The ministers begged me to ascend the throne

Isn't this killing his life?
Zhao Yao said "no way" to Mr. Meng, and hurriedly returned the gift.

The emperor was very cunning, and after Mr. Meng finished saluting to Zhao Yao, he walked over to help Mr. Meng.

"Old Meng, Xiao Shi can't bear such a big gift from you to Xiao Shi."

Sun Kui, who was standing in the corner as the background board, heard what the prince said, and complained in his heart: Your majesty, why don't you stop old Meng before he salutes the Tenth Highness?You didn't say this until the old man finished his salute, isn't it too late?

Zhao Yao nodded again and again to echo the emperor's words: "I can't bear it." After speaking, he returned a salute to Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng quickly helped Zhao Yao up, and said lovingly, "Your Majesty Tenth, please get up quickly."

Zhao Yao stood up straight and smiled obediently at Mr. Meng.

The emperor deliberately pretended to be ignorant and asked Mr. Meng: "Meng Lao, why did you give such a big gift?"

"Returning to the emperor, Caomin is grateful to His Royal Highness for making printing for the world's scholars, and for making the quyuanli for the world's people." Back then, when the printing technology came out, Mr. Meng wrote several articles and several poems to praise the printing technology.

A few years ago, Zhao Yao made Quyuanli again, which shocked Mr. Meng again.Although his old man is a great Confucian, he often farms the land on weekdays.He is not the kind of person who does not stick to the sun, nor is he the kind of person who thinks that reading is noble and cannot go down to earth.On the contrary, he likes farming very much, and the food and vegetables he eats are all grown by himself.

It is because he knows the hard work and difficulty of farming that the old man has always reminded and warned the world to cherish food.He often writes articles or poems about farming, food, and vegetables.

His old man also wrote a book about farm work.He also advised students not to just focus on studying, and not to think that scholars are superior to others, let alone look down on the people who are working hard on the land.He often suggested that students go to the fields to see more, and it is best to experience the difficulty of farming for themselves, so that they can know how to benefit the people when they enter official careers in the future.

Mr. Meng is a very simple person, he doesn't deal with those bells and whistles, and he doesn't look like some people who are trying to catch fame.He thinks there is nothing wrong with scholars wanting to be officials, and he doesn't think it is bad for scholars to have fame and fortune.He even doesn't think that scholars who are scholars are of noble character, nobler than those who study and become officials.In his opinion, no matter what the purpose of reading is, as long as it can save or help the world, or benefit the people, it is a good thing.

He often said to his friends or his students that he is not a great Confucian, nor is he more powerful or noble than others, on the contrary, he is not as good as those who really do things for the people.

He also often mocked himself, saying that he had studied knowledge all his life, but he had never done a good thing for the people.Back then, when he returned to the mountains, he was actually escaping.He felt that he was a cowardly and shameful person, not worthy of being a great Confucian admired by everyone.

When the first emperor canonized him as a great Confucian, he refused. He thought he was not qualified, and until now he feels that he is not worthy of being a great Confucian.

During these years of retiring to the mountains and forests, besides studying academics, Mr. Meng also specialized in farming.Since he cultivated the land himself, he knew all kinds of difficulties in farming, and he always wanted to solve the problems of farming, but he couldn't.

In the past few years, Mr. Meng visited many old farmers with rich experience in farming.Veteran farmers know when is the best time to sow seeds, when to plant rice seedlings, how to prevent pests and many other things, but they don’t know how to solve the problem of arable land, and how to increase grain production...

Mr. Meng lived in seclusion in a remote mountain in the south of the Yangtze River. The Quyuan plow made by Zhao Yao is most suitable for plowing the fields in the south of the Yangtze River.It made plowing a little easier and a little easier.

In order to increase food production, apart from good seedlings, fertilization, and irrigation, the most important thing is to plow the land well.If the land is poorly cultivated, no matter how good the seedlings are, there is sufficient fertilizer, and sufficient rain cannot increase the grain.

Cultivated land is the most basic, most difficult, and most important part of growing food.The appearance of Quyuanli really solved the problem of difficult land cultivation.

The grain in the south of the Yangtze River was originally more than that in other places, but the appearance of Quyuanli doubled the grain in the south of the Yangtze River several times.

