The emperor's grandson likes to farm. This matter is definitely a matter of national importance. How can a good royal heir do the work of a farmer?
You should recite poems, compose poems, calligraphy and painting, only then can you be worthy of royal status!
It would be perfect if we could create a persona of the number one child prodigy, write articles for publicity, and even be praised by the Grand Master.
It's a pity that Zhu Xiongying's baby is destined to grow crooked.
Empress Ma and Zhu Biao agreed to set up a manor for their children, but Zhu Yuanzhang could only do nothing. This matter was actually not difficult.
Just at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, there is a lot of open land... This piece of land is not considered to be the main farmland, so the land price is not expensive. Zhu Ying even bought one at the beginning.
Now, it is reasonable for him to be directly requisitioned by Queen Ma.
Is there anything special that needs to be prepared for the emperor’s grandson?
Queen Ma's words are of no use at all.
The value of a manor lies in its natural simplicity. If too much thought is put into it and too much money is thrown into it, the natural charm will be lost.
Therefore, this manor only has some original thatched houses and bamboo fence gardens.
Around a mountain stream, several vegetable fields were opened, where fruits and vegetables could be grown. The clear springs on the mountain were cool and pleasant.
In fact, from the location arrangement, it can be seen that Queen Ma's taste is indeed superior to that of Lao Zhu.
An inconspicuous mountain stream brings endless coolness.
Wells were dug upstream and small canals were set up to irrigate these dozens of acres of land.
Regardless of whether it is fruits or vegetables, after picking them, wash them with spring water and they will feel cool from the inside out.
On a hot summer day, watermelons and peaches pulled from spring water are definitely a life-saving tool.
In addition, a shed was built on the side near the hut.
Cattle, horses and livestock can all be raised here.
Moreover, the excrement produced can be sent to fertilized fields after being decomposed.
It is definitely a standard ecological agriculture demonstration area.
Empress Ma also personally ordered that stone mills, stone rollers, and spinning wheels be placed in the manor.
I asked Zhang Ximeng again and thought that if there was a mountain stream, I could build a small waterwheel to collect water for irrigation. With the waterwheel, I would build a windmill at the wind outlet. With the windmill, I could grind rice and thresh it...
In this way, with the continuous additions of several people, this small manor is full of fun.
Even Xia Zhifeng came up with an idea and built several swings using tall poplar trees. He also built a small astronomical telescope on a sunny hillside so that he could come and watch the stars at night.
After all this hard work, not to mention the children, even the adults wanted to come over and relax!
So when the manor was officially completed, Zhu Xiongying rushed into the manor with three small peacocks like chickens behind him.
All of a sudden, the little guy went crazy.
He was running on the cobblestone road with his short legs.
After running a few steps, the little guy fell heavily to the ground.
Both Zhu Biao and Queen Ma were startled and ran forward quickly, but before they could pick up the little guy, Zhu Xiongying got up from the ground, clapped his hands, smiled and ran forward again.
Lao Zhu saw this and suddenly laughed and said: "When we were this old, we already went up trees to dig out bird's nests. Once we fell from the tree. It took a full hour for my eldest brother to find us. That time
I almost lost my life.”
Zhang Ximeng has no doubt that a guy like Lao Zhu must have been through life and death when he was a child. Not to mention how tragic the scene was.
Like Zhu Xiongying, falling down a few times can only be regarded as childish.
"My lord, to be honest, childhood is incomplete without a few somersaults. You don't have to be so careful!"
Lao Zhu rolled his eyelids, that is our good grandson, not yours.
You just stand and talk without back pain.
But Lao Zhu didn't say it in the end, because looking around, neither Queen Ma nor Zhu Biao would stand on his side.
It’s so depressing to be the emperor!
Lao Zhu sighed, and at this moment Zhu Xiongying had already run to the front of the thatched house.
How can a child know what is good or bad? Everything seems new to him.
Especially this kind of thatched house that was completely different from the palace. It was not tall or big, but it looked very cozy. There was a row of swallows' nests under the eaves. Zhu Xiongying was happy when he saw it.
This house is good, he wants to live here!
Lao Zhu was so angry that he was speechless. Your imperial grandfather tried his best to let you move into the palace, but you ended up falling in love with thatched hut. You want to piss me off to death!
Obviously, Zhu Xiongying was not the only one who was angry with Zhu Yuanzhang.
When Queen Ma was getting older, when she saw the stone mill in the yard, she became childish and couldn't help but said: "Are there any beans? How about grinding some tofu?"
Zhang Ximeng smiled and said: "Queen, there are beans, but there are not donkeys for grinding. How about next time?"
Queen Ma laughed when she heard this, "Mr. Zhang, you still don't do much farm work. The donkey-pulled mill is used for threshing grains. This kind of grinding mill is enough for human power. I'm responsible for adding beans... Chongba, come over and do the work."
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Queen Ma's voice made Lao Zhu blush, "The children are here, what are you yelling about?"
Empress Ma hummed: "Why don't you like to hear it? It's right here. If I go back to the palace, I won't bother to call you! Stop talking nonsense and come over quickly. Let's have tofu for lunch."
Lao Zhu had no idea at all, so he had no choice but to obediently come over and occupy the donkey's position.
This is called reducing one thing to another, brine and tofu.
Zhang Ximeng was in a good mood and said, "Your Highness, there is no room for dinner because of the tofu. Let's find something else to eat."
Zhu Biao readily agreed, followed by Zhang Chengtian.
After the little fat boy received the book list, he really had to study hard.
