Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 224 Excited

  home...guy...

  This is full of civil and military affairs, and I feel suffocated.

  Fang Jifan raised his eyes and looked at Emperor Hongzhi seriously.

  Emperor Hongzhi was completely dumbfounded.

  Although he has seen many incredible things, such as Fang Jifan begging for rain.

   But there is a reasonable explanation for praying for rain. Fang Jifan learned the method of observing the sky overnight. Among the ancients, there are some people who understand the sky. You can understand that Fang Jifan has learned some secret recipes and secret books.

  Only these thirty stones are unprecedented.

  The ancients are different from the later generations.

  People of later generations accept the baptism of various new technologies and new ideas every day, so they have long been accustomed to new things appearing casually in life.

  But the productivity of the ancients, in fact, has been stagnant since the Qin and Han Dynasties. Although there will be some new tools, these tools are already common sense that they know, and they will probably not be separated from things beyond your level of cognition.

Because of this, in the eyes of later generations, why did the ancestors think it was deviant when something new appeared, while in Europe, when something abnormal appeared, they immediately rolled up their sleeves and burned witches. This...in fact, it is this era Many people have been standing still for many years, and their social forms and productive forces have stagnated, so they cannot believe in things that are too 'absurd'.

   This is a gap in thinking.

  Emperor Hongzhi is still dubious. This is no longer a question of whether you believe the Duke of England or Fang Jifan. It involves deeply rooted values.

  Therefore, Fang Jifan specially brought the guy, and it must be seen to be believed.

  Fang Jifan said again: "Your Majesty, can I ask my minister to make arrangements now."

  The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were whispering, and there was some boiling in the hall.

  Emperor Hongzhi took a deep breath before trying to calm down his emotions, and said a word in a deep voice: "Quite!"

  Fang Jifan immediately said: "The captain of the minister Tuntian is still outside the Meridian Gate, please ask them to bring the guy in."

  A moment later, Zhang Xin and others came with firewood and pots and pans.

   There were a dozen or so people, all of whom were not very good looking, all of them were dressed in rags and covered in mud. If you look carefully, there was a big hole on the top of Zhang Xin's cloth shoes, exposing three lovely feet.

  Actually, when he came, Zhang Mao wanted Zhang Xin and the lieutenants to change their clothes. After all, they might have to face the saints, so they should look brighter, so don’t scare the princes in the court.

But Fang Jifan resolutely disagrees, he likes to sell miserably, this sweet potato has been able to achieve the result that everyone has paid a lot of hard work, and it is a credit to grow sweet potatoes. This kind of virtue is the same as almost every The three big characters I am so miserable are engraved on the face of the person. What is this? This is hard work.

  As soon as this group of people who were incompatible with the Jinshen Palace came in, the slander and criticism in the hearts of the ministers disappeared a lot at once.

  Is this the original Habayashi guard?

  How is it like a beggar?

  It seems that farming is really hard work.

Even Emperor Hongzhi was moved. He likes the kind of thrifty and hard-working people. This has something to do with Emperor Hongzhi's temperament. After seeing them, Emperor Hongzhi's heart is fixed. These people are very reliable when they look at them. Spectrum.

   "Bury the pot."

  Fang Jifan gave an order.

  Zhang Xin and the others were a little hesitant, after all, in this Jinshen Palace... making mistakes, this is something they usually dare not think about.

  However... in the Tuntian Hundred Households, they have always been used to Fang Jifan's "unreasonable" behavior. Although they were trembling, they did not disobey Fang Jifan's orders.

  So, the firewood was piled up and a fire was lit.

   Jinshen Hall is very spacious, so I don't worry about the problem of smoke exhaust, and even if it is a bit smoky, Fang Jifan doesn't care.

  Since the monarchs and ministers don't believe it, let them believe it.

  The flames shot up, and the smoky smoke rushed towards the face immediately. The minister who was close was caught, coughing desperately, his eyes were red, and he cursed Fang Jifan's eighteen generations of ancestors in his heart.

  Fang Jifan was not idle, he took out sweet potatoes from Zhang Xin's back basket, and threw them into the fire one by one.

   On the other side, a lieutenant has already raised the stove. There is an iron pot in the stove, poured water, and put a little rice.

  Everyone is busy.

   But it is so particular, but it makes people feel hopeful.

   This doesn't look like a false report.

  Otherwise... how dare Fang Jifan act like this?

  Because of time constraints, the fire was deliberately heated up. When the iron pot boiled, the rice in the pot began to boil in the tumbling hot water.

  On the other side, a school lieutenant was holding a small dagger, peeling the sweet potato, cutting the sweet potato into pieces, and throwing the sweet potato into the boiling water.

  The smoke didn't disperse for a while, but immediately enveloped the Jinshen Hall.

  Fang Jifan was a little stunned, and said bravely: "It's almost there, it's almost there, just be patient."

  Those young ministers were fine, but the older ones couldn't take it anymore. They held back their faces, lest they would lose their dignity in front of the emperor and almost suffocate.

  The fire rising here is getting stronger and stronger, and Fang Jifan can almost smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

He subconsciously felt that the corners of his mouth were moist. In his previous life, he also liked to eat roasted sweet potatoes, but since the price rose to three yuan a piece, he was reluctant to eat it. After all, he had to save money to buy a house and have a girlfriend, although he still didn't have a girlfriend after all. .

