Dajin royal family

Chapter 563 Working in the Field

Seeing the dazed expressions on the faces of the three sons, Jiang Chengxiao couldn't help but sneered, and immediately threw the water bag to Jiang Heng.

"Drink."

Jiang Heng didn't drink water immediately, but gave it to his third brother Jiang Shi first, then Jiang Ke, and finally he drank water.

"Tired?" Jiang Chengxiao asked.

The three little guys nodded repeatedly.

so tired!

"Now I know why your mother doesn't let you waste food."

The three nodded again.

Jiang Chengxiao said with emotion: "At noon on the day of hoeing, sweat drips down the soil, and every piece of Chinese food on the plate is hard work. You must remember that no matter what time it is, you must treat the people kindly. I can have your Jiarou delicacies."

Jiang Heng's small face was deep in thought, Jiang Ke's eyes were blank, and Jiang Shirt stared blankly at the dirt, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yuan Hong and other officials of Sinong Temple listened to the poems of the king, and their eyes lit up. The king has a good literary talent!

Jiang Chengxiao didn't expect a few boys with no hair to understand, this was just a preliminary education, and he would often take them out to plow the fields in the future.

Although they were born in the deep palace, they must not grow up in the hands of women.

At this time, the sun was in the sky, and the people farming around stopped their work one after another, and gathered under the tree in twos and threes to have lunch.

Jiang Chengxiao and his party were all dressed lightly and plainly, and no one could recognize them for a while.

At most, it was just a little strange why there was only one man with three children in the cultivated land, and how other men stood on the ridge and watched.

They found a big tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, and sat down on the ground under the tree.

"Try it, your aunt baked it herself." Jiang Chengxiao took the package from Nan Jiyun, opened the silk cloth, and took out the mustache from inside.

Tired all morning, the three little guys didn't care whether the Hubing was good or not, they just opened their mouths to bite, eating the Hubing beautifully.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Jiang Chengxiao took a bite of the mustache and looked at his three sons.

"It's so fragrant!" Jiang Heng's small mouth kept moving.

"It's so fragrant." Jiang Ke added three words.

Jiang Shirt: "." He was eating and had no time to speak.

After a while, a few peasant men also came over to rest beside them, and the women who delivered the food came over with baskets in their arms.

A few peasant children were running around bouncing around with small pieces of mustache in their mouths.A few boldly walked up to Jiang Heng and the others, looking at new faces they had never seen on this land.

"Which village are you from?" A few children stood in front of them, and one of them was a tall, thin child staring at the mustache in their hands, which exuded a sweet smell.

Jiang Chengxiao didn't speak, just looked at those children with a smile.

The current guards around him, together with the officials of Sinong Temple, are just a few people, they don't seem to be intimidating, and their clothes are also very ordinary, no different from a farmer, so those children are not afraid.

But behind them, there is a fine cavalry of hundreds of people hanging, as long as Nan Jiyun shoots an arrow, it will rush over to escort them in a short while.

At this time Jiang Chengxiao was silent, and Nan Jiyun and the officials of Sinong Temple naturally also could not speak.

Jiang Heng swallowed the mustache and said, "We are"

By the way, which village do they belong to?

But Jiang Heng's little head was spinning quickly, and he asked back, "Which village are you from?"

"We are from Hanba Village." The tall and thin child didn't speak, but a little girl with messy hair beside him spoke.

"Oh." Jiang Heng replied and continued eating the hummus.

Jiang Chengxiao listened to the children talking with a smile on his face.

After a while, Jiang Heng was a little uncomfortable being stared at by the little girl, he frowned and said, "Why are you staring at me?"

Master Yu taught him the principle of not to look at evil, why does this little girl keep staring at him, it's rude!

"You look so beautiful." The little girl said bluntly.

Black lines immediately appeared on Jiang Heng and Jiang Ke's foreheads, and the two of them simultaneously remembered their sister's triumphant look.

Especially Sister Wunan, who would say to them after each etiquette class, "You are so ugly, not as beautiful as me and Sister Changle."

"Disrespectful." Jiang Ke murmured, then gnawed on the mustache.

In fact, it's not surprising that the little girl said that, just after finishing the farm work, Jiang Chengxiao washed the faces of his three sons with water.The favorable living environment since childhood made the faces of the three sons full of collagen, coupled with the excellent genes of Jiang Chengxiao and their mother, the three sons all have fair and cute faces.

Compared with these peasant children, the three of Jiang Heng's looks are simply not too high.

"What gift?" The thin and tall child immediately warned: "Don't talk to brother Zhao, she is my future wife!"

