The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

It's going to be born ...

Fang Jifan was shocked.

Xiao Zhu is the father.

This is indeed a cause for celebration.

The two squinted with big eyes: "When will they be born? '

"The birth period is almost the same. I think it has been these few days. Have you seen Concubine Rong's belly? It's so big, bigger than watermelon." Smart and have seven sons. "

Fang Jifan patted Zhu Houzhao's shoulder: "Good girl, her daughter is also very good.

Zhu Houzhao sneered: "It's not good to have a daughter, like my sister, what's wrong, only cheap people like you."

Fang Jifan was furious: "His Royal Highness, the conscience of the world, how can I be bad?"

"You ..." Zhu Houzhao began to melancholy: "You don't understand the thoughts of being a brother."

His Royal Highness is about to give birth, no, but his side concubines are about to give birth, both inside and outside the court, all concerned, everyone is excitedly waiting for the arrival of the prince.

Even the ministers of the cabinet are now starting to pinch their fingers and start counting the days.

In October when the baby was pregnant, the melons fell to the ground and the weather was getting colder, but it made many people feel warm.

Daming, someone succeeds.

The prosperity of the heir is a symbol of the prosperity of the dynasty.

In the palace, he has already been busy.

At first, seven concubines were pregnant, and then Zheng Fei was pregnant, but after that, there were no more beautiful women in the East Palace.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Queen Zhang's arrangement.

The prince was too frustrated, so how could he stand up in this way.

Now that the mission of succession succession is partially successful, it is better to let the crown prince stop for a while now, leaving Qingshan now, I am not afraid that there is no firewood, so the showgirls in the East Palace have changed a batch, um ... Queen Zhang ’s aesthetic is still normal At least, Zhu Houzhao's appearance is very good lately.

Zhu Houzhao was determined to knit sweaters for his princes. He was sitting cross-legged on the couch in the Xishan Town State House. He was familiar with playing with wool. His weavers were very good. Every stitch, even the stitches, was very particular.

He had to knit nine sweaters, seven of them were concubines, and one was a child born by Zheng Fei a month later. Naturally ... there was another one when his own sister was about to be born next summer. child.

Zhu Houzhao is like this. Once he does something, he is very serious and will not be infected by trivial things from the outside world.

Fang Jifan did not have his patience, and in a blink of an eye, he secretly went to the princess palace again.

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Zhancheng.

A month ago, Wang Shouren arrived here with his disciples.

Flying all the way, they were full of energy, but did not show their tiredness.

Today, the banner of the Ming Army has been hung in the city.

This is a new city. Annan captured the kingdom of the city decades ago and burned the king of the city. After that, the Annan people built this new city on the original site. This road is full of Daoxiang. Wang Shouren and others were surprised. I found that even if it was approaching winter, the weather here was still pleasant. Not only that, the rice in the third season was ups and downs due to the heavy rice, and swayed with the wind.

Where is this the south of the Yangtze River in the west, the rice in the south of the Yangtze River, there have never been three seasons.

Not only that, the rice here is obviously lower than the rice in Jiangnan.

This is obviously the result of long-term breeding. The rumored Zhancheng rice is not only early-maturing and drought-tolerant, but most importantly, it is low and low. For rice, it is not good to grow tall, because once a large number Because the rice is too high, the rice stalks are easily crushed. Eventually, the rice is not harvested by others, and it has fallen off, and it has fallen into the mud. The lower it is, the later it can be harvested to make it fully mature. When the grain is full, you can get a higher yield.

Wang Shouren wore a Teng hat peculiar to the Jiaozhiren. The weather here was so hot that he couldn't eat it without the shady Teng hat.

When the deputy envoy of Zhancheng heard the deputy envoy of Tixue, he personally greeted and hosted a banquet. On that day, the host and the host enjoyed it all. The deputy had already vacated the tuition in the city, but Wang Shouren refused the goodwill of the deputy.

"I am here to teach Jiaozhi people up and down. If you are in the city or in the government, how do you teach them? More than 90% of the people in Jiaozhi are in the suburbs. Why don't you go here? Just look at the Qili District in the west of the city. There is a cottage, which is located in the most important place. I might as well leave there to teach. "

"..." This guard will be a little ignorant.

This assistant, my mind is a bit wrong.

But for Wang Shouren, the defender did not dare to sloppy. Because Pingxihou had come to the letter long ago, saying that this was his apprentice, he dared to neglect the aide enrolled in the school and kill you.

