Daming: My grandfather is Emperor Hongwu!

Chapter 227
The days of the Forbidden City, day after day.

The prince and grandson are also human beings, repeating the same routine every day.

After Zhu Xiongying studied every day, he went to the old man to learn how to review the memorials, how to read the memorials, and see the subtext of the courtiers, the meaning behind the words.

In the seemingly calm days, Zhu Xiongying found that the old man seemed a little old, and often frowned, silently in a daze.

While the prince Zhu Biao has become more calm, he has also become more serious and dignified.

After autumn, Empress Ma suffered from asthma. At night when Zhu Xiongying was sleeping, she could often hear the suppressed panting and coughing in the next bedroom.

The old lady's complexion is not good, and her body seems to be very weak. Only when she is facing her grandson, will she look better.

Apart from these, Zhu Yunqi is not as close as before to Zhu Xiongying, the elder brother.

The two of them attend class together every day, and if Zhu Xiongying hadn't spoken, Zhu Yunqi would not have said a word.Alienation was written all over the face pretending to be an adult.

At the same time, it is also full of loneliness.

Unlike Zhu Xiongying, Zhu Yunqi is always alone now.Don't go to the prince Zhu Biao's side, let alone the old man and the old lady.Every day besides reading is reading. Master Zhu, who teaches in Wenhua Palace, can't help sighing after reading Zhu Yunqi's homework several times.

As for why he is so sad, I am afraid only Master Zhu himself understands.

In this way, time passed slowly, and it was late autumn in a blink of an eye.

The September wind blows, and the golden leaves on the branches sway with the wind, swaying and swaying.

Sometimes, those leaves will break free from the branches, wander in the wind, and when they get tired, they will fall on the golden glazed tiles.

Two kinds of gold are intertwined, one is solemn and dignified, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

The other is soft, cheerful and slightly naughty.

The yellow leaves danced and jumped between the gaps in the glass, and then went away with the wind again, falling in the yard, in the running water, and on the rockery.

Fall, in the field.

On the edge of the imperial garden, the one-acre land that the old man and the old lady took care of is now golden.

Ripe golden yellow, that is the tumbling wheat waves.

Throughout the ages, there has been an acre of land in the palace, which is used to show that the emperor attaches great importance to farming.But in the past dynasties, there is almost no one who personally serves the dealer like the old man and the old lady.

On the edge of the field with an acre of land, Empress Ma sat in the gazebo, looking at Zhu Xiongying who was clumsy and wandering in the field lovingly.

The latter was dressed in civilian clothes, with a straw hat to prevent autumn tigers on his head, and followed the old man along the ridges of the field, bending over to harvest.

The old man is in front, and Zhu Xiongying is behind.

In the sun, the scythe shines brightly.

The old man's movements were extremely fast and light, as if he didn't use any force at all, as soon as he bent down and swung the sickle, the neat ears of wheat were put aside in bundles.

Where the sickle cuts, the stubble is smooth and flat on one side.

On the other hand, Zhu Xiongying was clumsy and strenuous, bending over and wielding the knife to get up, not only did the movement awkwardly, even cutting down with the knife, the cut was not only uneven, it seemed that some wheat had been uprooted.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Zhu Xiongying panted heavily, sweat gradually formed on his head.

Farm work looks easy, but it is difficult to do.Not only difficult, but also laborious.

"Tired?" The old man stood up in front and smiled.

Zhu Xiongying rubbed his sore waist, "Not tired!"

"It's a lie that you're not tired, you spoiled child, how can you bear this crime!" As the old man said, he picked up the bundles of wheat ears on the ground with a sickle, piled them together, and said softly, "Everyone in the world knows that food is good. How many people know the hardships of farmers? Year after year, day after day, against the wind and rain, the beads of sweat are broken into eight petals, and they plant and harvest by themselves!"

Zhu Xiongying stood there, taking advantage of the old man's slack, and said with a smile, "Who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work!"

"Those scholars who suffered from the plague wrote this poem into the hearts of the common people!" The old man kept his hands on, "But in our opinion, reading those poems is far worse than doing it yourself and memorizing it clearly!"

"You see, folks and children as old as you have long been the strong laborers of the family! When we were young, we picked wheat ears in the field with bare buttocks, and when we were a little older, we helped the landlord's family herd cattle. In times of drought, follow your mother Grandpa, carry water from a few miles away to irrigate the fields. If it gets flooded, I wish I could live in the fields and pump water out desperately!"

"We're not considered farmers, but the calluses on our hands and feet will never get rid of us for the rest of our lives. After becoming the emperor, we are rich all over the world, but we still have to grow these crops in the palace. Why?"

"Grandpa Huang never forgets his roots!" Zhu Xiongying laughed.

"It's not that we don't forget our roots!" The old man looked back at Zhu Xiongying, "Food is the life of our Han people!" As he said, he picked up a wheat ear with his big hand, "The prosperity of the world is because of this. Children, remember, in the future Your grandfather doesn't expect you to be as proficient in these cropping techniques as we are."

"But you must always remember that no matter how peaceful, rich or prosperous the world is, there are still people, ordinary people who are suffering, who can't afford to eat!"

"Let everyone in the world have food, we can't sit down, and few emperors can do it. But if you think of Jiangshan Yongan Yongzhi, the emperor must ensure that most people have food!"

Zhu Xiongying bent down and swung the knife, beside the old man, "Grandson remembers!"

"This year's harvest is good!" The old man looked at his grandson enduring the exhaustion and soreness, with a bit of relief on his face, and said, "This wheat grows well, almost one acre can produce more than one stone! Ordinary households, three or five People, if they are in the Central Plains, they have ten acres of land, and they have two crops a year, they can get by."

"After harvesting the wheat, we can plant autumn crops, sorghum, and millet beans. After a year of hard work, I went to pay taxes on the imperial grain, so I won't be hungry."

"If the family can live a good life, and raise some chickens and ducks, you can also see meat during the festivals!"

"Grandfather, you are seeing the big from the small!" Zhu Xiongying laughed, "You can calculate the people's harvest based on just one acre of land in our palace!"

The old man smiled, then grinned and sighed, "What the hell is the big thing in the small, we are the ones fooling ourselves!"

As he said that, the old man stomped on the soil under his feet, "Although this one-third of an acre of land is in the palace, but you see, it is fertilized and manure in winter, and water is diverted in spring. There is no drought or waterlogging, and there are people driving away birds and insects every day."

"How can the fields of the people be so precious? And the fields of the common people are divided into good and bad. Good fields can harvest more, and bad fields are useless."

Speaking of this, the old man sighed again, "Hey!"

This sigh is a sigh of the suffering of the people's livelihood, and it is also a sigh of the hardship of the people.

At this moment, Empress Ma shouted not far away, "Chongba, Brother Ying, come and have a drink of hot water, take a break!"

"As long as you are talented, you can rest!" The old man curled his lips and looked at the sky, "Let's collect it quickly, just work like this, it's a matter of time. See if there is a wind, if the confiscation is over, a Rain ruins it!"

After finishing speaking, the old man bent down again, humming Fengyang's folk songs while continuing to harvest wheat.

"The moon is out and bright, open the door to wash clothes!"

"After washing my clothes, I came to the grain farm to see my newly harvested grain!"

(End of this chapter)