Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 247 Respect the teacher

  Zhu Houzhao is not stupid, on the contrary, he is a very smart person.

   It's just that this cleverness is used in a place where the emperor and his ministers don't expect him to use it.

   Regarding what the father said, Zhu Houzhao would be very cooperative and hurriedly said: "My son knows."

   It was just that when he spoke, the moment he raised his eyebrows, Fang Jifan knew it all too well, His Royal Highness was being perfunctory again.

  However... Fang Jifan was a little surprised that he suddenly became a young master. In other words, this can be regarded as half of Zhu Houzhao's teacher!

  Yang Tinghe's assistant? Wang Hua's colleague?

Emperor Hongzhi sat back on the imperial case, took a deep breath, and then began to say: "As for the rewards related to Nan Hebo, I think what the prince said is not unreasonable, so let's follow the prince's words, and the Ministry of War still has to draw up a plan." Come up with a charter."

  The great victory this time solved the immediate problem. The current state affairs of Daming were in trouble, and Emperor Hongzhi really didn't want to continue to put too much thought on the distant Guizhou.

  He pondered for a moment, but then said: "I wanted to bring all the rebels to Beijing, but since I entrusted the military administration of Guizhou to Fang Qing's family, let Fang Qing's family handle it themselves."

  Emperor Hongzhi lowered his head after finishing his decision-making: "Ma Qing's family is here to stay. I want to ask you about the shipbuilding."

  Fang Jifan and Zhu Houzhao got up knowingly and left.

   Coming out of the warm pavilion, Zhu Houzhao sighed melancholy, looked up at the sky, pondered for a long time, and couldn't help saying quietly: "Old Fang, what kind of person is your father?"

   "What?" Fang Jifan didn't expect Zhu Houzhao to ask such a question.

  Zhu Houzhao sighed and said: "Actually, being a Nanhe uncle may not be a bad thing."

  Fang Jifan understood, and after thinking about it, he said: "His Royal Highness... Have you ever thought about why His Majesty and the elders treat you like a child and never let you do something real?"

  Zhu Houzhao hesitated for a moment: "Why?"

  Fang Jifan raised his head to the sky, showing a bit of arrogance: "This is the effect of Shao Zhan's affairs."

   Zhu Houzhao aroused his interest.

   These years, he was really aggrieved, especially in the past two years, life became more and more unbearable, so he stretched out his hand and pretended to pinch Fang Jifan's neck.

  Fang Jifan suddenly put on a stern look and said: "Your Highness, remember to respect teachers."

Zhu Houzhao is like this, and he is no different from the Ming Wuzong in history. Although he is usually stubborn and reprimanded by all the officials, he just laughs it off and doesn't care about it. I know that what they said has some truth, but...but like a child, I will never admit my mistake easily.

"Listen to me speaking slowly." Fang Jifan said seriously: "In fact, your highness has always had his own ideas, and your highness's ability is by no means comparable to ordinary people. For example, what your highness said today is just It makes sense, but why does His Majesty still feel that His Highness is not reliable?"

  Zhu Houzhao really thought about it seriously, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't think of a reason, so he was angry: "Yes, why, hurry up and say it."

"Your Highness, think about it, even if you are a mutton seller, you still know that it is very indecent to cut up the mutton and sell it to others, and you have to wrap it in lotus leaves. Your Highness is talking about it because Not good at selling yourself."

  Zhu Houzhao frowned, and asked suspiciously, "What is sales?"

  Fang Jifan thought about it hard: "It's just like the last time we sold melons."

   Now, Zhu Houzhao understood: "It is obvious that the melons are grown by my palace in the East Palace, but you must say that they are grown by the Western Mountain, which is a treasure of heaven and earth?"

  Fang Jifan nodded slightly relieved: "So the most important thing for Your Highness is to change your image, just like a minister, so why can you please His Majesty?"

   "You are a sword with a sweet belly!" Zhu Houzhao said without hesitation, quite despising Fang Jifan's "unkindness".

  Fang Jifan didn't bother to continue the in-depth discussion with him: "So, do you want to learn a hand, Your Highness?"

   "Think!" Without any hesitation, Zhu Houzhao said decisively: "I must impress my father, otherwise I will have trouble sleeping and eating."

  Fang Jifan smiled and said, "It's easy to handle. In a few days, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival. Several of my disciples are just taking a rest. I want to take them to Xishan to study. Your Highness will come with you."

  I made an agreement with Zhu Houzhao, thinking to myself, Zhu Houzhao is actually...not so unbearable, but why, whether it is him in history or what he sees in front of his eyes, he always gives people the feeling of a bear child?

   In the final analysis, it was because of improper discipline, so...

  Fang Jifan is a responsible person. Now that he has become Shao Zhan's official, he is naturally duty-bound. Educating the prince has become his duty.

  Farewell to Zhu Houzhao, Fang Jifan knew that his father had done a great job, and his mood relaxed, and he went to Xishan leisurely when he was free.

