Daming: I asked you to supervise the country, Daming is all crazy?

Chapter 87 Zhu Zhanji: Grandpa was a farmer back then! ! !
Prince's Mansion,
When Zhu Zhanji came back, it was getting late, and he found that his mother was arranging clothes for his silly father, and he looked like his silly father was going out.

Mrs. Zhang should be telling something, but the two were chatting and laughing, and then they found Zhu Zhanji who was poking around outside the door. Mrs. Zhang's eyes lit up, and she quickly shouted: "Son, you're back, come here!"

"Hey!"

Hearing his old mother shouting, Zhu Zhanji quickly agreed and walked out, then greeted the two with a smile, glanced at the silly father, and asked Zhang in a low voice:

"Mother, it's so late? Is Dad going out?"

While smoothing out some of the wrinkles on Zhu Gaochi's clothes, Mrs. Zhang looked at her son and said, "I heard that someone held some kind of cultural event for your father. Today is the first day. It's not rare that the weather is good today. We should go back tonight When there is a moon, I invited a few great scholars from Huaixi, isn’t this just about to go!”

"If you ask me, your father just can't stay idle. His health has just improved, and he doesn't stay at home properly. He insists on going to some literary meeting. It's cold. Isn't this nothing to blame for?"

She complained a little, her husband had managed to settle down for a few days, and he was about to go out to participate in some kind of cultural meeting, and it was estimated that he would not stop in the future.

After all, for a literary conference organized by the prince, someone will definitely take the opportunity to contact the prince, and naturally there will be more human contacts.

In addition, some three-headed and two-way meetings, and they come and go in the wine all day long.

It is natural for Mrs. Zhang to worry about Zhu Gaochi's health.

Zhu Zhanji subconsciously glanced at the silly father when he heard the words, and immediately thought of what his silly father said a few days ago that he would hold a literary conference.

It's just that after so many days, Zhu Zhanji has forgotten about it.

After his old mother mentioned it, Zhu Zhanji remembered such a thing.

"Cough cough..."

Seeing that Zhu Zhanji was in a daze, Zhu Gaochi coughed immediately, which was obviously to remind Zhu Zhanji that he didn't show his mouth.

He didn't say anything about Zhu Zhanji giving money to hold a literary conference.

Then he rolled his mouth at Zhu Zhanji, signaling Zhu Zhanji to comfort Zhang quickly.

When the code was matched, Zhu Zhanji smiled and persuaded Zhang:

"Mother, Dad has been staying at home these days, and I think he's quite bored, and it's good to let him go out for a walk, as long as he drinks less."

"Yes, yes, my son is right, drink less, drink less, I must drink less!"

Hearing Zhu Zhanji's words, Zhu Gaochi quickly stood up and promised with a smile.

Seeing the cooperation between father and son, Mrs. Zhang rolled her eyes and said nothing.

When Zhu Zhanji saw this, he immediately changed his words and said: "By the way, mother, when I came back, I saw some people selling Persian cats outside. It's very beautiful. Do you want it? If you want it, I'll get someone to give it to you." Bring one!"

Persian cats were introduced to China with Persian caravans during the Tang Dynasty.

This kind of long-haired cat is different from the traditional Chinese cats. In terms of appearance alone, it looks more elegant and has a fluffy long hair.

It's just that because there is no concept of pets and breeding, this kind of cat gradually fell to the people. After hundreds of years, it has been different from the original Persian cat.

When Zhu Zhanji came back, he also happened to find someone selling cats, and it was a purebred Persian cat. He didn't pay attention at the time. When he saw his old lady, Zhu Zhanji remembered it.

I feel that if my mother doesn't hate cats, it's okay to buy one to pass the time.

When Mrs. Zhang heard what her son said about the Persian cat, she tilted her head and thought about it, and asked, "Are you obedient? If it's too noisy, I don't want it!"

"Well, you should be quite obedient, right?" Zhu Zhanji was not sure, paused for a while and said, "It's okay to be disobedient. If you don't like it then, let Hu Shanxiang take care of you."

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhang nodded and said: "That's fine, but Shanxiang is a cute child, don't bully her, if she doesn't like it, I think you can find a minister and give it to them! "

Zhu Zhanji's eyelids twitched when he heard this, and his old lady would really think of a way.

Send cats to ministers?

This operation is probably no one else.

Listening to the conversation between the two women, Zhu Gaochi also shook his head amusedly.

Seeing Zhu Gaochi's appearance, Mrs. Zhang snorted, "Okay, just make a joke. I think I'll ask my son to buy one for you too, and let it annoy you all day long."

"That won't work!"

Zhu Gaochi shook his head quickly when he heard the words, and then said: "What does it look like for me to raise a cat by myself? I think it's about the same if I raise a dog. When the time comes, I'll make him a bachelor and your cat a general." Yes, what do you think?"

