Walking in Shandong, Shandong, which was originally recognized by Hong Chengchou, was extremely desolate and dilapidated.

Under the exploitation of the court, and Kong Youde's chaos, Shandong has reached nine out of ten generations, without people for thousands of miles, with white bones exposed in the wild; the fertile fields are deserted, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles.

But now when he walks on this land.

What I saw was a completely different scene.

The population is dense, the village is striking, and the roads are wide and flat.

No more inch of the field was deserted.

And among those fields, there are many people busy harvesting spring wheat and sowing summer grain.

The young and strong are sweating profusely; the white hair is hanging down, running in the fields, delivering food and water to those working men and strong women.

Wearing a straw hat, he stopped a child holding a can: "Let grandpa see, what is your meal today?"

The child raised the jar with generous hands: "Are grandpa hungry? If grandpa is hungry, then you can eat first."

Hong Chengchou shook his head with a smile: "Grandpa is not hungry, but if grandpa is hungry, what will your parents eat?"

The child answered naively but honestly: "My parents said that whenever we meet beggars and foreigners who pass by here, we will take out food for them to eat. You are a foreigner. So you can eat this meal first."

Then he tilted his head and said sincerely: "We have some more. My grandfather said that although you, the outsider, can't care about the days of your meal, a meal is still OK."

The people are simple and children speak without restraint, but children's language is the most real.

This simple folk custom made Hong Chengchou's nose sore.

"Let me see what kind of meal you want to give me."

After taking the jar handed over by the child, Hong Chengchou saw that the jar was full of sorghum rice.

The child who had freed up his hands took out a few big pancakes from behind.

"Eat it, eat it, don't be hungry."

Hong Chengchou took a look with the old servant, picked up the pancake, and bit it hard.

But tears flowed down involuntarily.

The child tilted his head and looked at him: "Why should grandpa cry? Grandpa must have suffered the grievances of the Qing Dynasty Jiannu. Grandpa should not be afraid. As long as he arrives in Shandong, the Qing Dynasty Jiannu will never dare to bully you again."

Hong Chengchou cried while chewing the pancakes hard.

His mood was so complicated at this time.

An old man walked out of the field and waved to Hong Chengchou: "Guests from afar-"

Hong Chengchou said in shame: "Am I a refugee? My family is in Fujian."

The old man laughed and shook his head: "Hospitality in Shandong is not something to say. In our eyes, as long as the people come, they are guests."

Then he snatched the jar from the child's hand: "When the guests come home, how can they be treated with such food?"

Then he patted the child: "Go back and tell your grandma that our guests are here and take a chicken to entertain."

Hong Chengchou was completely moved: "Old brother, thank you for your kindness, but I am really not a refugee, I have money. And I still have to hurry up."

After some politeness, Hong Chengchou continued to set off.

Walked to the edge of a land where the seeds are being sown.

I saw a gorgeously dressed child squatting on the ground and saying to a young man sweating profusely: "Uncle, why do you do this?"

The young man who was sowing the seeds smiled and replied, "Why don't I do this?"

The child said, "Don't you feel the hard work?"

The young man got sweat on his head: "I feel at ease."

"The salary of the regent you give is 20,000 yuan a year. Isn't it enough for you to eat and drink?"

The young man smiled and said gently to the woman who was sowing seeds, "I have suffered with me."

As a result, the woman gave him a gentler smile: "This is the most down-to-earth life in my life. I would like to live like this with my husband until the end of the world."

The conversation between husband and wife is very literary.

The salary of that prince surprised Hong Chengchou even more.

So he led the donkey and walked over.

"I dare not ask you that you are--"

The young man looked at Hong Chengchou and replied with a smile: "I'm Zhu Wenyan."

Hong Chengchou was shocked and quickly knelt down: "I, pay homage to His Highness King Jing."

Zhu Wenyan quickly helped him and asked puzzledly: "You are—"

"I am ashamed, I am Hong Chengchou."

Zhu Wenyan was shocked and quickly returned: "You are a loyal minister of the Ming Dynasty and a hero of the Han people."

Hong Chengchou was ashamed: "I dare not, I dare not."

Zhu Wenyan pulled the child: "This is King Yong, and he has seen our great hero."

King Xiaoyong was curious and bowed.

"King Jing, as for farming yourself?" Hong Chengchou asked again.

King Jing and King Yong and Hong Chengchou sat under the willow tree in the fields and replied with a smile: "Now, I am extremely ashamed of the sins of my ancestors. All, I don't want the prince's salary and treatment, and have contracted a hundred acres of land. I can finally be a civilian, be able to cultivate the land personally, and contribute the contract fee for this hundred acres of land to Xinming. I feel at ease."

A few old men, who were obviously eunuchs, walked out of the field: "Prince, it's time to have a meal."

Several palace maids in common clothes came over and set off for lunch.

Cans of porridge and pancakes are needed.

Everyone eats it very sweetly.

At this time, the princess said to a palace maid: "Xiaoyan, have you taken a fancy to the young man from the neighboring village? Not bad, do you have a good vision? I'm the decision, three media and six certificates, and marry them."

The Xiaoyan Palace Maid lowered her head shyly: "I don't want to leave the princess."

The princess smiled happily: "Silly girl, we are not the prince's mansion. We should marry if we should. We are sisters. But the dowry is a little shabby, don't blame me."

Xiaoyan lowered her head and cried.

But that is the tears of happiness.

Handing Hong Chengchou a pancake, Zhu Wenyan smiled and said, "The family resources have been left to the people of Dabie Mountains. Now, I can't even afford the dowry of my married sisters. I can only hope that there will be a good harvest this fall. Why, I have to give Xiaoyan a look."

Xiaoyong Wang bit the pancake sweetly and said, "Uncle, I can't spend my salary, and I'll give out Sister Xiaoyan's dowry."

King Jing patted his head: "Silly child, if you want to maintain your prince's decency, it will cost a lot, so let's keep it."

Hong Chengchou asked in confusion: "Can the prince's ceremonial expenses belong to the court?"

King Yong smiled: "The new dynasty and new policies, the prince is just a reputation, and he is given to the three generations. The expenses are all my salary. Therefore, I am planning to contract hundreds of acres of land for farming."

Hong Chengchou was shocked: "What about the decency of the court? The Regent was too much."

As a result, King Jing and King Yong actually looked at Hong Chengchou like a monster.

“Am I wrong?”

King Jing said seriously: "There are ten thousand reasons for the fall of the Ming Dynasty, but how could Lord Hong not know that one of the three major reasons for the fall of the Ming Dynasty is that we princes who have gained nothing for nothing and harmed the country and the people?"

Hong Chengchou fell silent.

"Don't be surprised. The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed. We wake up and the Regent is doing the right thing. We will leave us a chance to buffer." Then he pointed to the figure in the field in the distance: "That is the prince."

Another pointing to the busy person in the land behind him: "That is General Zhu Guo, hahaha, this is what we should do."

Hong Chengchou gave a deep gift silently, then put on a straw hat and rode a donkey: "I should go back and do something for this brand new, full of vitality and hopeful Xinming."
Chapter completed!