   Zhang Xin has cultivated potatoes in the greenhouse.

  The young shoots of each plant are planted in the greenhouse, and they look very vibrant.

  The temperature in the greenhouse is different. Zhang Xin needs to use land with different humidity and temperature to record the different growth of potatoes in different environments.

His greenhouse does not allow ordinary people to enter and exit easily, so most of the work is done by him alone. He is carrying a bamboo basket, which is filled with various bamboo pieces, which is very similar to Qin and Han Dynasties. Bamboo slips without weaving.

  He seemed to be very interested today, seeing Fang Jifan also entered the greenhouse, squatting aside, carefully observing the fresh young leaves growing out of the mud.

   Zhang Xin raised his head, and went straight to Fang Jifan.

   "What are you laughing at?" Fang Jifan was at a loss.

  Zhang Xin seemed to be smiling even in his eyes, and said: "My wife is back, and Zhou Wangfu sent people to carry eight sedan chairs to bring her back."

   "What a snobbery." Fang Jifan said contemptuously.

Zhang Xin thought for a while and said: "This is the reason why I don't want to be an official or a general. I would rather play with these crops for comfort. If you look at them, they don't have much sophistication and human kindness, but they can feed countless people. Thousands of households, in the greenhouse, many things grow faster. At the end of the year, I predict that there will be a harvest. In the next spring, I can get an acre, and then I can grow more varieties. It's just breeding of this species , is more troublesome than sweet potatoes, you can’t graft vine seedlings, you have to cut them into pieces and wait for them to germinate, can it... really be eaten?”

   "Yes!" Fang Jifan nodded seriously: "Not only can it be eaten, but it is also better than sweet potatoes, and can replace the staple food."

  Zhang Xin had a happy face, he naturally believed in Fang Jifan.

  He responded with a hmm, and seemed to start to observe again, and soon forgot the existence of Fang Jifan beside him, and took out the bamboo slips with complete obsession, and began to record the data.

  It took a long time for him to think of something, and subconsciously said: "Qianhu, you have to take care of those brats, they are messing around all day long, if this greenhouse is destroyed, it will be a disaster."

   I just felt that there was no movement around me for a long time, but when I looked back, I found that the greenhouse was empty, and Qianhu had gone to nowhere.

The entire West Mountain has taken on a new look. More and more brick and tile houses are built along the foot of the mountain. They are popular. Many roads that were not there before have been stepped on, criss-crossing. In order to prevent slippery roads in rainy days, people have opened up roads here. Large and small stones were sprinkled on the ground, so a primitive roadbed was formed in a criss-cross pattern.

  In the distance, there are patches of greenhouses.

  The chimneys of the glass workshop are billowing with black smoke.

  The settlements formed spontaneously by people began to take shape.

  Some big houses have also appeared, such as a new school, and an inn has also sprung up.

  Because there is glass and anthracite here, naturally, merchants with mules and horses came to buy in bulk. Anthracite began to be not only supplied to the capital, but people also began to discover that the use of glass is not limited to greenhouses.

  When merchants come, they need to rest their feet. The business of the inn is not bad, and even the restaurant on the side is also full of business. It is no longer just entertaining scholars.

The arrival of the merchants has a huge advantage. They come from all over the world, and some merchants come from far away, even from the south of the Yangtze River. They heard that there are rare things in the capital, but they are cautious and want to go in person. Take a look, even if you refuse to order when you come, you will linger for a few days.

  Many people got together and exchanged messages from all over the world.

  The information passed through the waiter in the inn, and then began to spread it with embellishment.

Miners and craftsmen are different from farmers. Farmers only need to pay attention to the palm-sized world and rarely communicate with outsiders. It is extremely rare for foreigners to come to Zhuangzi. But here, the speed at which any topic spreads But it was the fastest. Even if these news were mixed with water, only God knows.

   Occasionally, there are scholars wandering around, which makes everyone here look at these masters of scholar and masters in awe. At the same time, occasionally, some people can imitate scholars and drag their words.

  In their view, if they can add a few words to their words, then it is really a matter of face.

School children are the most unscrupulous, wherever there is food, they will swarm to get there, only when they meet the gentleman who came here to drink tea, they will be speechless in fright, and they will rush away .

  People tend to be full of doting on children, especially here, there is no need to fight between farmers because of water sources, and there will be no conflicts because of clan surnames.

   On the contrary, it is because working together requires coordination. Gradually, although they have different surnames and hometowns, they began to call each other brothers.

Every time when Engong came, almost everyone stood at a distance, not daring to get too close. They waited for Engong to pass by, and then they carefully walked around the road. If they were far away, they would walk Li, it's not because of fear, but because of gratitude.

  Compared to the past, compared to many tenant farmers who are still struggling in Zhuangzi, they cherish today's hard-won very much.

  (end of this chapter)