After arriving at the manor, Zhu Xiongying completely let himself go. He stuffed everything into his mouth, could eat, run, and bumped into each other without crying. Looking at his grandson, Zhu seemed to have returned to his own childhood. He was really a generation away.
Dear, the more I watch it, the more I like it.
Strange to say, Zhu Xiongying was not in good health due to contracting chickenpox when he was a child. The palace tried its best to take care of the emperor and grandson, fearing both the cold and the heat, and was cautious for fear of making any mistakes.
As a result, over the past few years, every time the seasons changed from spring to autumn, Zhu Xiongying still fell ill from time to time. Sometimes he would be sick for ten days and a half, making him go up and down, cry, and feel gloomy.
Everyone knows that this eldest grandson is very important, but the more he tries to find a way, the less he can do.
There are even rumors in private that Zhu Xiongying does not seem to have a long life and will definitely die young.
Although Zhu Yuanzhang didn't hear these words, he was really worried about his grandson's poor health.
But he never expected that since he got the manor, Zhu Xiongying was running around and jumping around outside, and the little guy's health was much better. Not only was he not sick, but he had also grown a lot taller, heavier, and had more flesh on his body.
This made Zhu Yuanzhang extremely happy. For him, his grandson's health was more important than anything else.
When it comes to his sons, he also hopes that they will study hard and work hard.
If anyone doesn't work hard to make progress, he will suffer the consequences of Lao Zhu's family.
But when he arrived at Zhu Xiongying's place, Lao Zhu was reluctant to take action.
Not only was he reluctant to do it, he often came over to open up wasteland and farm with Zhu Xiongying.
What can a three or four year old child do?
It’s not like Lao Zhu is facing the loess with his back to the sky!
But Zhu Yuanzhang never tired of it. Zhu Xiongying asked what to plant, and Lao Zhu readily agreed.
When necessary, Zhu Yuanzhang also called Zhang Ximeng over and asked the Grand Master to serve as free labor.
Zhang Ximeng was so angry that he gritted his teeth and was helpless.
Your grandparents and grandchildren are playing farmhouse, why are you dragging me along?
However, Zhang Ximeng soon discovered some problems. Zhu Xiongying was not just having fun. He would spend a long time staring at the newly grown seedlings, from beginning to end, without missing any detail.
In contrast, Zhu Yuanzhang did not have this patience. He only cared about the quality of the crops.
Therefore, Zhu Xiongying seemed very happy every time Zhang Ximeng came over. After all, he was the only adult who was willing to observe these things with him.
For example, on this day, Zhu Xiongying stared at two morning glories of different colors in a daze.
After Zhang Ximeng came over, Zhu Xiongying couldn't help but said: "Sir, sir... look, this one is dark in color and this one is light in color. The two flowers are the same except for the color."
Zhang Ximeng looked at it and found that it was indeed the case. He couldn't help but laugh and said: "Yes, your observation is correct. It is indeed very interesting."
"Why is that?" Zhu Xiongying asked curiously.
Zhang Ximeng couldn't help laughing, "I don't know either! Maybe there is something controlling... Are you interested in finding out the answer?"
Zhu Xiongying squatted on the ground, looked at it carefully, and then nodded vigorously, "I will work hard."
From that day on, Zhu Xiongying really took it seriously and began to observe carefully... starting from morning glories, to other flowers and plants, and crops in the fields.
He won't let go of things like kidney beans, broad beans, and peas.
It often takes me half a day just to look at it.
Zhu Yuanzhang felt like crying without tears. He finally stopped farming and managed to survive again. What should he do?
But compared to Lao Zhu's depression, Zhang Ximeng saw Zhu Xiongying's talent.
After chatting with the little guy for a while, he tried to teach Zhu Xiongying how to observe and record.
For example, morning glories can be found in at least three or four colors in a manor.
There are purple ones, pink ones, white ones, dark blue ones...the situations are different, but they all look basically the same.
What is the force that dominates plant flower color?
Zhu Xiongying said: "Sir, could it be that you opened it casually? Just whatever color you want, it's whatever color you want?"
Zhang Ximeng smiled and said: "Maybe, but we still have to be sure."
"How to be sure?"
"We collect seeds, write down the flower colors, and plant them in the ground next year. We will know when they bloom again."
Zhu Xiongying listened carefully. The little guy thought about it for a long time. Finally he roughly understood what Zhang Ximeng meant and couldn't help but clapped his hands.
The little guy became very serious and focused. He would call Lao Zhu and search everywhere. He would record the color of the flowers, wait for the seeds to mature, take them out and put them in a bag.
Label it and put it away like a treasure.
The little guy also repeatedly told Zhu Yuanzhang not to lose it and plant it next year. He wanted to know what made the flowers have different colors.
At first, Lao Zhu just thought it was a child's joke and didn't pay attention.
But gradually, Lao Zhu realized the problem.
Because not only are the colors of the flowers different, for example, when planting rice, some rice ears are long and abundant, and some are few and sparse... The water and fertilizer conditions in the same piece of land should be similar, but why are the rice ears so small?
no the same?
Does it mean that if you always choose large ears of rice as seeds, you can grow bigger and bigger ears of rice and produce more rice?
When Zhu Yuanzhang thought of this, he suddenly trembled all over and looked extremely excited. If this was the case, he had found a high-yielding rice seed, which would be an incredible achievement!
Although Zhang Ximeng is more concerned about external development, hoping to occupy more land and produce more food. But external development is so easy!
