There is an old family, like a treasure.

If you have an old man, you have a backbone.

In the court, there are old ministers like Ling Han who can help him solve many unnecessary troubles.

At yesterday's court meeting, Ling Han didn't say a word and Zhu Yunyu was still a little surprised, thinking that Ling Tietou was unwilling to offend those old ministers who had been in the court for decades.

But I didn't expect to take the initiative to help me share my worries in private.

But thinking about it on the other hand, Ling Tietou's way of doing this is also a kind of protection for these old ministers.

Not far away, the bloody scene became more and more intense, and Yang Jing felt uncomfortable when he saw it. But Zhu Yunxiu didn't say anything, so he couldn't leave.

At this moment, Liujin ran over and said, "Father, the ancestor started to roast, I'm calling you!"

"Are you afraid to watch from the side?" Zhu Yunxiu asked.

This kid was very brave. He watched the old killers move all the way, and he was eager to try and be excited, not like a child of this age at all.

"At first, my son was afraid, but later I remembered your words. Everything is born for human use, and field mice are also planted with meat, so hunting is naturally reasonable!"

"The ancestor also said that it is not easy for ordinary people to eat meat. Children as old as Erchen can already go to the river to catch fish and catch field mice. Erchen is the prince, so he will not have to do this in his life. But Erchen cannot even have the courage to watch. If his son dares to watch something like food, how can he take on the great responsibility in the future?"

Looking at Liujin's tender little face and the crisp childish voice said such words, Zhu Yunxuan felt relieved.

Children cannot become flowers in greenhouses. Especially boys, only if they are more wild can they become men.

However, Zhu Yunxiu did not encourage or appreciate it, but continued to ask, "What you said makes sense, but do you know what a gentleman said far away from the kitchen?"

"My son knows!" Liu Jin thought about it, "It was Meng Sheng's words to King Xuan, saying that those who rule the country should have a kind heart, but..."

"But what, keep talking!" Zhu Yunxi encouraged his eyes.

Liu Jin scratched his head, "But the emperor and his grandson said that it is hypocrisy! True compassion is great compassion, and it is to treat people. This is even more hypocritical, because no matter whether a gentleman or a villain, he must eat meat. If he does not kill, where does the meat come from?"

"The Emperor's ancestor also told his sons that our Zhu family should be emperors and should not be such a pedantic gentleman. A true gentleman should act without avoiding difficulties, avoiding blood and blood. He has the courage of a superman to tolerate ordinary people! He should give up small kindness to gain great kindness and not seek fame!"

"The kitchen matter is even more of the way of heaven. Food in the world is the first, so how can there be a reason to stay away from it. The Emperor Zu also said that men cannot stand blood, but they are soft eggs... Well, the Emperor Zu also said that my sons can't remember it!"

"Good boy!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled and stroked Liujin's head, "Can you understand what the Emperor Zu said?"

Liujin pursed his lips and thought hard, "Some of my sons understand and some don't understand! But I think that as long as I remember these words from the Emperor's ancestor, I will understand one day."

Zhu Yunxi smiled with satisfaction and turned to Yang Jing and said, "Love, are my son good?"

Yang Jing was listening to the answers of the father and son, and the more he listened, the more he became more surprised.

A young child can not only make long-term comments, but also have a good reputation. Even if some words are reposted from the Supreme Emperor, it is really rare.

At that moment, he saluted, "Emperor, Your Highness, the talent of the Crown Prince is a blessing for the Ming Dynasty! I dared to submit a report and decided to teach the Crown Prince. I am not talented, so I recommend myself and I am willing to accompany me to study beside the Crown Prince!"

"I can't decide to find a teacher for him, so I want the old man to make a decision!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled.

At this moment, the old man's loud voice came not far away, "What are you doing? Who else can I invite you to come and eat the field mouse!"

"Here you come!" Zhu Yunxi agreed with a smile.

Just as he was about to wave his hand to ask Yang Jing to retreat, he didn't expect that the old man's voice came from there, "Who is that person next to me? Come and eat it!"

Yang Jing complained when he heard this, but he did not dare to resist the order, so he could only follow Zhu Yunxiu and walk over slowly.

He looked up slightly and saw a few old killers beside the Supreme Emperor looking at him with a grin on his face. Especially Cao Zhen's old man, the knife jumped up and down at his fingertips.

