I'm only seven years old, Lao Zhu, you let me supervise the country?

Chapter 31

After Zhao Mian and Yang Jing left, Zhu Yuanzhang also relieved himself of the emperor's burden.

He hugged Zhu Yunxi and raised him high with both hands.

"Okay! At such a young age, you can have such knowledge. You are worthy of being our grandson, hahaha... Hei'er, you really make us look good!"

Zhu Yunxi was held high by Zhu Yuanzhang, looking at Lao Zhu's face.

The wrinkles on his face seemed to be smiling.

"Grandpa Huang," Zhu Yunxi said coquettishly, "Liu'er is afraid of heights, let him come down quickly."

Old Zhu laughed loudly when he heard this, and said pointedly: "Little man, you can't be afraid of heights, you know? Others can be afraid of heights, but you can't."

Not afraid of heights?

Zhu Yunxi's heart suddenly trembled slightly.

"Grandpa Huang, why can't you be afraid of heights?"

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Don't ask, children, we say you can't be afraid, but you can't be afraid, you know?"

But having said that, Zhu Yuanzhang still let go of Zhu Yunxu.

Zhu Yunxuan was held by Zhu Yuanzhang's hand and sat beside the bed.

"My son, Grandpa Huang asked you, how did you come up with the method in this memorial?"

Zhu Yunxuan tilted his head, looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and said, "Daddy has taught Xier to read since he was a child. He can read all kinds of books. After reading a lot, he thought of it."

It cannot be said that this is the content in the textbooks of later generations.

"That's right!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded happily, "Xiao'er, you have done a great favor to Grandpa Huang."

Zhu Yunxi took the opportunity and said: "This is what Li'er should do. Li'er said that it is Li'er's duty to be a good courtier and share the worries of the emperor's grandfather."

The word courtier is the focus of this passage.

Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback for a moment, then sighed, and said nothing.

He held Zhu Yunxi's hand affectionately, and looked outside the door, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Grandfather, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Yunxi asked.

"It's okay, it's okay." Lao Zhu shook his head, stood up suddenly, took Zhu Yunxi's hand and walked out the door: "Zhen'er, let's go, Grandpa Huang will take you to see something."

Following Lao Zhu's footsteps, Zhu Yunxi came all the way to an open space behind the palace.

The open space is about five feet in circumference, and it has been plowed, and the fresh soil is turned out, exposed to the air, and still slightly damp.

"Grandpa Huang, this is..."

"Sweet potato field." Zhu Yuanzhang laughed and said, "We haven't done anything else these two days. We planted all the sweet potatoes you gave us, hahaha..."

"How is it? Grandpa Huang's land is doing well, right?"

Zhu Yuanzhang showed off the land he plowed like an old child.

But soon, he shook his head again: "I'm afraid you won't understand if I let you see it."

"Hey, I'm old! Doing these things will make our backs hurt. If only we were young..."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked into the distance, as if reminiscing.

Zhu Yunzhen was moved.

Lao Zhu has had a bumpy journey, although he has become an emperor.

However, he never forgot his true feelings.

Now, he looks at this sweet potato as if he were looking at his own child.

"Grandpa Huang," Zhu Yunxuan said, "The sweet potato will grow up quickly, so that no people will starve to death in the Ming Dynasty."

"Yes!" Zhu Yuanzhang came back to his senses and nodded again and again: "There are no people who starve to death!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was full of anticipation: "Grandpa Huang has been waiting for that day."

"If this sweet potato can really solve the food and clothing of the people, Grandpa Huang will die without regret."

Zhu Yunxi laughed and said, "Grandfather, don't talk nonsense! Your old man will live a long life and stay with Liu'er all the time."

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, then he stroked Zhu Yunxi's little head and laughed loudly: "Okay, I will stay with Xu'er all the time. We, grandson and grandson, will just wait and wait for the day when it matures."

"Waiting for the day when the people of Ming Dynasty will never be hungry again."

"Yeah!" Zhu Yunxi nodded again and again: "Grandpa Huang, let's wait together."

"Together..." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed softly and said, "How long can we wait if we know our body?"

"No, Grandpa Huang is Long Live, and he can afford to wait for 1 years."

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned and laughed loudly: "That's what they shouted nonsense, but you took it seriously..."

Zhu Yunxi yelled angrily: "They didn't shout nonsense, I want Grandpa Huang to live ten thousand years!"

"Hahaha!" Zhu Yuanzhang touched his head and said, "Okay, let's live ten thousand years!"

……

It was still early when I followed Lao Zhu back to the study from the open space.

