Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 295 Stolen flat peaches for mother

  Actually, Fang Jifan doesn’t like mashed potatoes very much either, it looks boring.

So I hurriedly asked someone to take away Zhu Houzhao's mashed potatoes, happily eating hot and sour potato shreds and roast beef, but remembered that it would be great if there was wine at this time, and this wine paired with roast beef would also have a special flavor what.

   After eating and drinking enough, I left the dining hall, and seeing that Zhu Houzhao had really left, and there was no one there, I shook my head in my heart, did it really hurt his heart this time?

   Not likely, after all, his heart is so strong...

  In the evening, Wang Shouren and others had already come by appointment. When they saw their mentor here, they saluted one after another.

  Fang Jifan only nodded towards them.

  Wang Shouren said: "Teacher, the night class is about to start, won't the teacher say a few words?"

  Fang Jifan has always avoided teaching others.

  This new learning, he didn't even want to touch it, he shook his head and said: "I'm full for the teacher, let's do it next time."

   "..." Wang Shouren and the others were already familiar with the strangeness, so they bowed again and said, "Teacher, please pay attention to your body."

   "Oh." Fang Jifan nodded lightly.

  At this moment, Tang Yin said: "I wonder when Senior Brother Ouyang will come back?"

   "It should be soon." Fang Jifan thought for a while and said: "Speaking of which, as a teacher, I am still looking forward to seeing him, after all, the relationship between the teacher and the student is deep."

   "Yes." All the students nodded and said: "The students are also looking forward to seeing the senior brother."

   "Look at your big brother, you have already made meritorious service at a young age... Lide... Li..." Fang Jifan couldn't remember the last one, touched his belly, and looked at the disciples inquiringly.

  Xu Jing hurriedly said: "Liyan."

   "That's right, Li Yan. Of course, he is not qualified for Li Yan, but there are always meritorious deeds and virtues. He has given face to the teacher. You should learn more from your seniors."

   Everyone busy should claim to be.

  Fang Jifan patted his head, forgetting to speak up, it seems that brain disease is really terrible, it will damage the IQ.

  Fang Jifan didn't have the heart to continue chatting with his disciples, and left leisurely.

  A few students dare not neglect, because the night class has already started.

   Liu Wenshan went to teach the schoolchildren today, while Jiang Chen went to give stereotypes to the scholars who came here.

  Tang Yin, Wang Shouren and Xu Jing are only here to listen today.

Those scholars and scholars came here almost every night, while Jiang Chen and Liu Wenshan, two gentlemen who specialize in stereotyped teaching, almost all of their courses were to let them do stereotyped writing by themselves. Read each article and explain it.

  The son of Liu Jian, Liu Jie, never missed a single class, and wrote a stereotyped article every day.

It takes a lot of time to write a stereotyped article a day, but he likes this kind of environment. At first, his writing was sloppy, and even the preamble and the afterword were inconsistent, but he gradually got used to it, and he actually looked a little bit like it. up.

  During the night class, the teacher will read some stereotyped essays from some people, and then repeatedly preach, what is good and what is bad about this stereotyped essay is also an attractive place.

  In fact, Liu Jie may not really hope to come here to take classes to improve his stereotyped level. He is already forty years old if he wants to go to high school.

It's just that, as the son of the chief minister of the cabinet, he humiliated the lintel and was usually embarrassed to go out. The family gave him a halo, but it also gave him an infinite burden. Therefore, he was lonely. Every day in the study, watching Inexplicable books, thinking that I have been doing nothing all my life, and I am still locked in this small cave, what a waste.

  Now in this environment, with a group of scholars, no one knows that he is the son of Liu Jian. Occasionally, he also plows the land with others, drinks tea in the restaurant, chats, and attends classes here. It is a happy thing in life.

The person selected by Mr. Jiang Chen today is Liu Jie. His stereotyped essays were recited in public. There is no doubt that Liu Jie’s stereotyped essays were mediocre. Although many people did not make fun of them during the listening process, occasionally they still laughed. Will smile, that slight smile, although there is no hint of malice, it also proves that this stereotyped essay is good or bad.

  Jiang Chen finished reading, looked around, and said with a smile on his face, "What's good about this article, what's bad about it?"

  People are embarrassed to talk about the disadvantages. After all, Liu Jie is quite popular, so they searched their brains and thought about the advantages: "Liu Shengyuan's articles are stable."

   "Well, everything is stable..." Jiang Chen nodded in agreement.

   "Mr. Liu..."

   "..."

   "So what's the downside?" Jiang Chen still smiled.

  Everyone unanimously chose to remain silent.

"You should answer. If you don't answer, you want to save some face for Mr. Liu, but you don't know that covering people's ugliness will not bring progress to Mr. Liu. Well, since you don't want to say it, let me say it. The biggest drawback of the article is breaking the topic, which can’t bring out new ideas, and there are a few mistakes in allusions. It’s okay to use allusions wrongly, but this breaking the topic is the finishing touch of stereotyped writing..."

  Jiang Chen has seen the world after all. As a Hanlin, his level has become more and more superb. He began to tirelessly talk about how to solve the problem cleverly.

   Liu Jie was ashamed at first, but slowly, he listened with relish.

  Xishan at night, here in the school, is still brightly lit, even if the outside is unknowingly snowing again, no one cares.

