Ming Dynasty: At the beginning of the game, Lao Zhu resigned and retired.

Chapter 62 Zhu Yuanzhang is excited!Is what you said true?

Chapter 62 Zhu Yuanzhang was excited!Is what you said true?

"Wei...Weiyong, did we...hear that right just now?"

"Thirty stones?"

In the past, Zhu Yuanzhang, who had the pearl of wisdom in his hands and the wisdom in his chest, and whose expression remained calm at the moment with the Frost and Snow Sword, suddenly started to tremble.

Hu Weiyong understood this excitement.

Simply and without hesitation, he took half a step back, pointed at the two baskets of potatoes at his feet, and said with a smile.

"Your Majesty, we have picked out all the grains for you, so why should we panic like this?"

"Thirty stones, at least!"

After Zhu Yuanzhang heard Hu Weiyong's confirmation again, his face suddenly turned red.

He clutched his chest tightly, opening and closing his mouth but unable to say a single word.

Hu Weiyong was so surprised that he was not frightened to death by Zhu Yuanzhang's appearance.

Darling, is Lao Zhu too happy?
Don't let it pass with excitement!
"Song Li, hurry up and call the imperial doctor!"

"Come on, let's help you. Come on, let's sit down first!"

"The thing is right here, it won't run away or break!"

"Let's take our time, don't rush!"

After all, he was also a former prime minister and a close confidant of Zhu Yuanzhang, otherwise he would not have been shouting at the top one by one.

Song Li was also panicked at this time.

He could see Zhu Yuanzhang's appearance at this time, how could he allow him to delay?

As for being ordered by Hu Weiyong?
Haha, he is just a prisoner, how can he dare to compete with His Majesty's confidant?

"Song Li, come back, no need!"

"We...it's okay!"

Before Song Li could reach the door, he was stopped by Zhu Yuanzhang.

This is a person who is stubborn to the core. How can he be willing to ask the imperial doctor to diagnose and treat him just because he is too excited and feels unwell?
I really think he, Zhu Chongba, is shameless.

What's more, he has more important things to do right now.

Following Hu Weiyong's support, he slowly leaned on the steps in front of the throne, but Zhu Yuanzhang didn't feel anything was wrong at all.

On the contrary, he felt at ease.

'Old brothers and subordinates like Weiyong are still reliable. '

I have to say that Lao Zhu, who has not yet experienced the three consecutive losses of his wife, son and grandson, is actually quite humane.

And Yang Xian, who was standing aside at this time... was very embarrassed.

This... what the hell, I just got married!

As a result, you turned around and came to offer the treasure yourself?
The key point is that when other people offer treasures, they usually offer things like peduncle flowers with many flowers and bones, or big fat pigs with gold flakes on them.

It's good for you. When I said I wanted to offer a treasure, you actually came up with a treasure.

This thing is really fake.

This... makes the truth somewhat embarrassing.

"Master Hu, how about you report to His Majesty at another time?"

"I see that His Majesty's body is in such a state that it is no longer suitable for us to continue talking."

I don't know if Yang Xian was a little angry or if he saw Hu Weiyong's "unbridled" appearance in front of Zhu Yuanzhang, he was a little panicked.

Otherwise, he shouldn't have said such subpar words.

So much so that both Hu Weiyong and Zhu Yuanzhang looked at him in surprise.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not speak.

He felt there was no need to speak at all.

This is not just a fool.

Hu Weiyong had no intention of talking to Yang Xian.

Although I don't know what Yang Xian is here for today, I still haven't settled the accounts with him for leading a bunch of people to impeach him.

This man has a bad mind and is arrogant, so Lao Zhu will take action to deal with him.Why should I stand up for myself?

But he never thought that this old boy didn't know which tendon was wrong, and it got stuck on him again!
'Report at another time? '

'Mom, do you know how busy Mr. Hu is on weekdays? '

'We have to take care of beauties, beat up our bastard son, train cooks, farm, and by the way go fish in the Ministry of Rites. '

'With so many things lined up, we finally chose a time to come over when we are free. Why are you still wasting my time? '

'Okay, since you came up to get beaten, don't blame me for being ruthless! '

Hu Weiyong didn't show any dignity to anyone, so he turned to Yang Xian and rolled his eyes.

"Okay, Yang Xian, Mr. Yang, please stop showing off your prime ministerial power in front of Hu."

"You say it as if no one has ever done it before!"

"Oh, no, your Right Prime Minister Hu has really never been the Prime Minister. We, with His Majesty's trust, have only ever been the Left Prime Minister!"

"This is nothing compared to you!"

"Oh, unlike Hu, who comes up is Prime Minister Zuo."

"Tsk, tsk, come on, Mr. Yang, work harder and become Prime Minister Zuo as soon as possible!"

This was so weird that Yang Xian was so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped into rage.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang looked a little amused when he heard this.

'Hu Weiyong is getting angry! '

'I have never seen Hu Weiyong speak so rudely! '

'But after all, he is my old brother, and he speaks straightforwardly. '

'Hahahaha, you don't dare to tell anyone anything, you are so candid! '

One good thing about Lao Zhu is that he never gets convicted for his words.

In front of him, telling the truth is a magnanimous virtue.

If the person who said this has a good relationship with him, then he will value him more and more.

Zhu Yuanzhang just smiled and passed away.

As for Yang Xian, if he had time and thoughts on weekdays, Zhu Yuanzhang might even comfort Yang Xian with a word or two.

But at this time, his attention was entirely focused on the "immortal food" that Hu Weiyong just mentioned.

He pulled Hu Weiyong's sleeve and asked nervously again.

"Wei Yong, can this thing really have thirty stones?"

Hu Weiyong patted Zhu Yuanzhang's arm with the utmost arrogance and said loudly.

"Sir, as I said before, we grew this thing ourselves!"

"The grain we had at that time was about ten kilograms in total."

"Take a look at these two baskets. What do they say?"

"Hahahaha, superior, you are also from a farmer's family. Farming is something you have to do in the field."

"No matter how fanciful we talk, don't we still have to plant it in the ground and try it in the end?"

"So, don't worry, this is true!"

"Thirty stones is just what I said for fear of scaring you. If the farmer is capable, I'm afraid he will ask for more!"

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, it didn't sound like a monarch and his ministers playing against each other. Instead, it sounded like the atmosphere of old brothers sitting together and chatting when they raised armies in the past. It was not too familiar.

Even Hu Weiyong's action of patting his arm just now felt particularly cordial to him.

For how many years now, no one dared to pat his arm.

This made Zhu Yuanzhang, who had become increasingly lonely over the years, feel a rare sense of intimacy.

So, Zhu Yuanzhang also patted Hu Weiyong on the shoulder and said with a smile:

"Let's call Biao'er over and discuss how to grow this potato in the Ming Dynasty."

Hu Weiyong's eyes lit up and he said loudly: "That's right!"

Both father and son Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao participated, which proves that Zhu Yuanzhang attaches great importance to potatoes.

(End of this chapter)