Daming: Wanted to be a small landlord, but was forced to ascend the throne

Chapter 111 King Xing's Attitude
Xingwangfu.

"Father, my son has finished writing today's handwriting. I just don't know if there is any improvement, and I want to ask father to be upright."

Standing tremblingly at the door of King Xing's study, Zhu Houcong asked with pleading eyes.

"Come in and let me take a look."

King Xing was drawing a picture of a crane, when he saw his son standing cautiously at the door, he hurriedly put down his pen.

Zhu Houcong took out Du Mu's poem that he had copied and showed it to King Xing.

What I copied and practiced was Du Mu's "Mountain Journey".

One of Zhu Youzhao's favorite poems is a very artistic poem. It seems that this son is just like him:
As far as the Hanshan stone path is slanting, there are people in the depths of Baiyun.

Parking and sitting in love Fenglin night, the frosty leaves are red in February flowers.

"The four cursive strokes of the character '多' should be written separately. One is shrunk, the second is less shrunk, the third is also shrunk, and the fourth is to be sharp. The same is true for other strokes. If you do not pay attention to the layout, the font will appear dull.

"In addition, writing eight characters vertically in each line is easy to appear "channels" horizontally. If the characters are written in different sizes, such "channels" will be avoided. Blocked"

"The inscription needs to be complete, especially when writing Tang poetry and Song Ci, you must clearly explain the author's age and name."

Zhu Youzhao watched for a moment, then guided.

His son has really been wasted these years, because he is in poor health, and his studies are half-baked.

Writing skills are also weak now.

But after all, it is his own son, no matter how bad the child is, it is his own good.

My son can survive the last illness, obediently follow him to read and practice calligraphy, which is considered a big improvement.

"Father, the son didn't understand what the problem was before, but now that the father has seen it, the son is suddenly enlightened, so I'm going to write another one."

Zhu Houcong said hastily.

"No need! You have studied for a long time today. You are still weak. Go back and rest first, and then write tomorrow. Remember to take your medicine on time. I asked Dr. Zhou to prescribe you some medicine to replenish qi and blood. Eat and take medicine, and your body will be healthy in time."

"Father..."

"My lord!"

Yuan Zonggao's voice came to mind outside the door.

"Xiao'er, go and rest, I'll give you some advice tomorrow when I'm free!"

King Xing said directly.

"Yes, Father!"

Zhu Houcong got up, and retreated to the door with the words he wrote.

Li Rang, the little eunuch who waited on him at the door, took the calligraphy and painting in his hand and helped his master to go out.

It turned out that his eunuch Chang Sheng was selected by Princess Xing with the help of Princess Xing. He was the main participant in the last Lantern Festival event and had already been executed by King Xing.

"Yuan Changshi!"

"Sir!"

Yuan Zonggao and Zhu Houcong greeted each other.

"Zong Gao, is there something wrong?"

"My lord, I didn't know that the son was there, so Li Rang went to the hut before and didn't guard the door. I thought there was no one in your room."

Yuan Zonggao explained.

"It's okay, you are waiting for the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, what's the matter?"

"My lord, it's about Mr. Qin."

"Qin Shao?"

King Xing was a little surprised.

He remembered that not long after Wang Gui's message came back, Lu's clues were a little broken.

Naluda took his whole family into the city to do business, saying that he went to the Beijing-Tianjin area of ​​Beidi.

What he was doing was rice grain business, but Lu Da later went to Hebei Province to buy goods, but on the way to buy goods, he accidentally transferred to a cliff and died.

Mrs. Lu took her daughter Lu Shi to live a difficult life and fell ill.

I wanted to go back to Zhanggou Village, Laohekou, Xiangyang, and join my husband's younger brother's family, but I didn't want to be ill, so I passed away in a few days.

Neighbors saw that Lu Shi was pitiful, and said that she was married to a shopkeeper.

After the shopkeeper paid for the burial of Mrs. Lu, he took her daughter Lu Shi and left Beidi.

The shopkeepers traveled from south to north, and the neighbors didn't know where they went.

Wang Gui said that he was inquiring about the identity of the salesman, and it would take some time.

"Yes, it's Young Master Qin, who wrote the invitation and letter."

Yuan Zonggao took it out of his sleeve.

"This kid!"

Zhu Youtang took a few glances and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Li Rang, who is Qin Shao?"

Zhu Houcong asked gloomily.

"My son, I don't know."

Li Rang replied.

Who is that person?

From a distance, Zhu Houcong could see his father's energetic expression from the crack of the door, and heard his talking and laughing.

It's been a long time since he smiled at himself!

"My lord, what's the matter, Mr. Qin?"

Yuan Zonggao asked curiously.

"That kid wants to open a grain and oil store, and he said he wants me to find a signboard for inscriptions!"

Zhu Youzhu laughed.

"he……"

Yuan Zonggao was a little sluggish.

How dare that kid!

There is no one in Anlu Prefecture who dares to ask the prince to write an inscription on the signboard.

