Li Zhi, don't be a coward

Chapter 813
In fact, men don't care much about whether they are fat or thin, Li Qinzai is an exception. He is already in his 20s, and he always thinks that he is still a young man.

As we all know, the minimum standard for a "Pianpian boy" should at least not be too mellow, especially since he is about to become a father again, and when his second child grows up to speak, the first sentence that pops up is "Who is this fat guy?" It hurt my father's self-esteem too much.

Li Zhi was the emperor, and the emperor could not refute what Li Qinzai said, so he had to admit it with a wry smile.

"Yes, I eat a lot lately. My wife is pregnant, and sometimes she can't finish the recipes arranged by me. I can't waste food, so I let me do the work for what she can't finish. Unknowingly, my food intake exceeds the standard. gone."

Li Zhi thought for a while, and said, "Speaking of which, how many months will your wife have to give birth?"

Li Qinzai hurriedly said, "About the end of autumn."

Li Zhi said with a smile: "Jingchu has a son-in-law, which is a great event. The family must arrange it properly. The festive scenes that should be arranged should be arranged in advance, so as not to be in a hurry after giving birth."

Empress Wu also smiled and said, "Your Majesty, when Jingchu's son-in-law is born, we should also give a generous gift."

Li Zhi nodded: "When Jingchu's son-in-law is born, I will personally hold a three-day garden party for Jingchu in Qujiang Pond, and all the dignitaries and dignitaries in Chang'an City will come to support it. As for the congratulatory gift, I will leave it to the queen to buy."

Li Qinzai hurriedly bowed to thank him.

After the monarch and ministers exchanged greetings, the courtiers behind rushed up and greeted Li Qinzai with smiles.

Li Qinzai hastily saluted humbly with the attitude of a junior.

After rounds of greetings, Li Jicai walked over slowly, stroking his beard.

Li Qinzai was startled, and hurriedly saluted: "Grandpa, why are you here in person?"

Li Ji said with a half-smile: "Today is your day to show off, the old man is here to join in the grand event, can't you?"

Li Qinzai blinked: "It's just a trivial matter, why bother to make a trip, grandpa, at your age you should be able to find a few old women in Chang'an City to dance with your arms around. The quality of the old women in our village is not high... ..."

Li Ji lowered his face and said: "Isn't it a fool just to say a word? If the old man slaps you in front of the monarch and ministers, you, a majestic county prince, will lose face, right?"

Ganjingzhuang was originally the Zhuangzi under Li Ji's name, and Li Qinzai, a filial grandson, just took over his grandfather's Zhuangzi.

Seeing the appearance of the old master Li Ji, the farmers were very pleasantly surprised, and they all came forward to pay respects.

Li Ji nodded his head frequently, and stepped forward to help them up personally. He was quite old, but Li Ji could clearly tell the name of each household, and which guard and battalion he was assigned to when he was with the army, and even which What kind of military exploits have people made.

Seeing that the old master has not forgotten them for so many years, the farmers were so excited that tears filled their eyes.

After talking with the farmers, Li Ji took a look at Zhuangzi, and saw that the nearby fields were lush and the crops were growing gratifyingly, and the farmers were also full of energy and good looks.

Li Ji couldn't help but glanced at Li Qinzai with relief, and said with a smile: "The Zhuangzi has been taken care of well by you in the past few years. I can't lose either."

Li Qinzai grinned without hesitation: "That's right, you always look at the farmers, they eat fatter than their grandchildren, and if you don't know, you think they are exploiting me."

Li Ji was already immune to his grandson's bastard words, and consciously ignored his words.

Standing not far away, Li Zhi waved to Li Qinzai, and said with a smile, "Jingchu, it's almost time, should we go to the field to have a look?"

Li Qinzai hurriedly took orders.

Today, the monarch and ministers rushed from Chang'an to Ganjingzhuang with such great fanfare, because of a very important matter.

The few sweet potato seeds that were obtained through all kinds of hard work and even at the cost of their lives are now ripe for harvest after being carefully cultivated by the old farmer.

