The loneliness of the elderly mostly comes from the perception and sigh of life.
No one can escape aging, no matter how heroic he is, there will be a day when he can no longer walk or stand still. Especially the emperor, who holds the supreme power over the world, is particularly afraid of death.
Therefore, in the history of China, most of the emperors who reigned for a long time were virtuous first and then fainted. In the original time and space, the old man was like this for thousands of years. Although he was not fatuous, the emperors who emerged from the iron-blooded world became more and more cruel and swayed at every turn.
Butcher knife.
However, the old man is different now. He is old. He neither pursues the path to immortality nor acts recklessly like other emperors. Instead, he is like an ordinary old man who only hides his sorrow in his heart.
After his children and grandchildren took care of them and flattered them deliberately, the old man felt warm in his heart and returned to his former self.
In this life, because of Zhu Yunxi's existence, the old man's temperament was much more cheerful. There was not so much suspicion, and he was not so cruel.
Unconsciously, late autumn has arrived, and the one-third of an acre of land that the old man has carefully cultivated in the imperial garden is covered with golden waves of wheat. It looks like there will be a good harvest in a few days.
"Mom, I'll let you peck at our food. I'll find a team of guards some other time and shoot them all to death!"
The old man was wearing a straw hat, patched coarse cloth clothes, and his cloth shoes had some of the soles missing. He was angrily chasing birds away in the fields.
Originally, there were several scarecrows erected in the field. But as time passed, the birds realized that the scarecrows were just fake, so they flew over more and more frequently.
"If you eat our food, we will stuff you all into the pit and roast you!"
The old man waved the bamboo pole in his hand and competed with a flock of flying birds.
At the edge of the field, Zhu Yunxi, also dressed in coarse clothes, smiled and said, "Grandpa, you talk about shooting these birds every day, but you don't call anyone to come! Don't be angry, my grandson will ask Li Jinglong to select some sharpshooters from the army.
, or else put up a net and stick these birds!"
"Hey, let's just curse a few times, but we can't really mean it." The old man watched the birds fly away, sat on the field ridge, and took off his shoes to knock the soil on them. Then he used the soles of his shoes to pat away the fallen soil.
Ping said with a smile, "They are life after all, right! Since ancient times, people have cultivated the land, and they fly in the sky. Although they eat some food, they are also companions. When it is windy or rainy, they will
You can also call a few times in advance!”
"Besides, you're such a good bird, why are you using a net to stick it? Isn't that a plan to kill everyone? You've stuck them all, big or small, and there will be bugs next year!"
"Yes, yes, you are right!" Zhu Yunxi smiled and helped the old man up, "You have a sharp tongue and a soft heart!"
"Hehe!" The old man smiled, "It's not a tofu heart, this animal is different from a human being. Everything is born with a purpose, and people can't just follow their temper!"
As he said that, he walked to the table, took a big bowl of warm tea and took a few sips. Looking at the mature wheat fields, his face suddenly became sad again, "Hey, starting from the first year of Hongwu, we and I have been together.
Your grandmother has been cultivating these fields for almost thirty years, and there is not a single lump in the soil. We broke them all with our own hands. Now that we are old, so are the fields. When we die, no one will be able to plant them anymore!"
"Your body and bones are fine, don't keep dying!" Zhu Yunxi helped the old man sit down, "Next year, you will be there to guide your grandson!"
"It's just you!" the old man said with a sidelong glance, "You're as stupid as a donkey and you can still farm? If I teach you, we'll be so angry that we can live a few more years!"
"Then you will guide Liu Jin!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
"Our six pounds is so small, why do you think about letting him do farm work? This work is so tiring! Are you worried about me?" The old man was dissatisfied again, and said with a cross-eyed look, "What's the matter with you?"
Zhu Yunxi was changing the old man's shoes. Hearing this, he took the cloth shoes back half an inch and asked, "What's wrong?"
"How many days have it been? It's only six pounds of a single seedling. We haven't seen you idle, what are you busy with?" The old man's beard was shaking, "Since we had your father, my son has been like a dumpling.
Yes, pot after pot!”
Then he rolled his eyes and said, "How long will it take for you to live? Otherwise, when we die in the future, there will be too few boys kneeling in front of the body, and our face will be dull!"
"Life, life, life!" Zhu Yunxi said loudly, "Don't worry, my grandson will try his best to die tonight, I don't believe it won't come out!"
Things in the world are still so strange. Throughout the ages, many pampered people have not prosperous children. But those poor people who work hard are always accurate.
"Hey, if in a few years there is a naked boy on the edge of the field, sticking out his butt to catch bugs, how beautiful it would be!" The old man said happily, "At that time, we won't plant crops anymore, the fields will be all over.
