I open a history tutorial class in Daming

Chapter 62 Help me find some people
Song Shen was almost stunned by this huge surprise.

In the system space, he looked at the words [Potatoes (5 pounds)] on the roulette wheel and was unable to come back to his senses for a long time. His eyes and mouth expanded to more than twice their usual size.

"No... No, why are there potatoes here?"

Song Shen's mentality had been messed up by the system for so long, and now he suddenly drew a potato. He was like a farmer who dug up a gold nugget in the field and couldn't suppress his inner ecstasy.

He took several deep breaths, held his heart, and then calmed down and asked the system:

"I thought only students could be drawn from here. You didn't tell me I could draw this kind of thing."

[Answer host, the ratio of students to items in the lottery pool is 1:1, and the emperors and generals of each dynasty are in the student pool. Among the items, the ratios of crops, technology, and modern department store items are equal. What you draw is a matter of probability. Before you win, the system cannot disclose the contents of the prize pool. ]

Okay.

Now I understand. What it means is that the person who drew Zhu Qizhen last time was a loser among losers. Not only did he draw a useless student, but he also drew the God of War of Tumu Fort. He was just unlucky.

Song Shen actually heard a hint of sarcasm in the system's cold and emotionless mechanical answer...

He sighed.

Well, last time was last time, wouldn't it be good enough to win the potato this time? When it comes to lottery, just one good luck is enough, and he still has some idea of ​​his luck.

It seems that it is useful to take a bath, change clothes, and worship your ancestors seriously before drawing the lottery.

After making up his mind to repeat the process again for the next lottery, Song Shen happily opened his backpack, took out the five kilograms of potatoes, looked at them, touched them again and again, and then put the things back without taking them into the real world.

He knew very well that what Zhu Yuanzhang cared about most in his life was his Zhu family's empire, followed by Zhu Biao, and then the most important thing was whether the people had enough food and clothing.

If his previous knowledge of Zhu Yuanzhang was limited to books, then after personally teaching Zhu Yuanzhang in class and listening to his childhood trauma, Song Shen could better understand Zhu's deep obsession with having enough food.

If I could hand over the potatoes to Zhu Yuanzhang now, I would be able to get a red-lettered iron certificate to save my life...

But, is the red-lettered iron certificate given by Zhu Yuanzhang valid?
What's more, who would believe him when he just keeps talking about how high the yield of potatoes is and how many uses they have, without any solid evidence?
Now that the Lu family incident has happened in the Eastern Palace, if we act rashly, we might end up causing unnecessary trouble.

Song Shen felt that he should be more cautious.

These potatoes must be used, but you need to think carefully about how and when to use them.

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The next morning.

I had five consecutive days of classes the past few days, and today I finally have a two-day weekend holiday.

Song Shen did not stay in bed. Instead, he got up early and asked someone to go to the Zhang family next door to invite Zhang Wei over.

Not long after, Zhang Wei came directly without any delay, which surprised Song Shen a little.

It was true that he had invited the person, but... he was on vacation, so was Zhang Wei also on vacation? He had already prepared that Zhang Wei had gone to the government office, but he didn't expect that the other party would come so quickly.

study.

"Brother Zhang, is this a day off?"

Song Shen smiled and said:

"I was wondering if I would disturb you."

Zhang Wei waved his hands repeatedly at first, then remembered that Song Shen couldn't see, so he took a breath before speaking.

"Ziwei, this is your fault. How could I refuse if you have something to do? I am your disciple, and I promised you that I would take good care of you. You don't like to trouble others, and you finally came to me. How can I not run faster!"

"From now on, don't call me Brother Zhang anymore. I'm only five years older than you. Just call me by my courtesy name. By the way, have you forgotten my courtesy name? Congming, Zhang Congming!"

Song Shen's heart moved. So, his grandfather had specifically told Zhang Wei to take care of him?
He felt a little relieved, but did not continue the topic. Instead, he smiled and said:

"Okay, Brother Congming, since you said so, I won't be polite with you--"

"I have something I would like to trouble you with. Is it convenient?"

Zhang Wei didn't respond immediately, as if he was worried about something. He hesitated for a while before saying:

"What's so inconvenient about this? You are a sensible person and won't go too far. Whatever you want to do, I will definitely do my best."

"But... I see from your appearance that you don't seem to be planning to tell the teacher, otherwise you wouldn't have come to me for help. In that case, how about we talk somewhere else?"

Song Shen was surprised at the other party's sharpness.

That's right, he didn't plan to tell his grandfather Song Lian about what he was going to talk about today. With his mouth, he might be able to fool his peers, but if the matter was put in front of his grandfather, he would be old and cunning, and many things could not be hidden.

But now he has no sight and no memory, and there are few people around him who can help and are trustworthy. In this case, Zhang Wei becomes the only choice.

The house was newly bought, but many of the servants in it were transferred from the old Song family house. If they talked here, it might reach my grandfather's ears at any time.

What Zhang Wei said makes a lot of sense.

After a moment's silence, Song Shen asked politely:
"This matter is quite confidential..."

"Brother Congming, how about going to your house?"

Zhang Wei immediately patted his chest and guaranteed:
"Don't worry, Ziwei. My house is made of iron. As long as I close the door of my study, not even a fly dares to stay outside my door!"

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The Zhang family next door.

study.

Zhang Wei helped Song Shen in and sat him down, then ordered someone to serve tea and asked the attendants to leave.

After making all the arrangements, he looked up at the beams and secretly wiped his sweat.

There was a man on the beam, holding a lightweight calligraphy brush and a folding book in his hands. He was staring at Zhang Wei with a fierce look, signaling him with his eyes not to reveal any flaws.

Of course Zhang Wei knew this person.

The man on the beam usually appeared beside His Majesty the Emperor, wearing the red bullfighting suit bestowed by the emperor, with a bullfighting pattern patch on his chest, a long sword on his waist, and never left His Majesty's side.

Now he didn't carry a knife and was only wearing the most ordinary black clothes, but his deterrent power was not reduced at all.

Because this person was Mao Xiang, the commander of the Yiluansi, who was often cursed by court officials in private.

After returning from the palace yesterday, Mao Xiang openly followed Zhang Wei back home, saying that he was borrowing his house to protect the safety of Song Shen next door. But today when Song Shen sent someone to invite Zhang Wei over, Mao Xiang forced him to bring Song Shen home for a talk.

Judging from the situation, I'm afraid they will have to record their conversation and present it to Your Majesty.

Zhang Wei secretly apologized to Song Shen in his heart, praying that he would not say anything outrageous, and then he spoke carefully:

"Ziwei, if you have something to say, there is no one around, so you can tell me now."

Song Shen drank a sip of tea and said half-truthfully:

"I would like you to help me find some trustworthy farmers..."

"I accidentally found a new crop before, and I want someone to plant it and give it a try. I heard that the harvest is pretty good."

(End of this chapter)