It could be seen that Zhu Yuanzhang was in a very good mood today. He picked a peach from the copper plate just delivered by the eunuch, handed it to Zhu Yunxuan, and asked: "Zhen'er, I asked you to investigate the Bu family's case. Did you find out?" how's it going?"

Zhu Yunxi took the peach from Zhu Yuanzhang's hand, took a big bite, the juice overflowed, and the sweetness filled his mouth.

"Grandpa Huang, Xi'er is hurrying up." He blinked his eyes and was very serious.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said, "Grandpa Huang believes in you."

Zhu Yunxuan continued to eat.

Zhu Yuanzhang said seriously: "Have you ever heard of Fang Zhongyong?"

Fang Zhongyong?
Zhu Yunxi recalled it for a while, as if he had learned this text.

Fang Zhongyong was a child prodigy in the Northern Song Dynasty, with extraordinary talent in his childhood.

But later, because of his father's ignorance and his own pride and complacency, he finally disappeared from everyone.

It is a tragedy.

He nodded and said, "Xiao'er knows."

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "It's good to know, Xi'er, you are very smart."

"But you must not be slack, and you must not be proud. You must keep in mind the principle of sailing against the current, and if you do not advance, you will retreat."

"You have to study harder, and you can't live up to your talent."

Zhu Yunxuan secretly screamed in his heart that something is wrong, does this count as shooting himself in the foot?
He immediately put on a bitter face, and muttered in a low voice: "Grandfather, I just want to be a prince who eats and waits to die, so I don't need to hang the beam on my head, right?"

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at him angrily, and tapped his head lightly.

"That can't be done, our old Zhu's family doesn't raise slackers."

Which of your descendants who have been crowned kings and marquises is not a lazy person?
Zhu Yunxi uttered something silently in his heart.

Dare not speak out to refute.

Old Zhu became interested, put his hands on the table, and said with a smile: "You don't want to study hard, then Grandpa Huang is going to test you."

"Well, you come to write a poem."

"During the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Zhi could compose a poem in seven steps. Naturally, we won't embarrass you like this. We'll just limit it to one stick of incense. How about that?"

Zhu Yunzhen's face became even more bitter. Being an emperor's grandson is not easy.

Not only to make suggestions, but also to recite poems and make mistakes.

"Grandfather, Li'er is only seven years old, writing poetry is too difficult, isn't it?"

Lao Zhu shook his head: "You can even think of such a clever accounting method, but you are still stumped by a poem?"

Zhu Yunxi had no choice but to ask, "Grandpa Huang, can any poem be used?"

Lao Zhu nodded and said, "Okay, we don't make a proposition."

Zhu Yunzhen breathed a sigh of relief. If Lao Zhu had given him a question, he might not be able to remember it for a while.

Fortunately, you can play freely.

He quickly filtered out those poems written by Hong Wu 25 years ago in his mind, and then began to select them.

Those who are too prudent and old-fashioned will not work, those who are sad about the spring and autumn will not work, and those who use a lot of allusions will not work.

In this way, there are not many verses to choose from.

He took a deep breath, and slowly said: "Li Du's poems are passed down by mouth."

A strange color flashed across Lao Zhu's face.

He never thought that Zhu Yunxi could write a decent poem.

After all, it's just a seven-year-old doll.

The question is to embarrass him and suppress his arrogance.

But although this sentence is plain and straightforward, it is catchy, and it has a shape.

Zhu Chongxuan continued: "So far, I don't think it's new."

Lao Zhu trembled all over.

This is an unprecedented language.

It's a groundbreaking theory.

Li Du is the pinnacle of poets. Before that, who dared to say that their poems were "not fresh"?
This kind of pride and grandeur is majestic, and only the grandson of our old Zhu's family has such a boldness.

Lao Zhu held his breath and quietly waited for the next sentence.

Before he knew it, he began to look forward to his grandson's poems.

After Zhu Yunxuan finished reading this sentence, he paused temporarily, frowned, pretended to be thoughtful, and continued to read: "There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years."

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned and didn't recover for a while.

Suddenly, with a jerk, he stood up.

The old face changed again and again, and his voice trembled: "Zhen'er, will you read the poem again?"

Zhu Yunxi said loudly: "Li and Du's poems have been handed down thousands of times, and it is not new until now. Talented people come out from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years."

"Write it down, write it down quickly." Zhu Yuanzhang shouted at the eunuch beside him.

"Hahaha! Unexpectedly, our old Zhu's family also produced a master of literature who is not born in the world. Now look at those Confucian scholars, dare to call our old Zhu's family a mud-legged person with no education."

He looked up to the sky and laughed, extremely proud.

(End of this chapter)