The other old men also looked like they were laughing and laughing and their eyes were full of jokes.

"Are you Yang Jing?" The old man looked at him squintly.

"I bow to the Supreme Emperor!" Yang Jing said with politeness.

"Well, get up!" The old man put a bamboo stick wearing a field mouse on the charcoal fire and turned over and roasted it, ignoring it.

Yang Jing stood there as if he was sitting on pins and needles, and he had no place to put his hands.

Moonlight caught a glimpse of a young official, lowered his head and bent down to clean up the rat skin and internal organs on the ground.

The two of them collided, and the young official smiled politely. Yang Jing only felt that the other party looked familiar. Thinking about it for a moment, it turned out to be Yang Rong, a Jinshi from Fujian.

"He is on the side of the Supreme Emperor?"

Just as I was thinking about it, a big hand next to me pulled him over.

"Stand and wait to eat ready-made ones? Whose master are you?" Cao Zhen cursed with squint eyes, and then the red field mouse kept stuffing into Yang Jing's hand, "Help the string!"

Yang Jing felt that the palm of his hand was sticky and greasy, and a little warm and slippery. When he looked down, he saw that the empty eyes of the field mouse were also filled with bloody smell that poured into his nose. His chest suddenly turned over.

"Put it! Learn!" Cao Zhen took the bamboo stick and inserted it into the anus of the field mouse with a puff, and then penetrated it out of his mouth, "Did you learn it!"

"Uh! Vomit!"

Yang Jing could no longer bear it and ran to the side and bent down to retching.

"While spitting, what about eating and drinking?" Lan Yu cursed, "What kind of virtue is it, the masters can't stand this matter!"

As he said that, he grabbed a few hands from a full pot of clean voles and took the knife.

Bang bang bang, after the knife light flashed, each piece of field meat was the size of one side. Then he looked at Yang Jing with disdain and started chopping it up again.

Yang Jing felt frightened and his hair stood up.

Suddenly, a whistle made him tremble.

Feng Sheng, Duke of Song, who usually walks, stood in front of the stove, threw a handful of onion and ginger into the pot and stir-fryed, and then looked up.

First he smiled, "Your Majesty, please sit down, old minister will show you your skills!" Then he looked at Yang Jing, "Why are you standing there waiting for the New Year to eat dumplings? Go and bring soy sauce and cooking wine!"

Before Yang Jing could speak, Yang Rong had already run away, "Go down!"

Feng Sheng glared at Yang Jing, "Stupid! Where did the energy to impeach us in the court?"

"You old guy!" the old man laughed and scolded, "What's the point of doing with the younger generation!"

"You are talking about it!" Feng Sheng smiled again, "Old minister knows that you like to eat stew, so it must be soft and chewy!"

After saying that, Lan Yu next to him poured a pot of meat into the pot.

Feng Sheng's iron shovel flew up and down, and soon the skin was golden and tempting and fragrant.

Yang Rong took the cooking wine and soy sauce, and Feng Sheng poured half a bottle in it.

The old man moved his nose and licked the soup with his fingers, "Well, the taste is similar, it's not bad! Add water and gulp on the low heat!"

Hum, poured two more scoops of water in and covered the pot.

The baked field mice there were almost the same. The old man sucked the air conditioner in his mouth, pulled off his thighs and handed them to six pounds, "Give it, good grandson, eat!"

Liujin took it, but it was so hot that it couldn't hold it, but it still put it into your mouth and ate it with a wink.

"Is it fragrant?" the old man asked with a smile.

"Smell! Hiss! Hiss!" Liujin was eating while exhaling heat.

The old man bit off the head of the field mouse, chewing the bones, and laughed, "I still remember the year when I besieged He County, there was no food to eat. We caught all the dead rats, and stewed them! But that meat, that rat is all thin with bones!"

"The emperor is wise and powerful. Now the world is better, and all rats are fat!" Cao Zhen said with a smile.

"Haha!" The old man smiled complacently, "Cao Sha Zi is old, but he hears more than before!"

"I'm telling the truth, unlike some scholars who are suffering from plague, who speak against their conscience and even sue this and that all day long!" As he said that, Cao Zhen also glanced at Yang Jing.
Chapter completed!