I open a history tutorial class in Daming

Chapter 63 What do you think of him?
That evening.

Wuying Palace.

Zhu Yuanzhang was still working at his desk reviewing memorials. The entire palace was quiet and no one dared to disturb His Majesty while he was busy with his official duties. The same was true in the Wenhua Hall next door.

The emperor and the prince, father and son, were like possessed men. It was almost nightfall, but they did not return to their bedrooms or look for their wives. They just focused on their work. The palace servants secretly complained about it, but no one dared to say anything.

I'm just kidding. With so many things happening in the palace recently, everyone knows why His Majesty and His Royal Highness are dragging their feet and not returning to the palace.

His Majesty did not want to go back to face the Queen, and His Highness did not want to go back to the East Palace to face Concubine Lu who had just lost her child, so they could only use official business as an excuse.

But just when the palace servants were trying their best to lower their presence, a burst of hurried footsteps rushed into the hall from outside the palace.

"How did you come?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was so absorbed in his official duties that he was a little annoyed when he was suddenly awakened by the footsteps. He looked up and saw Mao Xiang, who was supposed to be on the beam of Zhang's house.

He put down his pen in surprise and was about to continue asking, but stopped when he received a look from Mao Xiang that seemed to twitch his eyelids.

After thinking for a while, Zhu Yuanzhang found a palace maid:
"You, go next door and call the prince over to us, and tell him you have something to ask him."

"Everyone else please leave. We will only discuss matters with Mao Xiang and the Crown Prince at this moment."

Having said this, everyone knew that His Majesty had a secret to tell, and they all left the Wuying Hall quietly.

Not long after.

Zhu Biao also walked into the hall with a confused look on his face.

At first he didn't know why his father had called him in such a hurry, but after seeing Mao Xiang in the hall, he understood everything.

Zhu Biao then quickly approached Mao Xiang, took him by the hand, and asked:

"Commander Mao, why are you back? Is there something wrong with the Song family?"

"I see you look very tired, hurry up, sit down and talk!"

Mao Xiang had already been there for a quarter of an hour. After Zhu Biao's reminder, Zhu Yuanzhang realized that his forehead was covered with sweat. It took him so long to catch his breath. He must have been very tired from running all the way.

Zhu Yuanzhang was a little embarrassed, but as an emperor, he couldn't apologize to a subject, so he coughed and said:

"Well, sit down, sit down and talk."

Mao Xiang was flattered and sat down in the Wuying Hall. He did not dare to really rest. His butt only touched half of the chair, and he could not wait to take out a memorial from his arms.

He was the commander of the Yiluansi.

In name, the Yiluansi was the guard of honor surrounding the emperor, responsible for etiquette and protection. However, over the past ten years, this team has gradually evolved into the emperor's spies. In addition to protecting safety, their responsibilities also include investigating the emperor's relationships with officials, their family situations, and whether there is corruption.

This inconspicuous memorial that he carried with him was a record book that everyone in the Yiluansi had a copy of.

"Your Majesty, today I heard that Song Shen invited Zhang Wei to his home to discuss important matters, so I asked Zhang Wei to bring him to the Zhang family for a talk. Although Song Shen's newly purchased house is not as heavily guarded as the Song residence, I am worried that there are many good people among the people he brought from his home, so I did this."

Mao Xiang first reported this premise carefully. Seeing that His Majesty did not look unhappy, he paused before continuing:

"When they talked today, I was squatting on the beam. I have written down their conversation word for word in the book. Your Majesty, please take a look."

After saying that, he obediently presented the booklet in his hand to Zhu Yuanzhang. Zhu Yuanzhang took it and couldn't wait to flip through it. His eyes became brighter and brighter. In the end, his face was almost smiling. He wanted to ask the imperial kitchen to serve food and drink three hundred cups of wine right now!

Zhu Biao was confused:
"Dad, what did they say? Why are you so happy?"

Zhu Yuanzhang did not keep him in suspense and immediately slapped the memorial into his son's arms, his face flushed:
"You'll know for yourself if you see it. I think you'll be happier than we are after seeing it!"

Zhu Biao raised his eyebrows, said nothing, opened the memorial and read it word by word with great interest.

As he watched, his eyes widened.

half an hour.

Zhu Biao stood up suddenly, clenching his fists tightly:
"No, how can we just let Zhang Wei handle this? He has never farmed before, and if he doesn't take good care of it, it will be a big sin!"

"Dad, I want to find the agricultural official!"

Zhu Yuanzhang reached out and pulled him back.

He looked at his son disapprovingly:

"Who are you looking for?"

"In theory, agricultural policy is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Revenue, but the Ministry of Works also has two departments, the Ministry of Water Conservancy and the Ministry of Farmland. Are you going to the Ministry of Revenue or the Ministry of Works?"

"If we need to find someone to take care of the fields, we must find someone from the Ministry of Works. But if this thing can't be made, it's fine. But if it is really made, the Ministry of Revenue is in charge of agricultural affairs, but the Ministry of Works takes the credit. How do you say this? Will you think that you, the prince, are biased towards the Ministry of Works?"

Zhu Biao, who was about to rush out, suddenly stopped.

He looked back at his father in disbelief.

Logically speaking... Logically speaking, the person in the world who most hopes that the farmers can have enough food and warm clothes is my father!
Such a great thing happened to his family, but his father still had the mind to consider the relationship between the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works? Is this still his real father? !
"No, Dad, you..."

As soon as Zhu Biao opened his mouth to speak, Zhu Yuanzhang raised his hand to stop him.

"I know you're anxious and that this thing is important. We both heard that. How could I not know?"

"But no matter how anxious you are, there has to be a way to do things, right?"

"Since Song Shen has given this matter to Zhang Wei to help, it means that he doesn't want Song Lian to know for the time being. If he lets Song Lian help, wouldn't it be quick and safe? The reason why he doesn't want to is because the matter has not been settled and the crops have not been planted yet, so he can't and dare not let out the news, for fear that someone will intercept and pick peaches, or cause big trouble."

"Whether you call it the Ministry of Works or the Ministry of Revenue, you are still a member of the imperial court. There is no such thing as an impenetrable wall in this world. He was so careful, but we still heard him, didn't we?"

As soon as he said this, Zhu Biao knew that he was indeed trying to change his mind.

I said, how could my father not be anxious? Looking at the way my father is scratching his head and rubbing his hands vigorously, he must have a lot of ideas at the moment, thinking about how to get the potatoes without telling Song Shen and the people in the court!

After pondering for a while, Zhu Biao caught a glimpse of Mao Xiang, who dared not say a word, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

He pulled Mao Xiang and dragged him in front of his father:
"Dad, what do you think of him?"

Mao Xiang: ? ? !
What the hell, weren't you talking about that damn potato? Why did you bring it up with yourself?!

(End of this chapter)