The joy of harvest became less crazy as the old man felt a little tired.

All the collected Hongshu were registered and marked with the quantity. Then officials from the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Revenue took agricultural officials and others to select strong grain seeds among the mountains of Hongshu.

Our nation may have a little latecomer in other aspects, but it has extraordinary talent in how to store grain-improved seeds. When you look at it, you will know which of these soon-to-be-seeded Hongshaos can be cold-resistant, which can grow well, which can be ripe, and which still have flaws.

In a very short time, officials from the Ministry of Industry and Revenue have outlined several plans for how to promote it.

This kind of talent is actually not born. It is the way to make a living learned and accumulated over countless times of hunger in the long river of history.

After chatting with the ministers for more than a day, the old man seemed a little tired and sat next to the simple stove with Liujin in his arms.

The big hand ignored the hotness in the stove pit and directly pulled out a roasted black red potato, then sucked the air conditioner and broke it apart.

Suddenly, a rich sweetness came to my nose, making people salivate.

"Come on, the good grandson opens his mouth!" The old man broke off a piece and sent it to Liujin's mouth, "Blow on, don't get hot!"

Liujin blew hard a few times with his cheeks and his fingers snooped, but after he took it, he didn't eat it, but instead held it to the old man's mouth.

"Old ancestor, do you eat first?"

"Ha!" the old man laughed, "Why?"

Liujin held his chubby little hand, "You are the head of the family and have been busy for another morning, so you should eat first!" As he said that, his hand continued to raise it high and put it into the old man's mouth.

The sweetness of Hongshu blooms in his mouth, but what makes the old man feel most beautiful is his grandson's sensibility and filial piety.

"Look, look, ah!" the old man said to the left and right, "What a young child, who is so filial? Tsk tsk, three years old is over 80, this child will definitely not be wrong in the future. Ha, the elders are orderly, how good it is!"

The old man praised his great-grandson, and the old killers next to him were naturally very interested.

Cao Zhen grinned and said, "The emperor, it's not my minister who wants to flatter me. The old minister is old and has seen countless children. But I haven't seen anyone as smart as the prince. Isn't it mysterious? On the day the prince is born, the old minister also entered the palace."

"Do you still remember that day it was covered with dark clouds and it was about to rain, but what happened? As soon as the prince landed, he made a crack and the sky cleared for thousands of miles!"

The old man was stunned and thought for a while, "Well, don't say it, that's the case!"

Wuding Marquis Guo Ying also said, "Emperor, there are some things that cannot be believed. The ancients said that the saints descended from heaven to the world will inevitably be born with strange phenomena."

"That's the truth. It's like when the prince was born, we were fighting Yingtian. How many people died? There were dead people under the city walls, and there was no place to settle down. Everyone was tired and could not continue to fight. Suddenly, good news came, and the prince was born. As a result, everyone received the letter and the three armies were excited. They defeated the city in three days..."

Cao Zhen was talking about the spitting star flying, and suddenly he felt someone kicked his calf from behind. When he turned around, it was Feng Sheng who glared at him.

Moreover, Feng Sheng's eyes were like saying whether Cao Shazi, could you speak fuckingly.

Therefore, the prince is a taboo for the old man, and everyone rarely mentions the old stories in front of him.

The old man still smiled and looked down at Liujin again, "People are all fate! Biao'er is lucky, let's take a step first." As he said that, he sighed and hugged Liujin tightly, "But God still treats us well. Our grandsons and good grandsons are all good children in all directions!"

"That's it!" Cao Zhen quickly gave a thumbs up, "Your species can be wrong! All the little beasts in my family are with me. They want to fight and fight except for eating, drinking and having fun all day long. They don't do anything serious!"

At this moment, Liujin pulled the old man off his big collar, his eyes clear and transparent, "Old ancestor, grandson wants to eat field mice, so he can eat it!"

Before the old man could speak, Cao Zhen stood up and shouted to the surroundings, "What are you doing when you are standing there? The prince is going to eat field mice, hurry up!"