In recent years, the granaries in Jiangnan have been filled with grain.Not only that, the people's homes are also full of food.With surplus food at home, the people feel at ease, and they no longer have to worry about being hungry.After experiencing the riots of the previous dynasty, there was no food to eat, they were reduced to eating dirt, and even eating people. The people never want to experience it again.

Because of the appearance of Qu Yuanli, the common people are grateful to Zhao Yao.Many common people refer to His Highness Zhao Yao as the "reborn parent".Among the people, in the hearts of the common people, Zhao Yao, the "unfavored" Tenth Highness, has a very high reputation.

A few years ago, because Marquis Xuan Ping and others boasted about Dai Wang's military exploits everywhere, Dai Wang had a high reputation among the people, and the crown prince was far inferior to him.However, in the past few years, what the people are grateful for is no longer the heroic acting king, but Zhao Yao.

For the common people, nothing is more important than food.The Tenth Highness made them more food, and the Tenth Highness was their great benefactor.

Mr. Meng, who has always cared about people's livelihood, is naturally very grateful to Zhao Yao.The old man chose the capital as his first stop when he went out to give lectures. On the one hand, it was because the capital was at the foot of the emperor, and the most outstanding scholars in the entire Zhou Dynasty were in the capital.On the other hand, he wanted to meet the ten princes who made printing and Quyuanli.

Before coming to the capital, Mr. Meng deliberately inquired about the Tenth Prince and knew that he was an unfavored prince.I also learned that because his maternal ancestral family had no power, there were no ministers in the court to see him.

Mr. Meng thought that he had the false name of a great Confucian, if he came to the capital to meet the Tenth Prince, he would be able to help the Tenth Prince to some extent.However, when he saw Zhao Yao, he suddenly understood why the young Tenth Prince could make so many good things that benefit the country and the people.He also found that His Highness the Tenth Prince was not as unfavored as in the legend, on the contrary, the Emperor loved His Highness the Tenth Prince very much.

The emperor looked at the tenth prince with eyes full of doting and love, which cannot be faked.It seems that the rumors cannot be true.

Mr. Meng asked very politely how Zhao Yao made printing, new paper, Quyuanli and other things.

Zhao Yao said that these things suddenly popped up in his mind, and then he made them.It's not a lie for him to say that, because it was originally something in his mind.

Here, old Mr. Meng is talking happily with Zhao Yao.Over there, Li Pushe received an article sent by the prince.

The emperor was in Taixue, and the prince dared not come over, so he had to send his written articles and poems first.The prince still hopes to meet Mr. Meng.Even if Mr. Meng doesn't accept him as a student, as long as he can meet and chat with Mr. Meng, he will be satisfied.

In the East Palace, the prince was supposed to be dealing with political affairs, but now he doesn't have the slightest intention to read these memorials.

The Eighth Prince was sitting at another table, also reading the memorial.He suddenly heard the prince's sigh, looked up and asked with concern: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The prince felt a little uneasy: "Eighth brother, do you think the articles and poems I wrote can really be favored by Mr. Meng?"

"Brother has been restless because he is worried about this?" The eighth prince has long seen that the prince has been distracted.

The prince admitted and nodded: "Yes."

"Brother, do you want to see Mr. Meng so much?"

The prince gave him an indecent look when he heard that the eighth prince's tone was full of jokes.

"Both public and private, I want to see Mr. Meng." He said with a long sigh, and then his face became serious, "Eighth brother, this is the best opportunity, do you understand?"

The eighth prince understood the meaning of the prince's last words.He nodded and said, "Brother, Mr. Meng is going to stay in the capital for a while. I believe Mr. Meng will be willing to see you seeing your sincerity."

"You're right. During the time that Mr. Meng is staying in the capital, I want Mr. Meng to see my sincerity." The prince said seriously, "I want him to know that I want to see him not only for power, but also for learning. I am also serious about learning. I have many questions that I would like to ask him for advice."

"Brother, I believe Elder Meng will be moved by your sincerity."

The prince smiled and said, "I think so too." After talking to the eighth prince, the prince suddenly gained confidence, and the brows that were still frowning just now relaxed.

"Brother, no matter what, Mr. Meng will definitely not meet the Dai Wang."

The prince pointed to the eighth prince, scolded him with a smile: "Eighth brother, you are really getting narrower."

