it is too cold in winter and easy to catch a cold.

……

Hekou Town, a street teahouse.