Male creatures are sensitive in front of females, especially the three brothers Jiang Heng are prettier than him.

Several officials of Sinong Temple held back their laughter, their cheeks flushed.

Little Zhuzi, you are still panting in front of the prince.A wild girl on the side of the road, why does the prince fall in love with her?

Kid, you have found the wrong opponent.

The little girl who called Zhaodi stomped her feet and said angrily: "Brother Ergou, you are talking nonsense again. My father said that you are not allowed to call me that before Uncle Hammer has collected the betrothal gift!"

Jiang Heng looked at the little girl Zhaodi who suddenly got angry with a dazed expression, he couldn't understand at all.

The officials of Sinong Temple couldn't hold it back anymore, they turned their backs and laughed in a low voice, their shoulders couldn't help shrugging.

It's so funny, I can't hold it back.

Jiang Chengxiao couldn't help but smile, and then felt a little melancholy.

The little girl named Zhaodi looked about seven or eight years old, but she understood everything.

The farmer sitting not far away yelled at their child and called him back.

"Daddy, what does that black boy mean?" Jiang Shirt, who was full of curiosity, looked at Jiang Chengxiao curiously.

Jiang Heng and Jiang Ke also looked over.

The officials of Sinong Temple also wanted to know how the king would reply to the third prince.

"Want to know?" Jiang Chengxiao asked softly.

"Yeah, I want to know." Jiang Shirt nodded his head.

Jiang Chengxiao said: "Then eat well, exercise, and when you are enlightened, the teacher will teach you."

What a joke, how could he drive in front of his son.

After eating, Jiang Chengxiao asked the three little guys to rest on his lap, and he had to go down to the ground later, so what if he didn't have a good rest.

The wind blew through the big tree, and when I looked up, there were people resting after eating under the tree.

Probably tired, the three little ones fell asleep quickly.Jiang Chengxiao reached out to straighten the broken hair on their foreheads. Looking at his son who was connected by blood, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

He really didn't spend much time with them.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the infant child would call him Daddy.

However, he is also very helpless.In order to protect his family and make their lives better, he can only keep urging himself.

Yuan Hong, who was behind him, was also slightly touched when he saw the king who was exuding the feeling of licking the calf. In his impression, he had never seen such a gentle king.

"Master Yuan also has children at home?" Jiang Chengxiao felt his gaze, raised his head and asked softly.

"Yes, the two boys are very naughty." He smiled wryly.

"Children." Jiang Chengxiao smiled.

After a while, he woke up the three little ones.

"Let's go, plow the fields."

This time the three little guys were excited when they didn't come, and their little faces were full of 'unwilling' expressions.

The big black bull was walking in front, and the father and son were behind holding the plow.Although they were very tired, the three little guys didn't want to go back, they all followed Jiang Chengxiao to plow the fields with a grunt.

In the twinkling of an eye, the evening came, and the orange-red sunset connected to the horizon, which at first glance was quite a sight.

Jiang Heng sat on the ridge of the field with tears in his eyes.

When his feet were plowing the field, he stepped on a sharp pebble and cut the soles of his feet. The pain made him cry.

Jiang Ke on the other side was also not feeling well, and his hands were also bruised.Jiang Shirt wasn't injured, but he was too young and couldn't bear it anymore. After plowing, he lay in the field without moving.

"Get up." Jiang Chengxiao pinched his waist and stood in front of his sons.

Jiang Heng looked at his father, then pointed at the soles of his feet pitifully.

Seeing this, Jiang Chengxiao laughed, tore off a small piece of clothes and handed it to him, "I'll teach you, you do it."

"Come on, wash the wound with a water bag first."

"Then."

Yuan Hong looked at Jiang Heng who was bandaging the wound by himself, and then at the king who was guiding him, and couldn't help feeling awe-inspiring.

He has never seen the king teaching children like this.This is completely different from the education method he imagined for the clan's children. After all, the king is still the king.

After a while, Jiang Heng bandaged the wound himself, and put on his shoes obediently.

"Let's go."

Jiang Chengxiao said something, turned around and left.

Jiang Heng stood on tiptoe with his injured foot, and followed behind in a bouncing manner. Jiang Ke and Jiang Shirt silently walked over to support his eldest brother. The three little guys, with small heads squeezing small heads, followed behind Jiang Chengxiao.

The setting sun stretched Jiang Chengxiao's shadow long, enveloping the three sons.The shadows of the three little guys merged together, and then merged with the shadow of their father.

(End of this chapter)