Buddhist Miracle Doctor: The Dark Prince, Can't Get Rid of Him

Hong Ran, Fan Pu often felt that it was not appropriate for him to have such an idea. However, when his grandson came to him after dinner that day and said he had something to discuss, after he heard it, the answer in his mind became clearer.

Fan Puchang did not tell anyone about his thoughts, not even to his own son. Even if it was the woman's idea, so what? As long as it was really beneficial to his grandson's country, it would be fine.

Look at the ministers in the court every day. Who says they are the ones who give advice to the emperor and solve problems? But who can really say anything useful?

Fan Pu often found that every time his grandson discussed things with him, they were things that had never happened in any dynasty.

Every time he heard it, his first impression was that it was nonsense and out of the ordinary, but after a little careful analysis, he found that it was really feasible!

So, every time at the end, Fan Pu would always nod in agreement.

He also wanted to firmly oppose it once, but until now he has not had such an opportunity.

Because, every time his grandson announced a major decision, the calmer he analyzed it, the more he felt it was correct and feasible.

This made Fan Puchang doubt himself. He wanted to devote all his life's knowledge to assisting his grandson, but in the end, he was not as good as a young woman.

Fortunately, this little girl is one of ours, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

When Brother Hui left his grandfather's study in a good mood, a large house outside the palace was brightly lit.

There were several elderly people sitting at the top of the room, and the seats on both sides were also full of people.

Kneeling in the middle was a young man in his twenties with a stubborn look on his face. He was Feng Jucai, who was shortlisted for this winter exam.

"Grandfather, father, Jucai was too impulsive this time. This is no small matter. How could my eldest brother be so foolish as to let him do whatever he wants? If things go wrong, our Feng family's business of hundreds of years will be destroyed.

How could they keep it a secret from us?" The one who was extremely angry was Feng Jucai's second uncle Feng Jinbao.

"Second brother, Jucai was indeed wrong this time, but I really didn't know about it beforehand." The eldest brother Feng Jinshan explained quickly.

"That's right, second brother, can you please not be so nervous? Jucai is not involved in the election of the new emperor. You are worried that he will bet on the wrong person and bring trouble to our Feng family. Now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, he is selecting talents. Since it doesn't matter what the status is, why can't Jucai, who is young and energetic, give it a try?"

Second brother, don’t you want our Feng family to have an official as well?” The third brother Feng Jinhai spoke up to express his opinions and views.

He was very excited when he learned that his eldest nephew had participated in this winter exam and was shortlisted.

I also want to get the whole family together and celebrate. The Feng family is not only good at making money, but also has people who can serve as officials in the court.

I never thought that my second brother would come to Beijing to call for justice. "Thinking, what's the use of thinking? In all dynasties, have you ever seen a merchant family allow

Participate in the imperial examinations and become an official in the court? The current emperor is young, and all officials in the court are not allowed to submit to him, so he can act recklessly and no one can stop him.

But we can't just follow suit, can't we just stay calm and do our own business?" Feng Jinbao became more and more excited and angry as he spoke.

"Father, I think my brother did nothing wrong. Why would he miss this rare opportunity? My family is far from Beijing, and I found out too late. Otherwise, I would have participated and maybe I could have been selected." A young man standing next to him couldn't help but laugh.

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"Go away! Isn't it chaotic enough?" Feng Jinbao turned around and yelled at his son when he heard him go against him.

"That's how it is." Feng Juliang muttered softly.

"Father, it's all because of my poor parenting that this happened. You should deal with me this way. I am willing to be punished together with my rebellious son." Feng Yixin, who had never spoken a word, stood up, knelt in front of his son with a guilty look on his face, and apologized to the old man in the first seat.

Seeing his father like this, Feng Jingcai, who had no remorse on his face, finally felt guilty.

Feng Mingde, the oldest member of the Feng family, looked at his son and grandson kneeling in front of him, as well as family members around him.

"Second brother, don't rush to blame. Let me ask you, the Feng family's business has lasted for several generations without decline. What did they rely on?" Feng Mingde looked at his second son and asked very seriously.

Feng Jinbao felt something was wrong when he heard this. What was his father doing? He thought carefully before responding, "Father, our family motto has always been to be honest and trustworthy."

After saying this, I saw my father shaking his head.

"You only said the first one, there is also the second one. Our Feng family abides by the family motto of honesty in doing business, and what our Feng family also has is unity.

No matter which dynasty or generation, no matter what happened, our Feng family has always lived in peace by being united and facing the outside world.

It was wrong to hide what Jucai did from everyone, but it had already happened, and blaming him now would not solve the problem. The exam had already been taken, and this kid was also very hardworking, so he was even shortlisted.

No one can predict what will happen next.

The new emperor ascended the throne, and he is young, but I don’t think it’s nonsense for him to organize this winter examination.

Second brother, let me ask you, what did Qin, the manager of Xicheng, do originally? How did he become the manager?

Feng Jinbao heard this and said, "Manager Qin was originally the coachman for my son. He was promoted because my son saw that he had the talent for business."

At this point, his speech slowed down a bit, and he understood why his father suddenly asked this question. "Father, this, this is not the same thing, right?"

"They are all recruiting talents without any restrictions, so how come they are not the same thing? When you insisted on promoting Manager Qin, didn't they disagree at that time? You think that you don't care about background if someone is capable, and the current emperor has the same idea, so why is it not okay? Is it just because he is young?" Feng Mingde asked his son with a smile.

"Also, you said that the emperor is young, and the officials in the court are not submissive to him and allow him to act recklessly. But, don't you have ears? Since he ascended the throne, he has done several things. Which one is reckless?

Is it because the treasury is empty that he asked all officials to donate money? And did he not order the government to increase taxes on us ordinary people?

Or did he allow the people to receive rent for land that was not rented out, and to rent land to farm if they had good credit and found a guarantor?

What does it matter whether the officials submit to him or not? Isn't it enough for us ordinary people to submit to such a monarch?

Why do you think he held this winter exam when he was still young and had just ascended the throne? What do you think he planned to do with the more than 100 people he selected? Did he just choose some kids to play with him when they were in the mood? "Feng Mingde continued when he saw his son remained silent.

The room was even quieter than before. "Father, I know I was wrong. I am stupid." The old man's words made the

Feng Jinbao, who was very angry, suddenly understood, as if awakened from a dream. He walked forward, grabbed the corner of his robe and stood beside his elder brother.

"Okay, it's good that you understand. You did nothing wrong. This is also for the safety of our Feng family. Get up quickly." Feng Mingde was very pleased to see that his son understood as soon as he said it.

"Are you here to play football with him?" Feng Mingde saw that his son didn't say anything, so he continued. The room was even quieter than before. "Father, I know I was wrong. I am stupid." The old man's words made the originally

Feng Jinbao, who was very angry, suddenly understood, as if awakened from a dream. He walked forward, grabbed the corner of his robe and stood beside his elder brother.

"Okay, it's good that you understand. You did nothing wrong. This is also for the safety of our Feng family. Get up quickly." Feng Mingde was very pleased to see that his son understood as soon as he said it.

Feng Jinbao quickly turned around to support his elder brother and the nephew he had accused.

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed, and the chief steward suddenly reported that someone had come from the palace.

Just this one sentence made the atmosphere in the room, which had just relaxed, tense again immediately...