As he spoke, he nodded again, as if he thought it was a good idea, so he turned his head to look at Zhu Zhanji and said, "Son, look at you getting a cat for your mother, and check if there are any dogs by the way. Just buy it back."

Zhu Zhanji: "..."

I don't know how my stupid father will feel if Yang Shiqi and his gang of senior scholars hear it?
He spent most of his life, so he managed to get the title of a bachelor, but his stupid father was lucky, and he was about to give a dog who hadn't even seen his hair a bachelor yet?
But he also knew that what his silly father said was just a joke, to make his old mother happy.

So he nodded immediately and said, "Sure, I'll ask Zhang Mao to inquire for you later, to see if there is anyone selling dogs."

Zhu Gaochi smiled and nodded immediately when he heard his son's words: "Well, tell him, you must have that kind of good-looking and obedient dog!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded, and Mrs. Zhang on the side listened to the father and son talking in a few words and added another member to the family, so she gave her husband another look and said:

"Do all you can to trouble your son!"

Hearing this, Zhu Gaochi said depressedly: "I don't even have the right to let my son get a dog?"

Mrs. Zhang snorted, and said: "Okay, then you can raise it. I'm leaving. After a while, this child Shanxiang will come to me to play cards!"

Zhu Gaochi felt helpless looking at his daughter-in-law who didn't give him face at all in front of his son.

Zhu Zhanji was happy to hear about this, and found it very interesting to see the silly father deflated in front of his old mother every time.

Zhu Gaochi was a little embarrassed. He wanted to coax his wife, but he didn't expect her to coax him, and he was despised by her. He looked at his son and said, "If it's troublesome, don't look for it. I just said it casually." Say, it doesn't matter if you keep this dog or not!"

When Zhu Zhanji heard his silly father's words, he smiled and said: "It's okay, there are many foreigners from the West at the Imperial College. I heard that when these people came to Daming, they brought a lot of weird things and animals. Among them There are many dogs, I will let Zhang Mao have a look to see if there are any good-looking dogs, and then I will get you one."

Zhu Gaochi nodded, but didn't pay attention to the words, and asked after a pause: "Today's Wenhui came to a few great scholars from Huaixi, do you want to go and have a look together?"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Gaochi explained: "Some time ago, you imprisoned Li Shimian in imperial prison. Although there are reasons and evidences, it is inevitable that some people will gossip. In addition, you are going to build the Royal Academy. This time you go to get to know these great Confucian scholars, make friends with them, and in the future, you can let them speak more good words for you in the scholarly community, and you can also help you win the support of some scholars, supervise the country for you, or do other things It's good too!"

Hearing Zhu Gaochi's words, Zhu Zhanji shook his head without thinking.

My stupid father also thinks highly of those Confucian scholars.

But thinking about the past of his stupid father, he also understands that his stupid father is a sequela left by those Confucianists for a long time.

I always think that this country cannot do without these Confucianists, and that governing the world must also rely on Confucianism.

And he himself became Confucian in his actions without knowing it.

From the inside to the outside, there is a Confucian atmosphere.

By the way, facing my grandfather, no matter how frightened or persecuted he was, he always remained respectful and filial.

And for the two younger brothers who harbor evil intentions, they are even more tolerant, even if the two younger brothers are riding on his head, they treat each other with kind words.

In the words of later generations, that is the Virgin of the Virgin!
So Zhu Zhanji was not surprised to hear that his stupid father attached so much importance to these Confucianism.

But his stupid father wanted to spoil these Confucian people, but Zhu Zhanji didn't want to, but he didn't tell his stupid father directly, he just shook his head and said:

"This is a literary meeting initiated by Dad for the newspaper. You should talk to them more about the newspaper. I won't go here. I have some things to deal with later. How can I have time to listen to a group of old men talking about it?" ah?"

Hearing this, Zhu Gaochi snorted, "Just fool your father all day long, Yang Shiqi and the other three have dealt with the affairs of the court for you, and the matter of the newspaper, you go and talk to them about it, it's no better than me more clearly?"

As he said that, Zhu Gaochi sighed again, and said, "Son, I know you think the same as your grandfather and your great-grandfather in your heart. You think that the Confucian people will only talk about it, and your great-grandfather even killed a group of those people back then. Another batch, but what happened in the end? Is it still the same to rely on scholars to rule the world? These people, you should win or you have to win!"

"Grandfather didn't think so!"

When Zhu Zhanji heard that Zhu Gaochi mentioned old Zhutou, he curled his lips and said: "He just regards himself as a farmer, planting batch after batch of crops in the field, and seeing that there are crops in the field, did he follow his mind?" The crops that grew, and then pulled out easily, and planted a new batch of new ones!"

When Zhu Gaochi heard that Zhu Zhanji described Emperor Taizu's governance of the country as farming, he was a little bit dumbfounded.

The old Zhu's family started with a broken bowl. Although they have never shy away from this matter, it is always strange to hear Zhu Zhanji's analogy.

(End of this chapter)