The best are seeking death every day, and the big guys are killing each other indiscriminately.

Walking into the soil, the little emperor saw several children younger than himself sowing seeds. Their thin arms were swinging the hoe, once, twice...

There are also women carrying their children on their backs. The children are crying, and the women have numb faces...

The little emperor felt very uncomfortable.

For him, who grew up in fine clothes and fine food, it was hard to imagine that there was such a group of people living in such an environment. Even the cold palace was many times better than here.

The emperor's uncle once said that the spring plowing time is the most relaxing time for farmers. For them, the most difficult things are natural disasters, paying taxes, and counting the remaining grain in winter.

The little emperor didn't quite understand it before, but now he slowly understands it.

When he sees the spring, he will think that the spring is beautiful and suitable for traveling, but for these farmers, they may only be lucky to survive the winter.

He grabbed the hoe and dug a hole. Wen Shao took one look and said, "It's too shallow."

The little emperor dug hard again, and Wen Shao said: "It's too deep."

Then Wen Shao took a hoe, dug down the soil a little, and explained to him the harm of too deep or too shallow soil. The little emperor listened obediently.

After digging the hole, plant the seeds and bury the soil lightly.

"It's sparse and suitable." Wen Shao said, gesturing for the width and pointing his toes a little to the side, "Just be this wide."

"Okay." The little emperor listened attentively. His hands, which would get sore from holding a pen for too long, learned to sow seeds little by little, meticulously.

"Xing'er is so good." Seeing that he was gradually mastering the secret of sowing, Wen Shao patted him on the shoulder and immediately praised him. He was already prepared for the little emperor to complain and complain about tiredness.

After all, it was just an experience, not a real farmer. As the sky grew dark, Wen Shao took the little emperor back home.

The little emperor was so excited before he came, and when he left, he sat in the carriage like an eggplant beaten by frost, dejected.

Wen Shao felt that there were raining dark clouds above his head, making the energetic little emperor feel weak.

"Tired?" Wen Shao asked while taking ointment to treat the blisters and redness on his hands.

The little emperor shook his head and looked down at the fresh mud at his feet.

"That's just uncomfortable." Wen Shao touched the kind boy's head.

The little emperor nodded. His heart was blocked, but he didn't know how to vent it.

Walking to the bustling streets of the capital, it was already getting late. Wen Shao took the little emperor out of the carriage, looked around, found a small vendor, and stuffed a naive roly-poly into the little emperor's arms.

"Uncle?"

Wen Shao smiled softly: "Xing'er performed very well today. This is a reward."

With blistered hands, he carefully held the tumbler in his hand. The little emperor was very happy: "Thank you, uncle!"

"You're welcome."

Wen Shao took the little emperor to see this bustling night scene and asked, "How do you feel when you see this?"

The little emperor stood upright with his head slightly lowered: "As soon as I saw this, I thought that there are still so many people suffering in this world, and I, I feel bad..."

Wen Shao said gently: "The world has many aspects, including prosperity and decline. It is as sparse and ordinary as the four seasons. We cannot treat everyone the same. This is unrealistic."

"You have seen a lot of prosperity in the capital, but you can't just see prosperity. But today you see withering, and you can't trap yourself in withering."

"Xing'er, this is your world, and you have the ability and responsibility to make it better."

The little emperor nodded seriously: "I understand."

Wen Shao avoided the blisters on his hands and held one of his fingers: "Let's go home with my uncle, who will cook himself."

"Really?" The little emperor tilted his head in surprise, "Uncle knows how to cook. Uncle, I really want to eat fried chicken..."

The little emperor looked at him expectantly: "Is it okay?"

On weekdays, Wen Shao took care of him and asked him to eat only once every half month. Today was already very hard. The little emperor, who had never been far away, fainted in the carriage and went to work in the fields. Wen Shao naturally wanted to satisfy him.

"it is good."

The little emperor suddenly became happy, but when he returned to the Regent's Palace, he realized that there was an even bigger surprise waiting for him.

"Tiger!" The little emperor was so frightened that he hid in Wen Shao's arms, but couldn't help being curious and peeked out to take a look.

Wen Bai's body is four months old, weighs about thirty pounds, and is chubby. When he sees Wen Shao, he wagged his tail happily.

The little emperor was startled by him at first sight, out of his instinctive fear of tigers. After a few glances, he abandoned this fear and approached cautiously.

Okay, so now, it's Comrade Wen Bai's time to raise the cubs again.

Wen Shao chuckled, let the two of them play in the yard, and went to the kitchen.

By the time he prepared a table of sumptuous dishes, Wen Bai was already rolling around in the yard with the little emperor. The disgraced little emperor was smiling happily.

Wen Shao:......

Hey, there is no dust-purification technique in this world!

Fortunately, there is no dust purification technique, and Wen Shao does not need to do it himself.

The little emperor who was rolling happily saw Wen Shao, his face froze, and he stood obediently: "Uncle Emperor."

"Shi Yi, take the Emperor and Xiao Bai down to clean up."

"Yes."

"Hurry up, the food will get cold later."

Without Wen Shao's urging, the little emperor had already smelled the aroma of the food, washed up quickly and sat at the dining table, looking at it eagerly.

"Eat." Wen Shao ordered.

"It's delicious!" Every time he ate a dish, the little emperor's eyes turned into starry eyes, his mouth was stuffed, and finally his stomach was stuffed too.

On the side, Wen Bai also followed his posture. Not surprisingly, he had eaten his fill, and was sent by Wen Shao to take a walk in the yard to eat.

After this time, Wen Shao took the little emperor out of the palace several times, once for watering, once for weeding, once for fertilizing, once for pest control, and once for harvesting. Let him understand that seeds cannot grow by planting them.

Putting food on the table requires a lot of sweat.

In July, the little emperor finally ate the food grown by himself.

He also saw the power of the new seeds that Wen Shao said - although he had never grown food before, he knew that the yield of food was completely different from these new seeds.

The emperor only tasted a little bit, and the rest was used as seeds to promote.

As the days passed, the little emperor finally grew up. He was no longer so naive, had his own unique insights into government affairs, and finally became a majestic emperor.

Wen Shao then handed over his power bit by bit, and returned to being an idle prince, taking good care of himself in his old age.

Later, the emperor, who was already the father of the child, sneaked to the palace quietly, hugged Wen Bai, who was already a big tiger, and complained to Wen Shao: "Uncle Emperor! You are too leisurely."

Wen Shao smiled slightly.

Meng Simin, on the other hand, died long ago on the second winter day after becoming a rough servant, and no one cared about her.

【Finish】