The Eighth Prince said innocently: "I'm telling the truth."

"If I can't see Mr. Meng, the Dai Wang will not even want to see Mr. Meng." The crown prince said, his expression became serious, "That's why I really want to see Mr. Meng." As long as he meets Mr. Meng, the Dai Wang will not be his opponent if he does not see Mr. Meng.

"Brother, Meng Lao will definitely see you, don't worry too much."

"Eighth brother, you said that Mr. Meng wanted to see the tenth brother because of the things that the tenth brother made. Why do you say that Mr. Meng cares about the things that the tenth brother made?" The prince still can't figure it out, and he can't understand it.

Hearing the prince's question, the eighth prince's eyes flashed a cold look, but his face was still gentle.

"Brother, you forgot that Mr. Meng is very concerned about farming. He has written many books on farming."

"That's right, after Meng Lao returned to the mountains and forests, he went to the fields to grow vegetables and grain by himself." Hearing what the eighth prince said, the prince remembered that there was such a thing.

"Old Meng once wrote a book on how to farm. He started writing from farming, and lamented in the book that farming is not easy."

The crown prince shook his head and said, "I haven't read it." He has never read any books or articles on farming written by Mr. Meng.

"Brother, look at it, and you will know why Meng Lao wants to see the tenth brother." The eighth prince said again, "Compared to a great Confucian, Meng Lao prefers to be called [Old Farmer]."

"About this, I don't understand." The prince said with a slight frown. "Meng Lao is not a farmer, but a great Confucian. I don't understand why he cares so much about farming. He should care about learning."

"Brother, do you think the world is dominated by scholars?"

"Yes, I don't agree with Grandpa Huang's statement that the world belongs to the common people."

The eighth prince thought to himself: If the emperor knows what you think, I'm afraid he will abolish you as a prince.

"A scholar is a scholar, and a farmer is a farmer." The prince said with a serious face, "A scholar cannot be a farmer, and a farmer cannot be a scholar."

"Brother, do you think scholars should not work in the fields and farmers should not study?"

"Each one does his job."

The eighth prince heard the words, and the moment he lowered his head, his eyes were very cold.

"Eighth brother, don't you think so?"

The moment the Eighth Prince raised his head, his expression was as usual, with warmth in his eyes.

"Brother said yes."

Seeing that the eighth prince agrees with him, the prince smiled with satisfaction.

"Mr. Meng is..." As a junior, he couldn't say anything about Mr. Meng, so he didn't go on.When he saw Mr. Meng, he gently reminded Mr. Meng not to pay too much attention to farming.

The Eighth Prince didn't speak, but sneered in his heart.

"The tenth brother is still a child, and he doesn't like to study on weekdays. When he sees Mr. Meng, he is afraid that he won't be able to talk to Mr. Meng properly, and maybe he will make Mr. Meng unhappy." Mr. Meng should see him.

"Brother, the emperor is here, everything will be fine."

"Father, he..." The prince wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to say it. "Forget it." He sat back at the table and continued to read the memorial.

The eighth prince saw that the prince did not speak any more, nor did he open his mouth again, he lowered his head and pretended to continue to deal with the matter.

As a prince, but you say such a thing, no wonder your father is getting more and more dissatisfied with you.

In the past few years, the prince has become more and more stupid, so stupid that the eighth prince can hardly control himself.

After reading the memorial for a while, the prince glanced at the hourglass on the table again, and found that it was almost noon.He called out to the door: "Lu Cong."

Lu Cong heard His Royal Highness calling him, and hurried in: "Your Highness."

The prince asked: "Father, have they come back?"

Lu Cong replied respectfully, "Not yet."

"Haven't you come back yet?" The crown prince was startled, "It's almost noon, father and the others haven't come back yet?"

"No."

The prince waved to Lu Cong, and Lu Cong retreated obediently.

The Eighth Prince smiled and said: "It seems that Father and Elder Meng had a very happy conversation."

"I don't know what the father talked about with Meng Lao?" The prince was curious, he wanted to know if the father had talked about him or the king with Meng Lao.Did Mr. Meng talk about Confucianism with his father?

The Eighth Prince shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"I don't know if Li Pushe sent my articles and poems to Mr. Meng."

"Brother, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."

This time, Mr. Meng came to the capital to give lectures, which made the prince very concerned and anxious.

