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Chapter 2313: All Foxes 2

Of course Emperor Kangxi didn't know what little Fugua was thinking.

The next day, he forgot about Prince Chengyin and began to meet with the local officials.

After Honghui found out that the third master had lost his seal yesterday and insisted on slandering the little Fugua brothers, he was angry and worried, so he had people help him get on the boat again.

Little Fugua said: "Brother, what's wrong with you? It's still early to sail. What are you doing here now?"

Honghui smiled bitterly: "I don't know. I've been down there for a day and I still feel swaying. It's just like in a boat. I can't lie down anymore even if I think about it. I might as well forget it and move around.

Loosen faster."

Little Fugua made room for Honghui and ordered someone to wait on him.

There was a local official waiting outside for the announcement. When he saw the little Fu Gua, he stepped forward and saluted: "I wish you well, the Crown Prince. Good luck to the Crown Prince!"

"My lord, please get up."

"On behalf of the people here, I want to express my gratitude to Prince Tun Fujin. She is simply a living bodhisattva who saves people in need. Ever since she wrote the method of raising chickens, she has really saved the people here and brought life to the country."

The corners of Little Fugua's lips rose: "Really? That's really great."

The local official's surname was Yang, and his name was Yang Mingtian. He kept talking nonchalantly for a long time. He almost said that the original article was like the Queen Mother descending to the mortal world. He said that he was so lofty and noble. He said that he had learned her chicken-raising skills.

, this year’s place

There are at least more than 100,000 chickens in the world. Many people have become rich and well-off because of raising chickens. Everyone wants to express their gratitude to Prince Fujin of Tun. They also want to write the Wanmin Umbrella and pay tribute to the original text.

A brand, I want...

Not only did Xiao Fugua smile when he heard this, but Hong Jin, Hong Hui and the others were also very interested.

Several people asked questions from time to time. They were all happy to know that this chicken raising method has brought so many benefits to the people.

It is said that in the past, people could not even afford whole grains and only ate one egg a year during the Chinese New Year. Now, every household makes eggs at will, and chickens are killed and eaten from time to time. Who can not be grateful to the original text

Woolen cloth.

When the magistrate was called in, Honghui said: "Aunt Shi has really done a particularly great thing."

Hong Jin said: "Yes, Aunt Ten is a woman, otherwise she would have been promoted. But Xiao Fugua, doesn't your Xiaoliu not have a title yet? There are six brothers in the family, and five of them have him.

One is not good. Will he be resentful when he grows up and feel that no one in the family has his best interests in mind?"

Little Fugua smiled: "Xiao Liu is still young. As long as he has milk to drink and meat to eat, the world will be peaceful, and he doesn't even know what a title is."

Hongjin laughed twice and stopped talking without going any further.

Not long after he left, Honghui said: "Although Aunt Ten has made great contributions, you can't be so rash as to ask for a title for your Xiaoliu. You should discuss this matter after you go back and discuss it with Uncle Ten."

Don’t be fooled by someone else in a moment of rashness.”

Little Fugua said: "Who are you using as a gun?"

Honghui said: "Who else? This guy is crazy about getting a title. He is just worried that if Emperor Mafa... no matter who falls into his hands, he will remain a bald brother until he grows old.
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