The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Zhu Houzhao seemed to think that those who were harvesting in the field were too slow, and they simply waved the sickle to the field.

The rice was quickly harvested in one stubble.

The people in the distance looked over.

At this time, those who sold telescopes made a fortune.

Then Jiang Wen would be mixed in the crowd, and Zhou could not help but praise: "I heard that your prince is on the ground. Look at our prince ... We can be able to be able, we can also serve agriculture."

Jiang Wen wanted to scold: "What text can he write?"

But this sentence was swallowed back.

From the perspective of Jiang Wen's scholars, the prince is not doing business right. The prince is diligent in doing farming. He should read four books and five classics, look at Zi Zhi Tong Jian, and learn the principles of ruling the country.

Throughout the dynasties, which of the emperors with special hobbies, which one has not become a faint monarch?

This Daming is now a raging wind, it seems to be hidden under a prosperous, but sooner or later it will face the disaster of extinction.

Jiang Wen is a person who worries about the country and the people, so he naturally worries about it.

Looking at the ignorant people, all looking happy, it seems that they are very rare for His Royal Highness.

Jiang Wen couldn't help but sneer: "Yufu, there are tens of millions of farmers in this world, what is the etiquette? There are both etiquette and law in the etiquette. Where does the law come from? How many people can be supported by the land? His full-time job should encourage more people to cultivate, work lightly, and control everything, rather than planting one-third of an acre. "

The people on the side, the more they praised, the more Wen Jiang was drunk, I woke up alone, that kind of IQ superiority emerged spontaneously, he pursed his mouth, smiled, silent, but in the eyes , But reveals the pride that some readers have always had.

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The rice is harvested and there is a special hand threshing machine nearby.

A group of people began to be busy, threshing the harvested rice.

Gu Lala's whirling lala came down from the mouth of the machine, and finally packed into a basket, filled with a basket, and began weighing on the other side.

Of course, weighing is also learned.

Because it is Xingu, it has not been dried yet, so it still contains moisture. Historically, the output is calculated. The millet after the drying is usually weighed. At that time, the moisture is detached and it is often lighter than Xingu.

But it doesn't matter, after all, it is only a matter of calculation. Under normal circumstances, after drying the valley, the moisture accounts for 40% of the weight. You only need to make a 40% discount after weighing, which is the real output.

The mathematics students divided the baskets of millet and weighed them.

Fang Jifan took advantage of this gap, but Zhang Luo came to an official hat chair, and asked Emperor Hongzhi to sit down.

Emperor Hongzhi looked at Fang Jifan with surprise, and then looked at this chair.

Speaking of which, he is quite old and has been standing for a long time, and it is really inconvenient. At this time, he couldn't help admiring, Ji Fan is really empathetic.

But as soon as he saw Zhu Houzhao sweating like rain in the fields, the emperor Hongzhi felt a little pain.

They are no longer children, but in the eyes of Emperor Hongzhi, they are no different from children who have not grown up.

Only Xiao Jing saw the chair and couldn't help feeling that his teeth were sore.

This surnamed Fang is really a good hand. He is on the side of His Majesty, and he will not allow others to stand in front of His Majesty. If he is in front of him, he will not allow others to hold an umbrella for His Majesty. He moved in panting, if other people, although he begged His Majesty's holy family, but they had to be tossed by Fang Jifan as a dog.

He felt even more sore in his heart, pretending not to see it.

At this time, someone began to promise: "Collecting grain ... 100 pounds ..."

One hundred pounds.

If it is dried, it is only sixty pounds.

But at this time, everyone was waiting curiously.

It's just harvesting grain, so why should such laborers move the crowd?

But at this time ...

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd in the distance.

I saw a few Jin Yiwei, and suddenly caught a scholar.

This scholar is Jiang Wen.

It turned out that when people heard about a hundred pounds of grain, people unconsciously gave praise.

That Jiang Wen couldn't bear it anymore, he couldn't help but scolded: "The prince is not like a prince, he is not like a king."

This remark could not help myself.

But when the words came out, they were listened to by the people around him. Since someone was upset, he scolded him.

Jin Yiwei has been lurking nearby. This was to protect the emperor. He heard the movement and hurried away. He knew that the scholar was deceiving the crowd, so he took him off without any politeness.

Here is a mess.

The Emperor Hongzhi looked over there and gave Xiao Jing a glance.

Xiao Jing agreed, and hurried past. After a while, he learned to look back like Fang Jifan, panting: "Your Majesty, there is a scholar who confuses the public, slanders the Crown Prince ..."

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "What is slander?"