As he said that, he licked his face and smiled, "Your Majesty, the Hongshao you just admired just now is delicious. I guess it would be absolutely wrong to stew a pot with a field mouse."

"You kill me!" the old man laughed and scolded, "You can think of it."

Cao Zhen laughed and said, "Hongshu stewed with field mice, and kill the tiger after eating it!"

"Gogun!" The old man smiled and waved his hand.

At this time, Zhu Yunxiu also walked from a distance. Seeing this, the old killers around him quickly dispersed.

The old man also handed over the six kilograms to Li Qi, carefully peeling the roasted Hongshao skin and asked, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, "Nothing big is going to happen."

"It's not a big deal yet. The people from the Dali Temple Censorate of the Ministry of Justice were chasing them like dogs. "The old man squinted his eyes, "It looked like he had eaten three pounds of dog shit."

"Several cases have occurred in the local area..."

"Underinary case?" the old man asked.

Zhu Yunxi nodded and smiled, "Nothing can be hidden from you!"

"This is not a trivial matter!" The old man looked serious, "As long as the word "justice" is involved, there is no trivial matter. As the emperor, we cannot let the world eat enough, but at least we must give justice to the world."

"The grandson remembers the teachings of the emperor and has ordered the Ministry of Justice to conduct a public trial of Dali Temple." Zhu Yunxiu also said solemnly, "No one will give justice to the people, and the grandson will not give justice to him."

"Just do it!" the old man said, throwing Hongshu into his mouth, "You are too old, you have a clear idea of ​​doing things. We can't always talk about it. But there is one more thing, let's get your ideas for you first."

"Look at what you said, you will make the decision no matter what!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled.

"A big deal!" The old man scratched his head with his big hand, "Liujin of study!" As he said, he said to Park Bucheng, who was serving behind him, "Call someone here!"

"yes!"

Liujin was the age to study in Wenhua Palace. This child had a little distorted personality and should have been taught by strict teachers.

However, Zhu Yunxiu proposed several people before, but the old man rejected them. Because what he proposed was mostly old ministers of the hard-working people in the court. These people were selected from one in a million as officials and things, but their academic work was a little bit poor.

In fact, Zhu Yunyu valued these things. The crown prince did not take the top scorer in the exam, so why bother to learn the scriptures and lecture notes of the saints? Song Huizong, the Tang Houzhu and others learned well, and Sui Yang also learned well, but what was the end?

The emperor must be pragmatic and aware of the sufferings of the people.

Besides, as the crown prince, Liu Jin needs to learn more about how to use the theories of the saints to consolidate his rule, which is not a poem or song for romantic poetry.

But the old man was arbitrary in this matter, and Zhu Yunxiu didn't dare to talk too much.

After the old man finished speaking, Park Bucheng came over with three civil officials with elegant faces and long beards.

"My minister Zhang Xianzong!"

"Gao Xunzhi."

"Yang Song!"

"Keep the Emperor, Emperor!"

"So it was the three of them?" Zhu Yunhuang said in his heart.

Seeing these three people, Zhu Yunhuang knew that the old man had really put a lot of effort into selecting a teacher for Liujin.

Zhang Xianzong is now a lecturer at the Hanlin Academy and a priest at the Imperial College.

He was the top scholar in Hongwu for 21 years. He was born into a poor peasant family and was known as a child prodigy since childhood. Unlike other Qingliu who likes to talk nonsense. This person is taciturn, does not form cliques with others, and acts steadily.

This person has been in the imperial heart for a long time. Because there are too many noble children of officials in the Imperial College, his academic style is not strong. After he took office, he immediately eliminated the disadvantages and rectified the atmosphere of the Imperial College, and even directly promoted a few disobedient students.

Zhu Yunyu had long thought about entrusting his important tasks. Even if the old man did not choose to be a bachelor of Wenhua Palace, he would be promoted to the Minister of Rites.

And he also knew that Mr. Zhang Xian was also famous in history.
Chapter completed!