The prince said in a joking tone: "Let's eat tofu later."

"Brother, you..." The Eighth Prince smiled helplessly.

In Taixue, the emperor chatted with Mr. Meng while playing chess with Mr. Meng.The two talked about people's livelihood from poetry and songs.

When talking about people's livelihood, the two agreed on many things, so they chatted a few more words, and they chatted till noon.When the emperor saw that it was time for lunch, he stayed to have lunch with Mr. Meng.

When the emperor and Mr. Meng were playing chess and chatting, Zhao Yao did not leave, but sat beside them and watched them play chess.However, just looking at it, I fell asleep lying on the side.He pretended to be asleep at first, but he did not expect to fall asleep later.

Zhao Yao was woken up by the emperor pinching his face, the emperor laughed and scolded him a few words, he was irrelevant.

During lunch, the emperor and Mr. Meng were still talking about people's livelihood, while Zhao Yao sat aside and ate obediently.

After lunch, the emperor took Zhao Yao back to the palace.

Except when Mr. Meng talked to Zhao Yao at the first meeting, the old man didn't talk to Zhao Yao after that.Of course, it didn't happen that Mr. Meng wanted to accept Zhao Yao as a student as Tong Xi had guessed.

On the carriage back to the palace, the emperor looked at Zhao Yao and asked, "You brat, do you want to be Mr. Meng's disciple?"

Zhao Yao said without thinking, "I don't want to."

Although he had already guessed that the youngest son would say that, but seeing that he said no hesitation without any hesitation, the emperor still raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you want to?"

"I don't like reading." The reason Zhao Yao gave was very simple and rude.

"Do you know how many people want to be Lao Meng's disciple?"

Zhao Yao squinted at the emperor, and said in a nonchalant tone, "I don't want to have anything to do with me."

"You should know the benefits of being an old disciple of Meng."

"I know, but I still don't want to." Although the father and son didn't pierce the layer of paper, they spoke much more directly. "Father, you don't want me to be Mr. Meng's disciple, do you?"

"I didn't ask you to do it, but Meng Laoyou wanted to accept you as a disciple."

"I don't believe it, I didn't see his old man's idea of ​​accepting me as a disciple." Zhao Yao said, "And he didn't tell me." Could it be that Mr. Meng told his father when he fell asleep before?

The emperor asked: "If Mr. Meng told you personally that he wanted to accept you as a disciple, what would you do?"

"Thank you for his kindness, but I don't want to be his disciple."

The emperor reached out and knocked on Zhao Yao's little head, and scolded with a smile: "I knew you were a worthless brat."

"I'm worthless." Being Mr. Meng's disciple, isn't it just finding work for yourself?

"Brat." The emperor rubbed Zhao Yao's face angrily.

Zhao Yao stretched out his hand and fought back.The father and son were in the carriage, you pinched my face, I pinched your nose, and they played for a while before stopping.

Lying on the emperor's lap, Zhao Yao said with a flushed face, "Father, a twisted melon is not sweet. Don't force me to be Mr. Meng's disciple."

The emperor pinched the little face of his youngest son again, and said helplessly and dotingly: "Can I force you?"

Hearing what the emperor said, Zhao Yao knew in his heart that the emperor would not force him.

"I'm sleepy, I need to sleep for a while." Zhao Yao buried his face in the emperor's stomach.

The emperor patted Zhao Yao's back lightly, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Zhao Yao hugged the hand around the emperor's waist, unconsciously straining.He rubbed the emperor's stomach coquettishly, then closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully.

The emperor looked down and saw that his youngest son had fallen asleep, he was slightly surprised, and cursed in a low voice: "Is this kid a pig? He sleeps as soon as he says he wants to sleep." He cursed like this, but changed his position so that Zhao Yao could sleep in his arms more comfortably.

After the emperor left, Li Pushe hurriedly brought the articles and poems sent by the prince to Mr. Meng.

Mr. Meng didn't look at it in a hurry, but put it aside first.

The prince has been waiting for Mr. Meng's reaction after reading his articles and poems.He originally thought that Mr. Meng would see him immediately after seeing it, but he waited until tomorrow, but he didn't wait until Mr. Meng saw him.

Zhao Yao: Never be a student of Mr. Meng,

Prince: I will!I do!I am willing to do it!
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