After Li Qinzai's description, Li Zhi had high hopes for Sweet Potatoes. Today is finally the time to verify whether Li Qinzai's words are true or not. At this moment, Li Zhi's heart is not at peace, but the majesty and etiquette of the emperor does not allow him to lose his composure, so he can only pretend to be calm .

Li Qinzai led the way, followed by Li Zhi and the courtiers, and the group came to the sweet potato planting experiment field where thousands of mountains and birds were flying.

The experimental site had been cleared out by the guards, and the monarchs and ministers formed a circle in the field, staring curiously at the luxuriant sweet potato leaves in the field, whispering among themselves to discuss the yield per mu of this new grain.

Li Zhi and Li Qinzai stood side by side in front of Sweet Potato, and Li Zhi couldn't hide his nervous expression at this moment, his palms were sweating, and he said in an anxious tone: "Jingchu, don't you dare to deceive me, this thing can really harvest five thousand catties?"

Li Qinzai said in astonishment: "Your Majesty, don't scare me. What I said is that the yield per mu is five thousand catties. It is absolutely impossible for the few plants in front of me to have five thousand catties..."

Li Zhi hurriedly said: "I made a mistake. What I mean is, it really has a harvest of five thousand catties per mu?"

Li Qinzai nodded affirmatively: "I dare not deceive the emperor, this thing must have five thousand catties per mu."

Li Zhixi said: "Jing Chu never speaks in vain, since you say there is, then there must be."

Speaking of Li Zhi's loud order, an incense table was set up on the ground. Dozens of Taoist monks sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting prayer scriptures non-stop, and two of them were dressed in strange clothes, their faces were painted with camouflage, and their heads were covered with unkempt grass. The strange man stepped forward, bouncing and babbling, singing weird lyrics facing the sweet potato.

The monarchs and ministers behind also stopped talking and joking at this time, and their expressions became solemn. Li Zhi and Empress Wu took the lead, knelt down on their knees facing the sweet potato, and worshiped three times devoutly.

Li Zhi was still muttering to himself, Li Qinzai listened closely to a few words, and vaguely heard the general idea.

The general idea should be that I, with the respect of the Son of Heaven, pray to God to grant high-yield food to the world, so that my people will not suffer from famine and enjoy peace from now on. I would like to exchange this promise with my own son who has been single for 20 years. I also ask God to give me this face. and so on.

Li Qinzai couldn't help being awed.

The Son of Heaven deserves to be the Son of Heaven, and he really is willing to let go.

The Chinese people's beliefs are really utilitarian. They dare to buy and sell with God, and they don't care whether God agrees or not after making a wish, from the emperor to the common people.

Just like throwing a few copper coins into the merit box in the temple, the Bodhisattva must bless him with wealth and honor for generations, and it is best to let him be the emperor in the next life, otherwise you are not a real Bodhisattva, but a fraudulent group in northern Myanmar.

Is this what you call making a wish?This is called brazenly robbing the gods.

After making the wish, Li Zhi suddenly felt refreshed, and ended the practice with a relaxed expression.

Li Qinzai said with a strange expression: "Your Majesty, it's just a few sweet potatoes, so there's no need to be so grand?"

It was Taoist monks chanting scriptures, dancing gods, and monarchs kneeling down to pray for blessings. Not to mention that Li Qinzai was frightened, the sweet potato babies in the field were probably frightened too.

This stuff belongs to coarse grains and miscellaneous grains in later generations, and it is something that cannot be served on the table.

If Sweet Potato had a spirit in the sky, I'm afraid he would never have imagined that he would be treated like this, right?

Li Zhi looked up at him, and said seriously: "Why are you still standing? Get down on your knees and be pious. There is a god of agriculture in the air. If you are not sincere, you will hurt the production of sweet potatoes!"

Li Qinzai struggled for a while, but finally he was reluctant to kneel down to Fanshu.

I actually have a day when I will kneel down to a few sweet potatoes, I have lived for two lifetimes and never thought of it.

(End of this chapter)