The joy of the harvest gradually became less crazy as the old man felt a little tired.
All the harvested sweet potatoes were registered and marked with their quantities, and then officials from the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Household Affairs, together with agricultural officials, selected healthy grain seeds from the piles of sweet potatoes.
Our nation may be a little bit behind-the-scenes in other aspects, but we have an extraordinary talent in how to store seeds for food improvement. At a glance, we can tell which of these potatoes that will be used as seeds are cold-resistant.
, which ones grow well, which ones are ripe, and which ones still have flaws.
In a short period of time, officials from the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Household Affairs had already sketched out several plans on how to promote it.
In fact, this kind of talent is not innate. It is a way of making a living accumulated over a long history and countless times of hunger and learning.
After joking with the ministers for a long time, the old man seemed a little tired and sat on the edge of the simple stove with his weight in his arms.
The big hand didn't care about the boiling heat in the stove pit, and directly pulled out a roasted black potato, and then broke it open while sucking in the air-conditioning.
Suddenly, a rich and sweet fragrance hit your nose, making people salivate.
"Come on, dear grandson, open your mouth!" The old man broke off a piece and brought it to Jin's mouth, "Blow some air, don't burn it!"
Jin puffed out his cheeks and blew hard for a few times, testing the temperature with his fingers, but he didn't eat it after taking it, and instead held it up to the old man's mouth.
"Ancestor, do you want to eat first?"
"Ha!" the old man laughed, "Why?"
Jin raised his chubby little hand and said, "Young and old are in order. You are the head of the family and have been busy all morning. It's your turn to eat first!" As he said, he continued to raise his hand and put it into the old man's mouth.
The sweetness of the sweet potatoes bloomed in the mouth, but what made the old man feel most beautiful was his grandson's sensibleness and filial piety.
"Look, look, ah!" the old man said to the left and right, "how old is this child, so filial? Tsk, tsk, three years old is worth ten, this child will definitely not do anything wrong in the future. Ha, there is an order of growth and development, there is a lot to say.
good!"
When the old man praised his great-grandson, the old killers next to him naturally became amused.
Cao Zhen grinned with big yellow teeth and said, "Your Majesty, I am not trying to flatter you. I am already old and have seen countless children. But I have never seen anyone as smart as the prince. I am not Xuanhu. On the day the prince was born, I
He also entered the palace."
"Do you still remember that that day, it was originally covered with dark clouds and it was about to rain, but what happened? As soon as the prince landed on the ground, there was a click, and the sky became clear and cloudless!"
The old man was stunned and thought for a moment, "Well, don't tell me, this is really what happened!"
Wuding Marquis Guo Ying also joked, "Your Majesty, there are some things that you can't believe. The ancients said that when the Holy Lord comes from heaven, he must be born with a strange phenomenon."
"It's like this. It's just like when the prince was born, we were fighting Yingtian. How many people died. There were dead people under the city wall, and there was no place to stay. Everyone was tired and couldn't fight anymore. Suddenly
Good news came from the rear, the prince was born. As a result, everyone got the news, the three armies were energized, and the city was captured in three days..."
Cao Zhen was talking and his saliva was flying when he suddenly felt someone kick his calf from behind. When he turned around, it was Feng Sheng who glared at him.
Moreover, Feng Sheng’s eyes seemed to be saying, Fool Cao, do you fucking know how to speak?
Therefore, being a prince is a taboo for the old man. People rarely mention the past events in front of him.
However, the old man still smiled, lowered his head and looked at Jin again, "Everyone is destined to be alive! If you are not lucky enough, take the first step." After saying that, he sighed and hugged Jin tightly, "But God still treats us well.
My eldest grandson and grandson are all good children!"
"That's right, that's right!" Cao Zhen quickly gave a thumbs up, "You can't be wrong! Those little beasts in my family have all followed me. Apart from eating, drinking and having fun, they only think about fighting all day long. The real business is
Not at all!"
At this moment, Jin pulled down the old man's lapel and said with clear eyes, "Grandpa, my grandson wants to eat field mice. Let's roast them!"
Before the old man could speak, Cao Zhen stood up and shouted to the people around him, "Brothers, what are you doing in a daze? The prince is going to eat field mice, hurry up!"
