The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Fang Xuanling also wanted the hand-warmer that Liu Zhenghui held.

I went to ask the emperor, but the emperor bombarded him.

Fortunately, he finally got the origin of the hand warmer.

No, he ran out of the palace with a bang.

Fang Xuanling originally didn't need to be in such a hurry.

But it snowed yesterday and the weather has been extremely cold these two days.

You can't keep the charcoal fire burning in Zhongshu Sheng. It's so warm, but your brain is as rusty and slow to react.

So within an hour, the officials had to come out for some fresh air.

But this was a waste of time, and the body that had finally warmed up suddenly became cold again.

Fang Xuanling came to the emperor to find a solution.

Of course, he also knew that the emperor could not think of any good solution.

I just wanted to ask Zhao Chen if he had any good ideas through the emperor.

After all, the relationship between the emperor and Zhao Chen was much easier for him to talk to.

But when Fang Xuanling saw the hand warmer, he had an idea in his mind.

Without asking about the origin of the hand-warming pot, he hurried to Zhao Mansion.

Fang Xuanling also sighed in her heart, how could Zhao Chen keep doing these weird things.

Still so useful.

…

Zhao Chen came back just in time for lunch at home.

Uncle Fu came back to his house this morning and had already prepared lunch.

In the past few months, after going out with Doctor Xue for a walk, Uncle Fu's mental state has improved a lot, and he looks younger and younger.

Uncle Fu told Zhao Chen that after the Chinese New Year, he planned to go to Lu with Doctor Xue for a walk.

I have never been out in my whole life, now I am getting older and want to walk around.

Zhao Chen naturally supported it.

He also wanted to be as free and comfortable as Uncle Fu.

But damn old Li Tou had to take him with him even when he went on a cruise in the south of the Yangtze River.

Where does he have time to live his own free and unrestrained life?

After lunch, Fang Xuanling came, with the words looking for someone to do something barely engraved on his face.

let

When someone brought tea, Zhao Chen was not in a hurry and waited for Fang Xuanling to speak.

Zhao Chen, Your Majesty asked me to come! Fang Xuanling said with a smile.

Fang Xuanling felt that it would be more effective if he said that the emperor asked him to come.

After all, Zhao Chen had a good relationship with the emperor.

This way I can speak better.

Why did your Majesty ask Fang Xuanling to come here? Zhao Chen didn't believe that the emperor would let Fang Xuanling come to him.

Usually it doesn't work if the emperor comes to him to do things himself. If Fang Xuanling comes, isn't that a trouble?

Your Majesty asked me to ask, do you still have the hand warmer? Fang Xuanling said.

This was the first time Fang Xuanling had seen something that could be kept warm by just filling it with hot water.

In the past, they relied on clothing and charcoal fire to keep out the cold.

He really hadn't thought about a hand warmer that only needed to be filled with hot water to keep out the cold.

There are none today. There will be a hundred hand warmers for sale at Wangyou Bookstore tomorrow. If the landlord wants them, he can buy them there tomorrow, Zhao Chen said.

Handwarmers require copper ore to craft.

And when building, there are many things that need to be paid attention to.

Otherwise, if defective products are produced, the hot water will be very hot.

Only a hundred? Fang Xuanling frowned.

The Zhongshu Province alone has thirty officials and a hundred hand-warming pots. Who knows if Zhao Chen has spread the news in advance, and then the people of Chang'an City will go to grab them?

His Fang Xuanling has old arms and legs.

He wins if he can grab one.

Zhao Chen, the officials of Zhongshu Provincial Department are grilling charcoal fires every day. The smell in the room is very strong and it is impossible to work at all.

Look, can you sell us dozens of hand warmers privately? Fang Xuanling asked carefully.

This is considered a back door.

Just saying this made Fang Xuanling feel a little embarrassed.

This is not possible, Zhongshu Province

officials cannot go to work, and the same goes for everyone else.

Besides, you can also make a charcoal fire. Ordinary people, if you can buy a hand warmer, the whole family can use it together.

I can't agree to this request. Tomorrow Wangyou Bookstore, how much you can buy depends on your ability. Zhao Chen shook his head.

If he gave all the dozens of hand warmers to Fang Xuanling, how would he be famous tomorrow?

You can't do this.

Fang Xuanling left with some disappointment.

I was thinking hard about how I could grab dozens of hand warmers tomorrow.

…

Little bastard, if you don't fight for three days, you'll start going to the house again, right?

Mr. Zhao is kind enough to say that the weather is too cold and he wants you to come back and rest for two days. How about you go out of the city to steal other people's chickens and roast them?

So shameless!

You should be locked up in the academy for the rest of your life and Mr. Zhao should teach you a lesson!

As soon as Fang Xuanling returned to her home, she heard her wife Pei scolding her youngest son Fang Yiai.

Fang Yizhi became a lot better in the academy and learned a lot.

Fang Xuanling simply asked Fang Yiai to go to the academy.

It snowed yesterday. Except for some students who went to the branch outside the city today, everyone else went home for the holidays.

Listening to Pei's scolding voice, you knew that Fang Yiai was out to steal again.

Fang Xuanling also sighed. Although Zhao Chen was in charge of the academy, Fang Yi did not dare to move.

But as soon as he left the academy, this guy couldn't hold back his bad behavior.

That's just sneaking around and using one's power to bully others...

Um?

Use your power to bully others!

Fang Xuanling's eyes suddenly brightened, and she thought of how to get those dozens of hand warmers tomorrow.

Madam, you go and have a rest first. I just have time. Let me teach this little brat a lesson. Fang Xuanling walked into the yard and said to Mrs. Pei.

Fang Yiai was being punished by Pei to kneel down.

When he saw his father coming, he quickly cast a look for help.

Fang Yiai was afraid of his mother Pei at home. As for his father Fang Xuanling, he and he were almost like brothers.

Every time someone was punished, someone else would think of a way to help.

If you still come to speak for him, go back to the academy tomorrow. If something like this happens again, I will tell your husband.

I want to see if he will skin you! Pei scolded him angrily, turned around and left.

Looking at it like this, he was obviously very angry.

Dad. Fang Yiai and Fang Xuanling shouted.

Fang Yiai didn't have money, and a chicken didn't cost much.

He just enjoys this kind of happiness.

But if Zhao Chen found out, he would have to be chased home and killed by Zhao Chen without even going back to the academy.

Isn’t this losing the reputation of the academy?

Now you know how to call me daddy? Fang Xuanling pretended to be angry, but in her heart she was thinking about how to grab a hand warmer tomorrow.

You do something for dad, and dad guarantees that Zhao Chen won't know about you stealing other people's chickens. Fang Xuanling said.

What's up?

There will be a hundred hand warmers for sale at Wangyou Bookstore tomorrow. You can help dad grab fifty of them. Fang Xuanling said.

How to rob? Fang Yiai asked.

Just as you robbed someone else's chicken, you did the same thing to rob that hand warmer.

Isn't this your favorite thing to do? Fang Xuanling said.

Fang Yiai's expression changed at that time.

He likes to steal other people's things for fun, but it depends on who he is robbing.

Wangyou Bookstore is Zhao Chen’s property.

If his roommate Yiai went to rob him, wouldn't he bring it to Zhao Chen's door to take care of it?

Zhao Chen didn't let anyone beat him to death at that time. It was already a matter of caring between teachers and students.

Grabbing what Zhao Chen was selling, Fang Yiai felt that her life was not that hard.

Dad, you'd better ask your mother to tell your husband to kill me! Fang Yiai waved her hand.