The king behind the empress

Chapter 172 Two prodigal sons and a miser (Order 500 plus more)

After a lot of tossing, the tea bowl in front of Mo Zizai was replaced with an ordinary ceramic tea bowl, and the tea leaves inside were also replaced with ordinary green tea, which meant that Mo Yuanchang didn’t have high broken tea, otherwise Mo Yuanchang It was assigned to Mo Zizai.

"As for it, t~t~t..."

Mo Zizai took a few sips a little bit aggrieved, and felt that it was not much different from the top-quality Wuyi tea just now, "I brought you this tea, but I was not allowed to drink it!"

"You can't even drink a fart. It's a waste of tea if you drink it."

Mo Yuanchang rolled his eyes, and continued: "Do you have any more? If you have any, bring them to me!"

"No, that's all I got in total."

Mo Zizai spread his hands and said, "I'll give some to Weiyi, some to Manager Qiu, and the rest will be yours."

"That is not bad."

Mo Yuanchang nodded, "That girl Weiyi is also a patient person, it's not a waste to drink this tea for her."

After the uncle and nephew chatted, Mo Yuanchang also lost a lot of scruples, and this was in private, so he also directly called Tang Weiyi by her first name.

"Yes, she usually likes to drink tea, so I sent her some."

As for the fact that Tang Weiyi shared the most points, Mo Zizai didn't say that, after all, it doesn't matter that the sixth uncle has a wife.

Just thinking about the previous topic, Mo Zizai felt a little depressed, and asked Mo Yuanchang unwillingly, "Sixth Uncle, do I really have no background in Da Zhou? If it's the worst, a little money will do." !"

"Actually, there are indeed things left by the ancestors."

After Mo Yuanchang took a sip of tea, he said lightly, "How much do you know about your great-grandfather?"

"Great...great grandfather?"

Mo Zizai contemplated the history of the past few days, and tentatively replied: "The one who attacked the barbarians in the north?"

"Cough cough~"

Hearing Mo Zizai's comment, Mo Yuanchang seemed to have choked on the tea, and coughed violently, "Where did you read this comment?"

"Uh, it's the Chronicle of Emperor Wu written by Shi Ming."

Mo Zizai honestly confessed the author of the history book. Tang Weiyi recommended this book to him, "What's wrong? Uncle Liu, is there something wrong?"

"It turned out to be the Jiji written by that Lengtouqing."

Mo Yuanchang nodded knowingly, and then he was a little embarrassed when he heard Mo Zizai's question, "It's not that it's wrong, the history books written by Shi Ming are relatively objective."

"It's just that, after all, it's your great-grandfather."

Mo Yuanchang gestured back and forth with his hands twice, and then said: "It's taboo for relatives, understand?"

"Understood." Mo Zizai nodded and said, "Only say good things, not bad things."

"Yes."

Mo Yuanchang nodded, and said: "It's okay for you to understand so well. No matter who asks you how your great-grandfather is, you can just say that you are talented and general. How will it be hacked by future generations?"

"Oh." Mo Zizai nodded knowingly. After all, he was a direct descendant of his great-grandfather. If he also said that he was militaristic, historians would record what he said, and how it would be interpreted in future generations.

"It's just, what does my Da Zhou background have to do with my great-grandfather?"

"Of course it does."

Mo Yuanchang drank the remaining tea in the tea bowl, and said after a while, "Since you read your great-grandfather's biography, you should know what happened when your great-grandfather was in office, right?"

"You know, the five tribes of the barbarians joined forces and invaded the territory of our Great Zhou. At that time, our national strength was weak, and the barbarians slaughtered two cities in a row."

"Later, my great-grandpa exhausted his national strength and trained a Fengxiang army of 10 people. Not only did he repel the barbarians, but he also went deep into the barbarians seven times. He beat five of the barbarians, and four were left."

"Wait..."

Mo Zizai suddenly thought of something, and looked at Mo Yuanchang suspiciously, "Feng Xiangjun, Feng Weijun...the name?"

"hey-hey……"

Mo Yuanchang smiled and said, "You guessed it, Fengxiang Army is the predecessor of Fengwei Army."

"It's not that the ancestors left behind without foundation, but they can't bear it."

"I almost destroyed the country twice in Dazhou. Those backgrounds have been used up for a long time. I managed to save a little, and I was almost defeated by your great-grandfather."

"Wait until your grandfather's generation has packed up the little mess left by your great-grandfather, and worked diligently as the emperor for decades, and finally saved a little bit of family property. That's how your father's Feng Weijun will be. Otherwise, you think He can conjure an invincible army out of thin air."

"It's a pity that your father is too prodigal, and he just tossed away this little family property, so you are now poor and white. Don't blame your ancestors, if you want to blame, blame your father."

"Oh, not much."

Mo Yuanchang suddenly remembered something, and said gloatingly: "You have been scolding your father in the imperial mausoleum for three years, and you and your father are considered even. If you blame him now, you can't blame him." ,Ha ha."

Hearing Mo Yuanchang's schadenfreude laughter, Mo Zizai's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, "Cooperating with my father is nothing."

"That's not true, your father is really good at fighting."

Hearing what Mo Zizai said, Mo Yuanchang suppressed the smile on his face, and said sternly: "Your father's ability to defeat the Three Kingdoms is due to his brains, not Feng Weijun."

"And if he is really nothing, do you think your grandfather will give him the resources to build the Fengwei Army? Let me tell you, that is, you don't have much contact with your grandfather. You don't know, your grandfather , can be stingy!"

"If it weren't for your father's talent in military affairs, he wouldn't even pay you a penny if you killed him, let alone give away so many resources for your father to form the Fengwei Army."

"Cough cough..."

Listening to Mo Yuanchang speak ill of the old emperor, Qiu Wuping beside him couldn't help coughing twice.

"You can't even cough." Mo Yuanchang gave Qiu Wuping a blank look, "He's already stingy, so don't let me talk about it."

Qiu Wuping was a little embarrassed, and wanted to defend the old emperor, but after thinking about it, Mo Yuanchang was eight years old and still picking up his older brothers' old clothes, so he couldn't explain it.

"I am a dignified prince, and my life is not as good as that of ordinary people. I have been in the palace for 12 years, and I haven't worn new clothes a few times in total. I have never seen an emperor who can live like this!"

When Mo Yuanchang talked about this incident, he felt deep resentment. As a royal family, he can understand that the country is not good enough to be frugal, but he is not as frugal as you!
You say that you don’t repair the garden and don’t waste extravagance, which is fine, but you are not willing to make a new suit, isn’t it a bit too much, how much is a suit of clothes worth! ! !
　Although the first order did not reach [-] before, the difference is not too much, so let’s add one more. Thank you for your support, thank you very much!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)