   "It's cooked!" A strange aroma has already wafted.

   At this time, it was already evening, and it was time for dinner. The monarchs and ministers were already a little hungry, but now they seemed to smell a different kind of breath.

  啪...At this moment, in the charcoal fire, a sweet potato with charred skin seemed to burst open.

  Fang Jifan was afraid that he was half-cooked, so he hoped to burn it for a while, but when he saw it, he suddenly became anxious, as if it was about to burn, so he hurriedly said: "Hurry up, put out the fire."

  When the captains heard this, they all became flustered again.

   "..."

   A group of ragged, beggar-like people dangled in front of their eyes, which was really an eyesore.

  But... at least... the torment will pass.

   One by one, scorched sweet potatoes were picked up from the fire. There were more than 20 sweet potatoes.

   On the other side, the sweet potato porridge is almost ready.

   In this big pot, there is actually not much rice. The reason why we use sweet potatoes to make porridge is just to neutralize the greasy taste of sweet potatoes with porridge water, not to mention that it can make us more full.

  Originally, this little rice, put in such a big pot of water, the porridge that is boiled out is not enough for chopsticks. It is simply a fantasy to expect it to satisfy the hunger.

   Bowls of sweet potato porridge were finally served in the anticipation of everyone, so Fang Jifan said loudly: "Who wants to try it?"

"I…"

"I…"

  The ancients were always wary of new things, and very few people were willing to act as the first bird.

  However, there are also some people with lofty ideals who are innovative and willing to be the first to eat crabs.

   But in the corner, two people stretched out their hands, their eyes glowed green, and they scrambled to be the first to try.

   Oh, it's Shouninghou and Jianchangbo.

   All of a sudden, the monarchs and ministers were dumbfounded, but they didn't find it strange. It would be strange if the pair of uncles didn't take advantage of this.

  Fang Jifan put on a smile immediately, raised his thumb and said: "The two uncles are really extraordinary."

  Zhang Heling and Zhang Yanling came to the front excitedly, Zhang Xin brought them a bowl of sweet potato porridge, and each gave a roasted sweet potato.

   "It smells so good." Zhang Heling salivated because of the smell, he was hungry...

  Zhang Heling frowned, and said angrily: "Only one bowl? I want three bowls, and I'm dying. Even if I eat to death, it can't be because of one bowl?"

   What a strong man!

  Fang Jifan was quite moved. In this age of the mean, everyone is afraid of new things. Our ancestors always had people who dared to be the first in the world to overcome obstacles and create new possibilities for mankind.

   Served three bowls of porridge for Zhang Heling. Zhang Heling held the porridge water, pouted his mouth first, and blew on the porridge water. Then, under the eyes of everyone, the sweet potato porridge entered...

  He froze.

  All the monarchs and ministers looked at him, and the hall was so quiet that he couldn't breathe.

  Zhang Heling smacked his lips carefully, stirring the tip of his tongue in his mouth. After a long time, he howled: "It's not tasty, it's tasteless, it's no different from pig food."

   "..."

   All of a sudden, everyone's hearts fell to the bottom.

  Fang Jifan was also taken aback, why... this evaluation is wrong, is it a problem with sweet potatoes or cooking skills?

   But Zhang Heling was not afraid of burning his tongue. He lowered his head, waving his chopsticks, and began to feast again.

  In just a moment, the bowl of sweet potato porridge was gone.

  Zhang Heling rubbed his belly, seeing that the ruler and ministers were still looking at him, he blushed, and said solemnly: "It's really not delicious..."

Zhang Yanling on the side also opened the shell of the roasted sweet potato, revealing the golden sweet potato meat inside, and a strong aroma overflowed immediately, he ate it mouthful, while nodding: "Yes, it's really not delicious, my donkey's Fodder is more delicious than this, Fang Jifan, you are not a good character, you blow it so loudly, I...I want to criticize you."

   While talking, he gnawed the roasted sweet potato clean, threw away the outer skin, and picked up another one to peel it off.

Zhang Heling ate two bowls in a row, burped, and then glared at Fang Jifan and said: "In the spirit of being responsible for my nephew and guarding your Majesty, I will try two more bowls. It's going to taste a little bit better."

After all, he picked up the third bowl. The porridge that was served was a little cold at this time, so he ate it faster. After a while, the porridge water entered his stomach again. Zhang Heling's belly was obviously stretched, and he Hiccup desperately: "Hey, this is really weird, why is it so unpalatable? Try again..."

"I'll try the porridge too, brother, you can eat this roasted fruit, I can't stand it anymore, there are such unpalatable things in the world, as expected, the young man has no hair on his mouth, so it's not safe .”

   After finishing speaking, he grabbed the remaining half bowl of porridge in Zhang Heling's bowl and ate it with great enjoyment.

  …

   No explanation, everyone said that this is unreasonable, and there is unreasonable. Explain it in the book, and scold me again. There are thousands of readers, and it's hard to adjust. A tiger is like a poor little daughter-in-law with thousands of mothers-in-law. One slap today, one slap tomorrow, but... the tiger still codes , delivered in the middle of the night, because Tiger loves his mother-in-laws so deeply, and loves without complaint or regret.

  (end of this chapter)