After fetal transfusion: Huang Ama, your royal mausoleum has been stolen

"Long live the food box, the food box is here." Liang Jiugong went out for a trip, and when he came back, he had a three-layer food box in his hand.

"Bring it over." Kangxi followed Xi Rui's instructions and opened the bottom layer. Under the pastry plate, there were several pieces of paper.

Liang Jiugong hurriedly lowered his head. He couldn't even look at anything he wasn't supposed to look at.

Kangxi unfolded the pieces of paper, showing potatoes, sweet potatoes and corn, from seeds to seedlings, to vines, and then to flowering and fruiting.

Each step is described with detailed diagrams.

Don’t worry about finding it inaccurately if you don’t have a sample.

Continuing to look back, what is recorded is the planting method of these three crops.

From sowing, fertilizing, raising seedlings, planting, to the daily care after the vines are harvested, everything is covered, and it is written in great detail.

By following what is said above, even people who have no experience with farming can still grow these crops.

Kangxi let out a sigh of relief.

With these magical objects, the people no longer have to worry about how to fill their stomachs.

"I really want to sow and harvest right away." Kangxi looked at the vast white outside, feeling regretful that it was not the right time of year.

The ground is frozen, and we have to wait until spring before we can sow the soil.

He carefully put these pieces of paper away and said, "Let's go, let's go to the study and have a look." He went out for a walk and made a surprise inspection to see if his sons were paying attention to the lectures.

"Hey." Liang Jiugong flicked his fly whisk and followed Kangxi towards the study room.

The upper study room is not far from the Qianqing Palace, so that when Kangxi was working, he could stroll over and see how his sons were doing in class.

Walking out of the Qianqing Palace and walking towards the Qianqing Gate, in the same row of rooms is the upper study room where the brothers study daily.

So far, there are exactly ten brothers who are studying with the master in the upper study room when they are old.

Starting from the third elder brother Yinzhi, and ending with the thirteenth elder brother Yinxiang who was just five years old.

Each prince is divided into several different rooms according to his own different progress.

For example, the largest group of people, Yinzhi and Yinzhen, reluctantly brought one Yinzhi with them, and the three of them together with their respective companions were in the first wing.

Kangxi was the first to pass by this room.

Random inspections have become a habit, and Kangxi passed by the most hidden route.

Looking inside from the window, the third child Yinzhi has always liked poetry and listened to the master's lectures seriously.

The fourth child, Yinzhen, is even more sincere, even his sitting posture is meticulous.

Kangxi was satisfied when he saw it. He himself liked to read. The way to learn articles was to read them one or two hundred times in the morning and another one or two hundred times in the evening.

The performance of Yinzhi and Yinzhen was in line with Huang Ama's requirements.

Looking at Lao Wu Yinqi from the angle, Kangxi had a satisfied smile on his face.

Lao Wu was sleeping with his head propped up on his hands.

Kangxi was surprised at first, as if he had not expected that Yinqi could sleep so peacefully in this school.

He was even more angry when he realized that the person who was sleeping openly in school was actually his son.

Taking a deep breath, Kangxi looked around and found a patch of white on the ground, which was perfect for picking up local materials.

A snowball formed, Xuxu squeezed it and threw it straight towards Yinqi.

Kangxi was not a showman, but a serious man who could draw a bow and shoot arrows, and his accuracy was naturally unparalleled.

It hit Yinqi exactly.

The snow dumplings spread out on Yinqi's hand that supported his head, and the coolness made Yinqi wake up instantly.

"What is it that is killing you? Stand up for me!" Yinqi shook off the scattered snow particles on his hands and opened his cuffs to check if any had fallen in.

Everyone else in the class had noticed Kangxi's figure immediately, and they all knelt down. They wanted to say goodbye, but Kangxi stopped him.

Only Yinqi still lowered his head and fiddled with his sleeves, not noticing the arrival of his emperor.

"Lianglu, go and find the person who threw the snow dumplings for me. I have to..." The little brother looked up to find his companion, but unexpectedly he saw his royal mother at a glance.

"Huang...Huang Ama?" Yinqi stopped moving his hands and looked at Kangxi steadily.

Kangxi walked in step by step, "What? I lost the snow dumplings. The fifth elder brother found me. What do you want to do with it?"

Yinqi woke up from a dream and was so frightened that Ma Liuer knelt down to plead guilty, "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I didn't know it was your Majesty, and I spoke without restraint. Please forgive me..."

Before Yinqi could finish his apology, Kangxi called the others to stand up and said, "Master is giving a lecture above. Your two brothers are paying attention. You are the only one!"

Kangxi was so angry that he almost poked Yinqi's head with his finger, "It's just you, sleeping soundly here."

I was really pissed off by this brat, "This is the study room, not a place for you to sleep."

A series of sermons made Yinqi blush.

The younger brother was taken to the Shoukang Palace and given to the Queen Mother to be raised by the Empress Dowager since he was a child. This relationship was not just a matter of generation.

The old lady was really doting on her cheap eldest grandson. He could only speak Mongolian before he was enlightened at the age of six.

She disliked the difficulty of learning Chinese, so the old lady supported her eldest grandson in not learning it.

Over time, I have developed into what I am now.

Kangxi took the textbook from his master and began to check the lessons.

Naturally, Yinzhi and Yinzhen were not afraid and could answer most of the questions.

Especially Yinzhen, he was able to speak meaningfully about some of the issues that Kangxi deliberately raised.

Kangxi was a little surprised.

After the satisfied son finished the random inspection, it was the turn of the troubled child again.

Among the excerpts drawn by Kangxi, three out of five Yinzhi could only stumble when reciting them, let alone asking questions.

There are all kinds of outrageous answers.

Kangxi's blood surged when he heard this.

"You...after you go back from school today, copy all the texts you have learned for me a hundred times. If you can't do it a hundred times, copy it a hundred times again until you can answer it."

Yinqi's face looked like he was mourning for his heir, but he didn't dare to say "no".

Kangxi turned around and was about to leave this place that made him angry. Then he remembered the purpose of his trip and turned back.

Little Yinqi's pitiful and painful heart had just let go a little, but before it completely landed, she lifted it up again.

Fortunately, Kangxi was not the only target this time, but none of his brothers could escape.

"From tomorrow onwards, all of you will have one more agricultural class every day." Kangxi told the master to arrange the time.

If the season is not suitable for farming, then learn the knowledge first, and then you will be better able to get started.

Otherwise, if you don’t understand anything and are clumsy, you will ruin the good seeds again.

After saying this, he really wanted to leave. Before going out, Kangxi gave Yinqi a warning look.

Under the pressure of his old father, Yinqi was shocked.

Like a little chicken, floating in the wind.

"Lao Wu, my brother has already told you to study hard, but you didn't listen. Did you hit Emperor Ama's gun?" Yinzhi muttered a few words before sitting back down in his seat.

Yinqi couldn't refute, and didn't even bother to talk to him.

A hundred times!