He opened a small grain and oil shop, and dared to ask the majestic prince to write the signboard.

What is this called!

"My lord, if you..."

"This kid is quite sensible. I guess he knows that his small shop does not match the identity of this king. He said that this king can write whatever he wants, as long as he doesn't lose his name! Hahahaha! This kid! Hahaha!"

King Xing almost laughed out of tears.

Even though he, Zhu Youzhang, is not as good as a master of famous painters, he is the only son of his mother and concubine, and he has been taught carefully since he was a child. He has been enlightened to practice calligraphy and painting since he was three years old.

When he was in Beijing, his father once said that his calligraphy and painting skills were no worse than those talented scholars in the imperial examination!
If you were born in an ordinary family and took the imperial examination, you might be able to pass the exam.

Because of his father, he had a curious dream of taking the imperial examinations since he was a child. Every time he took the exams, he would secretly watch the scholars.

He once read a storybook, which said that a woman disguised as a man pretended to be a man to participate in the imperial examination.

At that time, he had fantasized about whether he would pretend to be an ordinary person to take the imperial examination.

It's just that he has always been obedient and sensible, and he doesn't want to worry about his mother and concubine, so he can only let go of his thoughts.

Moreover, the imperial examination is strict, and it is not easy to apply for one's own identity, so I can only think about it.

After practicing handwriting for so many years, he, a prince, wants to write inscriptions for a small grain and oil shop. Is there anything more ridiculous than this?

That kid also felt embarrassed, he wanted to secretly use his calligraphy!

Who told him not to practice handwriting well? Even though that kid is good at reading and took two exams on the desk, his handwriting is really quite standard, nothing special, at most it's just neat.

Yuan Zonggao didn't expect this incident to make the prince laugh so heartily!

It's been many years, even when he was young, the prince once smiled so freely, and I haven't seen him show his face for many years.

Yuan Zonggao's eyes were a little moist, it was not easy for his prince these years.

It's better now.

"My lord, you don't really intend to write a signboard for Mr. Qin's grain and oil store, do you? Just his small store..."

Yuan Zonggao hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Write! Why don't you write? It's rare for someone to ask me to write an inscription. It's also a store sign!"

"It's just a small grain and oil store. If it's a bigger store, it's better..."

Yuan Zonggao muttered.

"Zong Gao, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, the seven most important things in life! Qin Shao's words are good, people can't live without them, without them are flowers in water, flowers in wells moon!"

"The name is not bad either. Although this kid's poetry is a mess, he is quite clever. The name of this shop has a deep meaning. If you sell firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea, you can sell all seven of them. It’s called Qibiju, but he only buys five items, and it’s called Wubiju!”

Zhu Youtang said with great interest.

"Which five items does Mr. Qin sell?"

Yuan Zonggao's curiosity was aroused.

"Rice, oil, sauce, vinegar, tea? He said five, but he doesn't sell firewood, so it should be the five. Salt is not his turn to sell! He said that his shop is not very big, and it is inconvenient to sell firewood. , and occupy too much space.”

Zhu Youzhu said.

"It's good to think about it this way. The firewood is really entangled. The prince really appreciates Mr. Qin. Fortunately, he just wants a gift for appearance. If he wants some salt introductions, wouldn't the prince really want to give him some salt from Wang Fu?" ?”

Yuan Zonggao laughed.

"Well, what I like the most about that kid is that he knows how to stop when enough is enough. Even though salt is profitable, there are too many joints in it, and it takes too much energy. Just sell some daily necessities!"

"I remember that Wang Fu was still a young man when he first came into contact with the salt industry. I saw you during the bandit rebellion. His hair was thin and thin. I didn't know that I thought I knew the age of destiny."

King Xing sighed suddenly.

"The dead are like husbands, my lord, Wang Fu was seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was about the same age as Mr. Qin. When the lord met him the year before last, he was already thirty and nine, the father of four children. Can he not live in vicissitudes? Besides, he brought those many ships, managed so many people, and did the salt business, so it's hard work!"

Yuan Zonggao also sighed very much, he was also a young and immature youth back then.

"That's right, if it wasn't for the money that Wang Fu made and we took it back, the city of Anlu Prefecture would have been destroyed long ago, how could it be as stable as it is now!"

"Wang Fu is the prince's man, so naturally he should work for the prince, but no one knows what the prince has done silently for the hundreds of thousands of people in Anlu! The prince is so righteous, and he hides his clumsiness in order to avoid people's envy and jealousy. It's not fair." !"

Yuan Zonggao was furious.

"When it's over, brush off your clothes and hide yourself and your name! Zong Gao, don't mention the past again."

Zhu Youzhao waved his hands.

……

County government.

"What? You said that Qin Shao wants to open a grain and oil store?"

Lu Lianxian jumped up from the chair.

"My lord, be careful, don't fall."

Lu Zhubo persuaded with some helplessness.

(End of this chapter)