After saying that, he licked his face again and said with a smile, "Your Majesty, the sweet potato you just rewarded tastes good. I think that if I stew it with a field mouse, it will definitely be a good drink for you."
"You're such a killer!" the old man scolded with a smile, "Thank you for being able to figure it out."
Cao Zhen laughed and said, "Pork stewed with field mice will kill the tiger after eating it!"
"Go away!" The old man laughed and waved his hands.
At this time, Zhu Yunxi also came from a distance. The old killers around him saw this and quickly dispersed.
The old man also handed the pound to Li Qi, carefully peeled the roasted potatoes and asked, "What's wrong with you over there?"
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "It's no big deal."
"It's not a big deal yet. The people from the Dali Temple Metropolitan Procuratorate of the Ministry of Punishments went off to do their errands with their heads spinning like dogs." The old man said with a sidelong look, "He looked as if he had eaten three kilograms of dog shit."
"There have been several cases in the local area..."
"Unjust case?" the old man asked.
Zhu Yunxi nodded and said with a smile, "I can't hide anything from you!"
"This is no small matter!" The old man looked serious. "As long as justice is involved, there is no small matter. As emperors, we cannot make the world full, but at least we must provide justice to the world."
"My grandson has kept in mind the teachings of the emperor and has instructed the Ministry of Punishment to hold a public trial in Dali Temple." Zhu Yunxi also said solemnly, "Whoever does not give justice to the people will not be given justice to him."
"Just do it!" the old man said, throwing the Hongshu into his mouth, "You are old too, and you have your own ideas about what to do, so we can't keep nagging about it. But there is one more thing, so I have made an idea for you first.
"
"Look what you said, no matter what happens, you make the decision!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
"Big deal!" The old man scratched his head with his big hands, "It's about Jin's study!" He said to Pu Bucheng who was waiting behind him, "Call someone over!"
"yes!"
Jin has reached the age to study in Hua Palace. This child has a somewhat out-of-touch personality and should be taught by a strict teacher.
However, Zhu Yunxi proposed several people before, but the old man rejected them all. Because most of the people he proposed were veterans of the political party. These people were selected from a million when they were officials, but they were not good at learning.
In fact, these are what Zhu Yunxi values and the crown prince does not take the first prize, so why bother to learn the scriptures, lectures and saints' theories. Song Huizong and Tang Houzhu and others learned well, and Emperor Yang of Sui also learned well, but what happened in the end?
The emperor must be pragmatic and aware of the sufferings of the people.
Besides, as a prince, what Jin needs to learn more is how to use the doctrines of saints to consolidate his rule, not just romantic poems and songs.
But the old man was very arbitrary in this matter, and Zhu Yunxi didn't dare to say anything.
Not long after the old man finished speaking, Pu Bucheng came over with three ministers with elegant faces and long beards.
"Your Majesty Zhang Xianzong!"
"Gao Xunzhi."
"Yang Song!"
"Kowtow to the Supreme Emperor, Your Majesty!"
"So it's the three of them?" Zhu Yunxi thought to himself.
Seeing these three people, Zhu Yunxi knew that the old man had really taken great pains to choose a teacher for Jin.
Zhang Xianzong is now a lecturer in the Hanlin Academy and a minister in the Imperial Academy.
He was the number one scholar in the 21st year of Hongwu. He was born in a poor peasant family and had a reputation as a child prodigy since he was a child. Unlike other clear-minded people who like to talk empty talk, this man is taciturn, does not form cliques with others, and acts steadily.
In fact, this man has been in the heart of the emperor for a long time. Because there are too many children of noble officials in the Imperial College, the academic style is not good. After he took office, he immediately eliminated the abuses, rectified the atmosphere of the Imperial College with an iron fist, and even directly expelled a few disobedient students. go out.
Zhu Yunxi had long planned to entrust him with an important task. Even if the old man did not choose him as a bachelor of Huadian, he would promote him to the title of Minister of Rites.
And he also knew that Zhang Xianzong was also famous in history.
Because he was the first chief envoy to Cochin (Vietnam), and he died in office due to overwork and illness.
This chapter has been completed!