Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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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 full of color. Hearing that the young master's brain disease was getting better and 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 quite instinctively afraid of this doctor, after thinking about it, he looked at him again with his nostrils upturned, crossed his legs and said: "My lord has recovered, what pulse do you have, you old dog, get out of here."

"Haha...haha..." The doctor laughed dryly. As a doctor, being scolded as an old dog is indeed a disgraceful thing, but even though he was a little unhappy, the doctor still showed a gratified smile and sighed. Said: "Yes, the young master's illness is really cured, the old man is very... very..."

"Get out!" Fang Jifan understood his way of life, 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 young master has any signs of illness, you must report it in time, young master... I will take my leave, I will take my 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 all 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..."

Xiao 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: "Come on, accompany me for a walk around the mansion."

"Okay." Deng Jian hurriedly went to fetch a Concubine Xiang fan and a coquettish sachet, and said as if asking for credit: "Young master likes to bring this when he goes 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 the owner of the fan's malicious interpretation of this poem, and couldn't help cursing in his heart, bah, stinking liu.

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

Pulling himself together, he followed Deng Jian out of the bedroom. Fang Jifan couldn't help but be speechless when he really saw Nanhebo Mansion.

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 smiled again, and said: "Young master is right. You 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 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.

There is no way to pretend to be crazy and foolish like this. It is better to be independent. Only when people are independent, for example, if they have money, will they not be restrained by others, and they will be caught and needled at every turn.

What's more, do you really want to be a prodigal 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 narrowed his eyes, suddenly excited.

There is money!

It is now the seventeenth day of March in 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 rare, 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

... What about the 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 in the house?"

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

Fang Jifan was discouraged when he heard a few hundred taels, but soon, he had another idea, he didn't have any 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 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 the accountant!"

Young Master Fang's power is still very powerful, within a short while, Steward Yang and accountant Liu from the mansion came, both of them were out of breath, looking 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 conveniently, "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.

Steward Yang's first reaction was not to be worried, but raised his eyebrows slightly, and exchanged a glance with Accountant Liu, alas, the young master's illness...is really cured, the Fang family is lucky!

Think about it, the young master can 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 gracefully? 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."

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