Royal Gold Magistrate

After the report was sent out, Zhang Dongxiang began to pace the room anxiously.

Fang Zhengyi was still unhurried, drinking his tea calmly, picking up the newspaper and criticizing occasionally.

Let Xie Xian make a fake newspaper specially, and the content on it was written by the reporters of the newspaper office.

But this article is so poorly written!

It looks like a call to arms for a battle, but the momentum has gone up, but there are too many allusions!

Such articles are simply not suitable for ordinary people to read, and it seems that the old problems of those scholars have committed again.

If there is nothing wrong, I just want to say something elegant, and go back and deduct my salary!

"I said third uncle, take a break! It's getting dark."

"You're not tired, I'm tired just looking at you, you're old, calm down! If something goes wrong, calm down!"

"What shall we have for dinner tonight?"

Zhang Dongxiang turned his head and said angrily, "Eat? You know how to eat! Do you think it's that simple?!"

"It's not a big deal to change some rules. If the public opinion of the people expands and it's difficult to end, it will be bad!"

"Give me the newspaper, the old man will read it again!"

After finishing speaking, he stepped forward and snatched the newspaper from Fang Zheng's hand.

Fangzheng smacked his lips and looked at Zhang Dongxiang with disdain.

Hehe, Jingguo people always like to be harmonious and compromise.If you say this room is too dark, you need to open a window here.

The family must not allow it.But if you advocate removing the roof, they will come to mediate and are willing to open the windows.

Now I feel that it is nothing to change some rules. It is useless to reason with you earlier!

Zhang Dongxiang carefully looked at the newspaper line by line with his finger gestures.

It seems that literacy seems to be a particularly difficult state.

Holding the candle, Fangzheng approached it with a smile: "Third Uncle, it's not that dark today. Why is it so hard to see?"

"It's an old problem... I can't see clearly when I'm old..." Zhang Dongxiang replied vaguely.

Still looking for loopholes in the article.

Talking unintentionally, but listening intentionally.

Fang Zhengyi suddenly reacted!

Presbyopia! ?

grass!Why didn't I remember the glasses thing!

Burning oil with lamps for many scholars is very harmful to the eyes, especially the lighting effects of oil lamps and candles are not good.

So usually people who read a lot have poor eyesight.

It's even harder to use your eyes when you're old.

Not to mention the treatment of myopia, you can also make sunglasses, which have some practical functions and some decorative functions.

Even if people don't like it for a while, you can lead the trend yourself!

This business is good!And the advertising spokesperson is right in front of you!

"Go away! Stay away from the old man, I will be upset when I see you!"

Seeing Fang Zhengyi leaning next to him, Zhang Dongxiang didn't appreciate it, and dodged away with the newspaper.

It's all the fault of this guy, a simple exam turned out to be so messy!

The Banshan newspaper office dares to say anything, dare to report anything, and should let the imperial court take care of it in the future!

If you dare to discuss the imperial examination today, you don't even dare to think about what you will do in the future!

Seeing that the discussion was boring, Fangzheng was not angry at all, and sat back at the table and began to study the glasses in his heart.

The county has no experience in doing this, but grinding lenses is already experienced, so it is not difficult.

As long as you draw some sketches for them yourself, make some lenses in batches, and find some presbyopic and short-sighted ones to try, don't you know?

Just do it, Fangzheng grabbed the pen and paper and began to write and draw.

Zhang Dongxiang didn't bother him when he saw that he was moving strangely and drawing messy circles.

Not long after, Fang Zhengyi had already drawn dozens of blueprints of spectacle lenses, with some text analysis on them.

Accurate photometry and glasses are naturally impossible, and we can only choose the appropriate range as much as possible.

But if it is so, it is better than being dazzled or short-sighted.

After finishing everything, Fang Zheng blew on the paper and smiled triumphantly.

This one, the history books must have me!The father of glasses is none other than Fang Zhengyi!

When the public house was silent, Guo Tianyang arrived late.

It's just that this announcement is a bit unusual in the Gongyuan.

Even though there was still some distance from the examination room, Guo Tianyang didn't shout loudly, and he didn't speak until he saw Zhang Dongxiang's face.

Zhang Dong felt nervous when he saw that it was Guo Tian's foster relative, and hurriedly put the newspaper on the table and went to receive the order!

Fangzheng greeted him heartlessly.

Guo Tianyang smiled at him, unfolded the edict and said: "Fengtian..."

After reading the decree, Guo Tianyang said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, please accept the decree. Your Majesty is very happy to know that you have worried so much about the imperial examination. The things bestowed by the Holy Majesty have now been sent to your residence."

Zhang Dongxiang blinked his eyes after hearing the decree, but he still hasn't recalled it in his heart.

After Guo Tianyang finished speaking, he finally came to his senses and said hesitantly, "Eunuch Guo, Your Majesty...didn't you say anything about public opinion?"

"What's the cabinet's reaction now? The insiders in the newspapers in the middle of the mountain..."

Before he could finish speaking, Guo Tianyang waved his hand: "Mr. Zhang, I've heard about this!"

"There are some newspapers that are privately printed in the market, and they say everything! You must have bought wild newspapers! His Majesty has arranged for people to rectify these wild newspapers. You should pay attention to them during this time."

"Also...hey! Master Fang! What are you burning there!! You can't play with fire in the Gongyuan!!"

Guo Tianyang screamed, stretched out the orchid and pointed at Fang Zhengyi.

Zhang Dongxiang, who hadn't recalled it here, also turned his head and looked behind him.

Fang Zheng put a candlestick on the ground, and half of the newspaper in his hand was burned.

Seeing everyone in the room looking at him, Fangzheng smiled.

"This is my congratulations to Mr. Zhang. This is called a sense of ceremony! It symbolizes prosperity!"

Guo Tianyang rolled his eyes: "Okay, our family won't say much, Mr. Zhang, you've worked hard, I'll go back and report back first."

Turn around and leave.

Zhang Dongxiang held the imperial decree in his hands and stood there stupidly...

I was lied to...the newspaper...it turned out to be a fake newspaper!

He even destroyed the evidence in front of me!grass!

Everyone knows about falsification, but the falsification of new things like newspapers has really fallen into a blind spot.

With Zhang Dongxiang's old qualifications, he was deceived by this little trick!

Shame... Regret... Feeling ashamed, all kinds of negative emotions flooded my heart!

Just at this time, Fang Zhengyi moved closer to Zhang Dongxiang again, and said meanly: "Third Uncle... Do you think I have a share in those brocades? I am not greedy..."

"Fang Zhengyi! You fucking dare to bully me!! I'll kill you!!"

Zhang Dongxiang roared angrily, turned around and rushed towards Fang Zhengyi.

This was caught off guard, and Fang Zhengyi never thought that the old man would be thrown to the ground with such a temper despite his age.

The two began to roll around on the ground, tearing it up.

The battle was soon decided.

Fangzheng was young and strong, he pressed Zhang Dongxiang under his body within two strokes, panting, "Third Uncle, please speak up if you have something to say!"

"Little man! Shameless villain! How dare you lie to me!"

Zhang Dongxiang felt sad, he was in the army with His Majesty back then... Is he already so unbearable... Now being played by a young man in his 20s, and being held down by him, is really a lifelong stain!

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