Is it that easy to be at the top of the food chain?
Who is in the current situation?
Song Lian!
He is recognized as the first person in literary talent!
Assisted Zhang Ximeng in revising historical records and formulating the laws and regulations of the Ming Dynasty. He studied hard throughout his life and never let go of the books.
Even so, is Song Lian really the one who can call the wind and rain?
What a joke, when will it be his turn to have the final say in the Ming Dynasty?
Song Lian worked hard and couldn't rest for a moment. He worked hard and was very miserable.
The old man only looked forward to turning seventy as soon as possible so that he could return to his hometown to take care of himself until the end of his life. Otherwise, Song Lian was worried that he would die in office.
There is such a person who can serve as a warning to others. If you don’t have good knowledge, good character, and insufficient skill, how can you become a great devil?
In fact, strictly speaking, Zhang Ximeng is still the only one who truly has a high rank.
If Lao Zhu continues to hold power and the prince supervises the country, Zhang Ximeng is qualified to become the great devil of the Ming Dynasty.
In other words... the goal I set is actually to catch up with my father?
Zhang Chengtian finally figured it out, and he almost wanted to die.
He thought it was a shortcut that would allow him to enjoy the power and do whatever he wanted without having to endure hardship... Only now did he realize that he had chosen the most difficult path.
Not only must you study well and have good literary talent, but you must also be proficient in all three teachings and nine streams, be mentally alert, and know everything.
You may not know it, but you can't help but know it.
The emperor, the chief minister, and the people below may ask you anything. If you don't understand, you have no knowledge.
If you are not knowledgeable, you will be deceived and deceived.
Once an uncontrollable mistake occurs, misfortune will follow.
So, is there any good thing in this world that can be taken advantage of without any effort?
Zhang Chengtian seems to understand that the eldest brother seems to have chosen a difficult road, but this road is the easiest. He has chosen a seemingly easy road, but he has to pay the highest price...
My fate!
The little fat man had no other choice but to bleed from his heart.
So Zhang Ximeng and Zhu Biao wandered around looking for something to eat, but Zhang Chengtian had to hold the pamphlet, keep reciting it, and keep stuffing spiritual food into his head.
Only he himself knows how it tastes.
Zhang Ximeng and Zhu Biao went around and found only two big pumpkins. Zhang Ximeng got a pot of green onions at the edge of the field, and the two of them returned home with a full load.
"Sir, let's just eat this, right?"
Zhang Ximeng smiled: "Why, His Highness doesn't like it?"
Zhu Biao shook his head quickly, "No, I'm just a little worried about the emperor and the queen. They may not be able to eat it. There is also the emperor, do you need to get something more delicate?"
Zhang Ximeng lowered his head with a smile, took out a few bird eggs from his arms, and shook them at Zhu Biao, "I picked them up when I was walking. Don't worry, I will cook today!"
Fortunately, there was no animal protection law in the Ming Dynasty, otherwise Master Zhang would have had to go to prison and spend some time in prison.
The two of them returned to the kitchen, and Zhang Ximeng got busy.
Only then did Zhu Biao realize that Master Zhang was a man who knew how to work in the kitchen. Looking at his knife skills, he must have had some practice.
Process the pumpkin, cut it into small pieces, add the washed rice, add enough water, then cut a piece of bacon into thin slices and place it on the rice.
Then it was time to cook over a high fire. Zhang Ximeng asked Zhu Biao to pick onions aside. When the heat came out of the pot, he took a bowl, put it on the lid of the pot, and then put a few bird eggs in.
By the time the rice is cooked, the heat will be enough to steam the eggs.
Zhu Biao watched silently and learned some skills.
At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang also came in and shouted: "How is it? Can we have dinner?"
"Yes!" Zhang Ximeng replied simply: "Lord, how are you doing with the tofu over there?"
"It's been done a long time ago!"
Zhu Yuanzhang said, picked up Zhang Ximeng and went outside. A pot of soy milk, a pot of tofu, and Queen Ma also got some chopped green onions. They were all white and white, and she felt appetizing just by looking at them.
Zhang Ximeng clapped his hands and laughed, "We are not bad here either!"
Sure enough, each person got a bowl of rice, a few slices of shiny bacon, and yellow pumpkin in the rice.
The color of Queen Ma's side is pure white, while the color of Zhang Ximeng's side is yellow and tinged with red. When put together, they are actually colorful and have a sense of wonder and beauty.
By this time, even Zhu Biao did not dare to say that he had lost his appetite.
What are you still doing? Eat!
There was no delicacy, and no need to spend a few dollars. The most powerful people in the Ming Dynasty sat in the farmyard, blowing the mountain breeze, and stuffed their stomachs with simple meals.
Zhu Biao had eaten three large bowls. He couldn't even remember the last time he felt so full.
As for Lao Zhu, he ate five large bowls of rice, and he destroyed half of the green onions alone... That's not all. Halfway through eating, he suddenly stood up, turned around and entered the kitchen. When Lao Zhu came out again, he actually had something in his hand.
Holding a large piece of rice cake, he smiled happily.
"Mr. Zhang, I almost let you fool me again! This rice dumpling smells like bacon, and I won't change it for a piece of shark fin!"
Zhang Ximeng couldn't help but laugh, "It's just the shark's fin, so don't change it!"
"It doesn't matter who doesn't change!"
Lao Zhu sat down, broke off a piece, and handed it to Zhu Xiongying, "Can you still eat it?"
The little guy nodded quickly and took it, even though he had already eaten twice as much food as usual...
(End of chapter)
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