If there is another way to increase production, that would be a good thing!
Since having this idea, Zhu Yuanzhang has become more active than Zhu Xiongying.
Whenever they had the opportunity, this pair of grandparents would run outside the city, work together, and record the seeds together. The bags of seeds had simply become their treasures.
Two people who are several dozen years apart, Zhu Xiongying can barely express what he means. He speaks softly and cutely, but he and Lao Zhu are actually together, chatting for a long time.
God knows where they came from so many common languages!
Zhang Ximeng, the only one who knew this well, was very happy.
We really need to find something for Lao Zhu. If he can really find the genetic rules and cultivate high-yield rice, I believe that in the history of future generations, not only the name of Hongwu the Great, but also the name of agriculturist will be enough for Lao Zhu to be widely praised by people.
As for Zhu Xiongying, he can not only keep fit and learn some useful knowledge, why not!
Zhang Ximeng is naturally supportive, but in the eyes of some people, His Majesty is not doing his job properly. Not only is he not doing his job properly, but he has also brought the emperor's grandson into trouble.
But Your Majesty cannot make a mistake, that is, there are traitors around you.
But the problem is that beside Lao Zhu is Taishi Zhang.
Could it be that this treacherous minister is Zhang Ximeng?
Although some people think so, they dare not say it out loud.
It's just that someone silently found Zhu Biao and talked to His Highness the Prince about this. You'd better persuade your father to take good care of the children, but don't lose your mind by playing with things...
Faced with this situation, Zhu Biao was helpless.
He didn't even understand what his father and son were up to, so how could he persuade them?
However, Zhu Biao still had the courage to reveal the matter to Zhu Yuanzhang.
When Lao Zhu heard this, he sneered rudely.
"Idiot! Food is the foundation of a country. If this is not a big deal, there is nothing bigger." Lao Zhu said rudely: "We are too lazy to kill people now, and we have no intention of talking nonsense with them. You go tell these people
People, don’t cause trouble for us, or else we’ll chop them down and make them fat here!”
Zhu Biao rolled his eyes and suddenly said: "Father, do you mean that you are busy farming in order to produce more productive rice? It's not that you are playing with things to lose one's ambition!"
"Nonsense! Your father is almost fifty, can he still do this?" Zhu Yuanzhang raised his beard and raised Lao Gao.
Zhu Biao had a wry smile on his face, "Well, there are indeed many emperors and heroes who, when they reached your age, began to make alchemy and meditate, trying to cultivate immortality."
Zhu Yuanzhang was so angry that his eyebrows stood up, "Get out of here!"
Lao Zhu lifted up and gave Zhu Biao a kick. Zhu Biao pissed himself and ran away. However, when he turned around, Zhu Biao came again, and he brought many civil servants with him.
"There is nothing else. Farming and producing food is the foundation of a country...As the emperor, it goes without saying that you should take the lead in setting an example. Important officials in the court cannot fall behind. You three, Lu Xi, Liu Ren, and Gao Wanjie, pick the one
Just let the others weed and weed."
The faces of the three people whose names were called immediately turned dark.
Don't say anything, who will let them talk.
As for the others, they also wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh, for fear of being unlucky.
In this way, more and more high-ranking officials and ministers were brought over. After a busy day's work, their backs and legs ached, and they were covered in stinky sweat. Some of them were not in good health. After returning home, they did not even have the strength to climb into bed.
They have learned a lesson. Most of the time, Zhu Biao is a gentle, courteous and thrifty gentleman.
It's just that the bad taste comes out occasionally, and it's really deceiving.
Zhu Biao just wanted to say that if he didn't absorb any bad water, wouldn't he have learned from Mr. Zhang in vain?
Anyway, scientific breeding work has already begun in the Ming Dynasty, and it is still led by Zhu Yuanzhang and Huang Sun. With these two men taking the lead, it is almost certain that they will be able to make something famous.
It just takes time to see when the results will be harvested.
But for some, time is running out.
For example, Wang Baobao retreated to Mobei!
The bitter cold from the far north is ravaging this man's body... Although Wang Baobao is not yet old, his figure has become stooped and his hair is gray on his temples.
Especially a face with deep ridges and deep wrinkles.
Just like most men on the grassland, after the age of forty, they will inevitably move towards aging, and he has no way to do it.
Moreover, years of fighting left too many hidden diseases in his body.
His legs were deformed, his knees, fingers, and joints were deformed. Every time it rained or snowed, Wang Baobao was in pain that was bone-piercing. It was so much more accurate than the weather forecast.
I was also constantly running around, and my stomach problems were also very serious.
In recent years, foot problems have occurred from time to time.
With all kinds of conditions added to him, Wang Baobao already knew clearly that he would not survive for long.
If he died, Beiyuan would probably disintegrate and disappear.
The only chance to keep Beiyuan is to defeat Ming Dynasty.
As long as there is a victory, it can inspire people. Men on the grassland are not afraid of hardship. As long as they can see hope, they can endure no matter how much hardship there is!
I really want to defeat the Ming Dynasty once in my lifetime, just once!
Perhaps Wang Baobao's prayers moved Changshengtian, and news finally came that three Ming vassal kings, Zhu Yuanzhang's three sons, led their troops and horses, set out from Hetao, and went straight to Helin to kill!
"Okay! The fighter plane is finally here!" Wang Baobao stood up excitedly. Suddenly his toes hurt, and he couldn't help but sit down. Cold sweat left his forehead. Gout was really terrible...