Men actually don’t care much whether they are fat or thin, Li Qinzai is an exception. He is already in his twenties, but he always thinks that he is still a handsome young man.
As we all know, the minimum standard for a "handsome boy" is not to be too mellow, especially when he is about to become a father again, and when his second son grows up and can speak, the first thing that comes out of his mouth is "Who is this fat guy?"
It hurts the father’s self-esteem so much.
Li Zhi was the emperor, and Li Qinzai could not refute anything the emperor said, so he had to admit it with a wry smile.
"Yes, I have eaten a lot lately. My wife is pregnant. Sometimes she can't finish the recipes arranged by me. I can't waste food, so I do it for her. Unknowingly, her food intake exceeds the limit.
Already."
Li Zhi thought for a moment and said, "How many months will it take for your wife to give birth?"
Li Qinzai said hurriedly: "About the end of autumn."
Li Zhi smiled and said: "It is a great joy for Jingchu to have a legitimate son. The family must make proper arrangements. The festive occasions that should be arranged should be arranged in advance, so as not to be in a hurry after the birth."
Empress Wu also smiled and said: "Your Majesty, when Jingchu's legitimate son is born, we should give him a generous gift."
Li Zhi nodded: "When Jingchu's legitimate son is born, I will personally hold a three-day garden party for Jingchu in Qujiang Pond. All the prominent dignitaries from Chang'an City will come to celebrate. As for the congratulatory gifts, I will leave them to the Queen."
Li Qinzai hurriedly bowed and thanked him.
After the monarch and his ministers exchanged pleasantries, the courtiers behind him rushed up and greeted Li Qinzai with a smile.
Li Qinzai hurriedly saluted humbly as a junior.
After a round of greetings, Li Ji slowly walked over, stroking his beard.
Li Qinzai was startled and saluted hurriedly: "Grandpa, why did you come in person?"
Li Ji smiled half-heartedly and said, "Today is your day to shine. Can't I come over and join in the grand event?"
Li Qinzai blinked: "It's just a trivial matter. Why do you have to go all the way, grandpa? At your age, you should find a few old ladies in Chang'an City to hug and dance with. It's so far away, and the quality of the old ladies in our village is not high...
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Li Jichen lowered his face and said, "You just said a word and you acted like a bastard, didn't you? If I slap you in front of the king and his ministers, I'm afraid you, the noble county prince, will lose face, right?"
Ganjing Village was originally Zhuangzi under the name of Li Ji. Li Qinzai, a filial grandson, just took over his grandfather's Zhuangzi.
Seeing the old master Li Ji appear, the villagers were extremely surprised and came forward to worship him.
Li Ji nodded frequently and stepped forward to help them up in person. At a very old age, Li Ji could actually clearly tell the name of each farmer, as well as which guard and battalion he was assigned to when he was with the army, and he could even tell which camp he was assigned to.
What military exploits has the person accomplished?
The farmers were so excited that their eyes filled with tears when they saw that their old master had not forgotten them after so many years.
After talking to the farmers, Li Ji took a look at the village and saw that the nearby fields were lush and the crops were growing well. The farmers were also full of energy and looked good.
Li Ji couldn't help but glance at Li Qinzai with relief, and said with a smile: "You have taken good care of Zhuangzi in the past few years. What's valuable is that I can see that you treat the villagers very well, which is good. The master has good intentions and the family business No matter what, we can’t be defeated.”
Li Qinzai grinned resolutely: "That's because you always look at the farmers and they are fatter than your grandchildren. If you don't know, you think they are exploiting me."
Li Ji was already immune to his grandson's bastard words and consciously ignored his words.
Li Zhi, who was standing not far away, waved to Li Qinzai and said with a smile: "Jingchu, it's almost time. Isn't it time to go take a look in the fields?"
Li Qinzai hurriedly accepted the order.
Today, the emperor and his ministers rushed from Chang'an to Ganjingzhuang with such great fanfare because of a very important matter.
The few sweet potato seeds that were obtained with great difficulty and even at the cost of their lives have been carefully cultivated by the old farmers and are now ripe for harvest.