Shou Jiang laughed: "It's just that if it's outside the city, it's difficult to be guaranteed in terms of safety. Of course, this is a waste of the city. Now there are not so many rules, everything can be done cheaply, just ..."

"It's okay ..." Wang Shouren smiled: "It's enough to send a thousand catties of food every month."

The next day, Wang Shouren really appeared in the village community, just outside the Ancun community, busy with the apprentices, they bought a large piece of land, temporarily built some grass cottages, lived, before this grass cottage , They opened up a piece of sand.

Soon, in the early morning, Lang Lang's reading sound came. Wang Shouren led the readers to practice swords, riding and shooting, reading, and occasionally appeared in the village community.

This village is not small, because it is close to Zhancheng, with a huge population, and there is a market nearby. There are often scholars, merchants, and monks passing by.

The appearance of Wang Shouren is a very rare event for the villagers here.

They knew that Annan was dead, and they knew that they were so confused that they became the people of Daming Jiaodudusi.

Compared with those who are not angry, there are many old and expensive people. These ordinary people should be more peaceful, because the Ming army is stationed here, and in their hearts, they seem to be no different from the original Annan people.

This is Zhancheng. Many people think of themselves as the people of Zhancheng. They have been dead for 30 years. Although they have experienced two generations, their original identity has not been eliminated.

At the beginning, it was discovered that this strange person sat cross-legged in the sand without obstruction, and when teaching other people to read, it did not seem to be disgusted by everyone's close observation.

He still teaches disciples to study, and the disciples learn very well.

They are no different from many villagers. After reading the books, these disciples began to do their own farm work. They raised a dozen pigs and more than 200 chickens. They also like to ride horses and pass by nearby.

But ... more often, they are invincible.

The curious person began to squat around the sand, watching Wang Shouren lecture.

When Wang Shouren saw a curious person, he walked with a smile on his face. He was a very intelligent person. These days, he appeared at the fair to communicate with people, and he has simply learned some of the native languages ​​of the city.

"Do you want to study?" Wang Shouren looked at the young man in his twenties.

The young man's face was tanned and he seemed to be working nearby. He looked at Xiao Shouyin's Wang Shouren, frightened and fled.

But Wang Shouren doesn't matter.

He was still the same as he was, entering the peach blossom source of hermit, peaceful and regular.

After the third day, the young man ran back: "I want to study."

For most people, reading is a luxury.

But everyone has an instinct for knowledge.

Since then, the young people have stayed.

His name is Wu Changda, a very strange name.

Wang Shouren patiently taught him Chinese and taught him to learn Chinese characters.

Sometimes, the grandchildren will help.

Although Wu Chang University's is a bit laborious, it is very fast.

This time, many people nearby knew that it was possible to study here, and ... it was not money.

The Han dialect and the Han dialect belonged to the aristocratic language and script while the Annan Kingdom was still there.

This point is similar to that of North Korea.

Since they were young, the nobles have learned the Mandarin of the Han people, learned Chinese characters, and read the classics of the Han people. As for ordinary people, they are simply not qualified to touch these.

And precisely, in this era, all of Annan ’s classics and literary and historical records, even world novels, were written by Chinese characters.

Therefore, for a person like Wu Changcheng, learning the elegant language and elegant language of this aristocrat is a very glorious thing in itself. He means that he can talk to the scholars within and beyond .

He is black and not fall, and often does not like to wear clothes, but slowly, he began to pronounce, began to hold a wooden stick, under the attention of Wang Shouren and his disciples, write one after another text, he can There is not much time to study here, because after working, you can live to study here.

It was a month after he slowly started to use less proficient Chinese and spoke simple Chinese.

People like Wu grew up and began to grow more.

After all, it costs no money.

And here, this gentleman is very easy-going, and people who are free have nowhere to go, come here with curiosity.

In the sand ~ www.readwn.com ~ has slowly gathered more than 70 people, more than 40 people were brought from Xishan by Wang Shouren, and the rest are old and young.

They started a simple conversation with each other using sign language in Chinese.

Of course, people like to ask questions to Wang Shouren.

Growing up, Wu had many questions. Under everyone ’s attention, his face turned red, and he looked a little tweaked, but he still gathered courage and asked a body hidden deep in the heart of many people: “Mr. , I heard people everywhere, are the Hans our enemies, sir, and our enemies? "

Wang Shouren doesn't look like an enemy at all.

But although someone came here to study and read, and secretly, the hate speech against the Han people was a dark wave.

In Wu Chang's mind, this question has been lingering, and he wanted an answer.

Of course, he was also afraid to offend Wang Shouren. After all, Wang Shouren treated himself well.