  …

  Zhu Houzhao did not stay in Xishan for night class today, he went directly to the palace, and went straight to Kunning Palace excitedly.

   Outside the Kunning Palace, he first carefully found an **** and asked, "Is the father in the warm pavilion?"

  The **** said: "Returning to Your Highness, yes, His Majesty is still calling for questions in the Nuan Pavilion."

   "Oh." All of a sudden, Zhu Houzhao breathed a sigh of relief, and then cheered up, even his chest straightened, and he entered the Kunning Palace with a high spirit.

  The eunuchs of Kunning Palace rushed in to report, and after a while, Zhu Houzhao went to the bedroom to visit his mother.

  At this time, Empress Zhang and Princess Taikang were sitting on the couch respectively. When seeing Zhu Houzhao approaching, Empress Zhang smiled sweetly, while Princess Taikang Zhu Xiurong frowned involuntarily.

  Thinking of a few days ago, Zhu Houzhao caught a field mouse from nowhere, and she was so scared that she dared not sleep for several nights. It was difficult for Zhu Xiurong to show a good face. She deliberately turned her pretty face inward, pretending that she didn't see Zhu Houzhao.

  Zhu Houzhao said first: "I have seen my mother, and my mother is Jin'an."

  Empress Zhang's smile was even wider, but she blamed her insincerely, "Look at you, you're like a mud monkey, you don't know where you've been strolling, it's so late, what are you doing in the palace?"

  Zhu Houzhao didn't answer what Queen Zhang said, but looked at Zhu Xiurong, and said, "Sister...sister..."

   Zhu Xiurong turned his head, deliberately picked up needle and thread, and became a female celebrity.

  Zhu Houzhao was bored, so he said to Queen Zhang with a playful smile: "Mother, my son is learning how to govern the country these days."

   "The way to govern the country?" Empress Zhang looked at Zhu Houzhao suspiciously: "Which master taught you, come and listen to it."

  Zhu Houzhao said with high spirits: "The way to govern a country is to eat."

Empress Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and then she almost laughed out loud: "If you eat, you can rule the country, and it's too easy to run the country. Don't say this to your father. If your father knows, he will kill you. Don't look at it, your father walks on thin ice all day long, his feet never touch the ground, how difficult it is to govern the country, when it comes to you, it will be too much."

  Zhu Xiurong almost laughed out loud, but she managed to hold back the smile on her pretty face, and continued to do her needlework as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Houzhao's eyes widened and he said: "Mother, you don't know something. The so-called people regard food as their heaven. Isn't eating a bigger thing than the sky? The people have food, and they are content and happy. The world There is also a great rule, the people are hungry, and if they can’t eat enough, they will turn against it. Isn’t this the way to govern the country? The father is devoting all his energy to solve the problem of food for the people in the world. Unfortunately, he has no ability. I couldn't find anything to eat for the people, so I had to pant like an old cow, but it was still in vain, alas!"

  Zhu Houzhao is in Xishan, but young Zhu Xiucai has been hanging out with scholars for a long time, and then studied with Wang Shouren, which means that he is very good at learning.

  Queen Zhang frowned, with a complicated expression: "..."

Zhu Houzhao hurriedly said: "It's just a joke, but my son is right in saying that food is the most important thing for the people. No, this son brought delicious food for his mother, queen and sister, haha, it's very delicious." , you wait a moment, Erchen has ordered the imperial dining room to fry that good thing again."

  Empress Zhang then smiled kindly and said, "It's no wonder you still have some conscience."

   After a while, the eunuchs came with two plates of French fries.

   This is what Zhu Houzhao packed and typed back from Fang Jifan.

  The original intention of him to pack it was to send it to the queen mother and sister to eat, so that the mother queen and sister could try something new.

  So, he sat down on the couch, intentionally close to Zhu Xiurong's side, but Zhu Xiurong still didn't want to pay attention to him, and moved his delicate body.

  Zhu Houzhao picked up a piece of French fries and wanted to send them to Zhu Xiurong's cherry mouth: "Come on, sister, try it first."

   Zhu Xiurong turned his face away and said, "Don't eat, it looks greasy."

  Zhu Houzhao was a little annoyed, and wanted to show his teeth, but after a while, he hesitated again, and still smiled happily: "Okay, okay, if you don't eat it, this is grown by my brother himself. If you don't eat it, the queen mother will eat it with me."

   It is a common thing for Zhu Houzhao and Zhu Xiurong to play with each other. Empress Zhang has already seen it, so don't think about it, God knows what Zhu Houzhao did a few days ago!

  Empress Zhang looked at the French fries, her eyes wandering.

  Actually... She doesn't have much interest in the so-called food, Royal, what has she never eaten? Is it rare?

  But hearing Zhu Houzhao say that he planted it himself, Empress Zhang couldn't help but care a little more, and couldn't help asking: "What's this called?"

   "Old Fang calls it potatoes." Zhu Houzhao replied honestly: "But I think this name is tacky, and it should be called Dajiangguo."

  As soon as he heard Fang Jifan's three words, Zhu Xiurong's brows and eyes trembled slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled, as if he was about to raise his eyelids, but they quickly lowered them without showing any signs of expression.

  (end of this chapter)