Plant fruits and melons, and give the eldest grandson a fruit, and the younger grandson a hawthorn, and watch how much they eat, haha!"
The two men were talking about jokes. In the distance, Pu Bucheng came quickly with his three brothers from the Yan family, Zhu Shangbing, the eldest son of King Qin, Zhu Jixi, the crown prince of Jin, Zhu Youdou, the crown prince of Zhou, and others. There were also a group of palace people carrying them around.
Carrying lunch boxes and other items.
Zhu Yunxi followed the advice of Jie Jin and Tie Xuan, and ordered all the sons of the vassal kings to come to the capital to study. In addition to the direct sons, the eldest sons of the concubines also came. For example, Zhou Wang Zhu Youyi, Jin Wang's second son Zhu Jizhen and others.
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From their way forward, it was not difficult to find that there were different factions among the sons of the vassal kings. The sons of the King of Yan and the King of Zhou came together, and the sons of the King of Jin and the King of Qin walked together.
"I'll see you, Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Grand Sun!" The princes came closer and knelt down to salute.
"Everyone, get up. Grandpa Huang said there will be a family dinner today, so don't follow so many rules!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
The old man didn't know where his interest came from today, but he suddenly said that he wanted his grandchildren to have a meal together.
Under the trees on the edge of the field, in the autumn breeze, the palace people have begun to prepare.
"Let's test you!" The old man is not as doting on these emperors and grandchildren as he is on Zhu Yunxi. "How much wheat can one acre of land produce?"
As he said that, the old man looked at the emperors and grandsons and said, "Zhu Youyi, tell me!"
The eldest son of the Zhou Wang family, Zhu Youdou, is considered an honest child, while the second eldest son, Zhu Youyi, is careless. He usually likes to play with the second and third eldest son of the Yan Wang family, and he is also a slut.
"This" Zhu Youxu was stunned for a moment, his lanky face full of embarrassment. He had been pampered since childhood, how could he know how much wheat an acre of land contained, he hesitated and said, "Four to five hundred catties?"
"You don't even blink when you tell lies! How much can your land produce?" The old man yelled angrily, "Thanks for you, you are still the son of King Zhou. Your family's land is in Henan, and the farmers mainly produce wheat.
You don’t even know this?”
"Grandfather, my grandson is guilty!" Zhu Youyi quickly knelt down to plead guilty, horrified.
Zhu Yunxi didn't have a good impression of this boy, and he actually had no less favorable impressions of his father, King Zhou. King Zhou was an outlier among the vassal kings. He always won the favor of the old man with his erudition and benevolence, and he almost made him the King of Wu when he was young.
His fiefdom was Kaifeng, which was the richest place in the Central Plains. He also used the ancient palace of the Song Dynasty as his royal city. His status in the heart of the old man was obvious.
However, it is said that when the prince Zhu Biao was here, he was very kind to his younger brother. Not only Zhu Biao, but also among the old man's sons, the King of Zhou was the only one who was good to the King of Yan.
Zhu Yunxi knew more about this uncle Wang than his mausoleum. In later generations, he saw a documentary about the tomb of King Zhou. The underground palace was dug like an air raid shelter. There was a ring inside, and the underground palace surrounding King Zhou was all cave dwellings.
Generally, the burial pit of the concubines. The youngest among them was fourteen years old.
"Come on, tell me!" The old man pointed at Zhu Gaoxu's head casually.
The latter's eyes suddenly widened. He is a foodie who only knows how to eat.
"Forget it, it's useless to ask you!" The old man glanced at him and said to Zhu Gaochi, "You tell me!"
Zhu Gaochi rolled his eyes and said, "Grandfather, the land can be divided into good farmland and sandy land, and the output per acre cannot be measured uniformly. But taking Peiping as an example, under careful cultivation of the best land, the annual output is
About a load!”
"Yeah!" The old man nodded, "You still remember your roots and are a good boy!"
"However, most of the land in the north harvests once a year. In places such as Henan and Shandong, if the fertile land is carefully cultivated, it can be harvested twice a year. The yield of two-harvest land is generally less than that of one-harvest land!"
"The yield of wheat is small. If it is a land in the south of the Yangtze River, not only will it be harvested twice a year, but the yield of rice and other products will also be larger!" Zhu Gaochi added, "But as the saying goes, the harvest depends on the weather. The annual harvest still depends on the weather.
Will God have good weather? Even if there is a famine in the south of the Yangtze River, the people will not be too panicked. But in the north, if there is a famine, life will be much more difficult!"
"Excellent!" The old man praised, "This is what a prince looks like!"
As he spoke, he squinted his eyes, looked at the emperor's grandsons around him, and said angrily, "Have you all forgotten your roots?"
This chapter has been completed!