After Li Qinzai's description, Li Zhi had high hopes for Sweet Potato. Today it was finally time to verify whether Li Qinzai's words were true or false. At this moment, Li Zhi felt quite uneasy, but the emperor's majesty and etiquette did not allow him to lose his composure, so he could only pretend to be calm. .
Li Qinzai led the way, followed by Li Zhi and the courtiers, and the group came to the sweet potato planting experimental land where thousands of birds flew over the mountains.
The experimental field had long been cleared by the imperial guards. The monarchs and ministers gathered in a circle in the field, curiously looking at the lush sweet potato leaves growing in the field, whispering to each other and discussing the yield per mu of this new grain.
Li Zhi and Li Qinzai stood side by side in front of the sweet potato. Li Zhi couldn't hide his nervous expression at this moment, his palms were sweating, and he said in an anxious tone: "Jingchu, please don't lie to me. Is this thing really capable of harvesting five thousand catties?"
Li Qinzai said in astonishment: "Your Majesty, don't scare me. I said the yield per mu is five thousand catties. It is absolutely impossible for the plants in front of you to have five thousand catties..."
Li Zhi said hurriedly: "I made a mistake. What I meant is that it really has a harvest of five thousand catties per mu?"
Li Qinzai nodded affirmatively: "I dare not deceive you. The yield of this thing must be five thousand kilograms per mu."
Li Zhi said happily: "Jing Chu never makes false claims. Since you say there is, it must be there."
After speaking, Li Zhi gave a loud order and set up an incense table at the edge of the field. Dozens of Taoist monks sat cross-legged on the ground and kept chanting blessing scriptures. There were also two people wearing strange clothes with camouflage paint on their faces and a mess of grass on their heads. The weirdo came forward, jumping up and down in front of the sweet potato, babbling and singing weird lyrics.
The monarchs and ministers behind also stopped talking and joking at this time, and their expressions became solemn. Li Zhi and Empress Wu took the lead, kneeling down on their knees facing the sweet potato, and bowed devoutly three times.
Li Zhi was still mumbling to himself. Li Qinzai listened closely to a few words and vaguely heard the main idea.
The general idea is that I, as the Son of Heaven, pray to God to give the world a high yield of food, so that my people will not suffer from famine and live in peace from now on. I am willing to give my own son twenty years of bachelorhood in exchange for this promise, and I also ask God to give me this Face and so on.
Li Qinzai couldn't help but stand in awe.
The emperor is worthy of being the emperor, and he is really willing to take risks.
The Chinese people's belief is really very utilitarian. They dare to do business with God and buy and sell by force. After making a wish, they don't care whether God agrees or not. This is true for everyone from the emperor to the common people.
Just like throwing a few copper coins into the merit box in the temple, the Bodhisattva must bless him with wealth and wealth for generations to come, and it is best to make him an emperor in his next life. Otherwise, you are not a real Bodhisattva, but a fraud group in northern Myanmar.
Is this called making a wish? This is called brazenly robbing the gods.
After making his wish, Li Zhi suddenly felt refreshed and ended the practice with a relaxed expression.
Li Qinzai said with a strange expression: "Your Majesty, it's just a few sweet potatoes, so it doesn't need to be so grand, right?"
There were Taoist monks chanting sutras, dancing, and monarchs and ministers kneeling down to pray. Not only was Li Qinzai frightened, but the sweet potato babies in the field were also frightened.
In later generations, this stuff would be considered coarse grains and miscellaneous grains, something that would not be served on a banquet.
If Sweet Potato had a spirit in heaven, he would never have imagined that he could be treated like this, right?
Li Zhi looked up at him and said solemnly: "Why are you still standing? Kneel down quickly and be pious. There is a god of agriculture three feet above your head. If you are not sincere, you will affect the sweet potato production!"
Li Qinzai struggled for a long time, but finally reluctantly knelt down to Fanshu.
I would actually have the day to bow down before a few piles of sweet potatoes. I never imagined that I would live for two lifetimes.