Xiao Jing jumped up and saw that Emperor Hongzhi had severe eyes, and only then carefully said truthfully: "It is said that the Crown Prince is not like a prince, and he is not like a king."

This used to be the evaluation of the emperor Hongzhi about the prince. He always thought that his son was not like a prince.

But in this regard, the emperor Hongzhi can say that the emperor Hongzhi can even say that the prince is a rebellious son and a beast, but it does not mean that others can be criticized.

Emperor Hongzhi's eyes fell on the distance, and it seemed that after the scholar was taken, his family wailed and was shocked.

The rest of the people pointed their fingers, and some showed taboos and deep colors, some showed fear, and some clapped their hands.

Emperor Hongzhi sat in the official hat chair, only a little pondered, and looked at Fang Jifan: "Does the capital still have Confucian students?"

This ... it seems to mean blame.

Fang Jifan was slightly embarrassed.

Emperor Hongzhi wrote lightly: "It really is not Qing's family affair.

Fang Jifan: "..."

What does that mean?

Say it ’s not our business?

Could it be said that all the surnames of Fang were wiped out by our side Jifan, but this Confucian thing ... But there are so many fish that miss the net, and I still blame me?

Fang Jifan glanced at Emperor Hongzhi with a grudge.

Emperor Hongzhi said with emotion: "It's just a deceased Confucianist, but if he is concerned with him, he seems stingy. Call this person to Yuqian."

Xiao Jing nodded.

Moments later, that Jiang Wen was detained.

Jiang Wenfang only scolded quickly, but now he was very frightened, knowing that his limit was approaching, and hearing the wailing of his wife and children, there was no more arrogance at this time.

When he came to Yuqian, he bowed his head, trembling and fell into the mud without saying a word.

Emperor Hongzhi glanced at him, and said slowly: "Why did Qing release such a raving word?"

Jiang Wen's kerchief has been lost, and his hair was distributed, and he heard this peaceful question.

At the same time, someone heard a report: "Three hundred catties ..."

It's already three hundred catties.

But Jiang Wen didn't have any thoughts at all, and he said in a confused way: "Student ... student ... but love yourself."

"Love yourself?" Emperor Hongzhi stared at Jiang Wen and said coldly: "It must have been like this in my heart."

"No ... yes ... no ..."

"Is it right or not." Emperor Hongzhi's voice was harsh.

Jiang Wen's sadness came from his heart at this time.

Thinking of his hard study in the cold window for so many years, he finally got a name for himself. The four books and five classics have already been read, but the world has changed. He burst into tears and said: "The students just think that His Royal Highness should not be so unemployed."

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Is it wrong that the Crown Prince cares about farming?"

Jiang Wen still had panic in his heart, but he still shook his body and said: "The son of a thousand gold, do not fall down, the prince of the prince, how can he care about these subtle things, prince's farming, what benefits does the world have? The students are not talented, but also It ’s quite reasonable, Your Majesty ... The Prince is not a prince, he is dead, but ... just ... "

"Prince's farming, what good is the world."

Emperor Hongzhi murmured Jiang Wen's words.

He couldn't help saying: "These people around you think the same way, don't you?"

Hearing the emperor Hongzhi's question, Jiang Wen shivered. He was not a bad person. He did not have any resentment towards the prince, but for his own understanding.

He thought about it, and finally nodded: "It's probably like this."

"The crown prince you want must know that Shuli, like you, can be exported into chapters, and can also be a polite corporal, which is very respectful to you."

Emperor Hongzhi's voice calmed down, and Jiang Wen's heart gradually settled down. At least the emperor didn't scream, but he tremblingly said, "Isn't it true that all the sages and sons of the past? His Majesty read history, read Zizhi Tongjian, Which one is not the case? The students and many classmates, the same year, relatives and friends are old, read the history books, I have never heard of, who is obsessed with farming, and is beneficial to the world, farming, small skills, not what the university asks Although farming is the foundation, there are tens of thousands of farmers under the root of farming. Generally speaking, paying attention to farming and mulberry is of great benefit to the country. However, it is not worth advocating to follow the farming practices of farmers. "

Jiang Wen started talking.

After all ... he has many ideas in his heart.

Fang Cai's fear gradually disappeared.

He wanted to express his feelings, which is an old habit as a scholar.

...

"Four hundred catties ..."

When it ’s about four hundred pounds ...

The crowd around him began to shake up.

If it is dried, it will be nearly three hundred pounds.

This is already a fertile paddy field production ~ www.readwn.com ~ But now ... it seems that the harvesting continues ...

People suddenly realized ... this time ... so many people came to watch the harvest, it wasn't just that everyone came together for a fun.

Emperor Hongzhi listened to that number and couldn't help moving.

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