Reborn as a bride, pretending to be virtuous, the prince held his waist and regretted

The eunuchs stared with wide eyes from beginning to end.

At first, Aunt Zhao was a little scared, but when she saw the Crown Prince's wife was there, she slowly relaxed.

The griddle with the raised arc in the middle was heated up, and the surface of the griddle was wiped with a clean cloth soaked in oil, and the griddle became shiny.

Aunt Zhao held a one-and-a-half-foot-long bamboo strip in one hand and used a wooden spoon to pour the batter onto the griddle with the other hand. She quickly used the bamboo strip to spread the batter along the edge of the griddle, trying to make it as thin as possible.

The pan needs to be cooked over low heat until the pancake is fully cooked and some parts are already cooked. After a few more breaths, the edges of the pancake will curl up.

Aunt Zhao used a bamboo stick to pick up the edge, and then the whole pancake was peeled off.

"Let me try it first." Gu Xiling reached out and tore off a piece, chewing it in small bites. "It's a little rough in texture, but it tastes quite fragrant."

Aunt Zhao smiled and said, "Madam, I haven't eaten it, but it smells delicious and should taste good. If it is ground finer, it may not be so coarse."

Gu Xiling nodded, "Aunt Zhao is right."

The eunuchs looked at the yellow pancakes, which were crispy and became softer after a while. "Madam, can I have some? After all, His Majesty will eat these later. I have to ensure that they are edible and safe."

Gu Xiling nodded and agreed happily, "Eunuch Wang, of course. Your Majesty must be extremely careful with the things he uses! This is also the reason why I stay here all the time."

Eunuch Wang nodded and smiled, "Thank you, Madam!"

Eunuch Wang took half a corn pancake, put it to his mouth to taste it, and the more he chewed it, the more delicious it became.

"I didn't expect that such high-yield corn would taste good. If it can be promoted, the people will be blessed."

Most of these eunuchs in the palace were sent to serve as eunuchs because of their poverty.

As long as there is a job outside, no one would send a child to the palace to be raised as a disabled person.

Gu Xiling agreed with him. "Eunuch Wang is right. This thing can fill you up! I'll ask the kitchen to cook some food. I'll bring it over later. Let's try it."

Eunuch Wang bowed and said with a smile: "I will follow the arrangements of the Crown Prince's wife! This pancake spread is good, and we have to continue to trouble this old sister-in-law to spread the pancakes."

When Aunt Zhao heard people from the palace praising her pancakes, she said, "Country people can't do anything else but making pancakes. Your Excellency is too kind."

Although she spoke modestly, Aunt Zhao did not stop working. Instead, she made the pancakes more skillfully and at a faster speed.

In the kitchen, Xiulan and the eunuch were staring at the door without blinking.

Lunch was about to be ready, and the eunuch sent someone to invite His Majesty to come and eat.

At this time, Emperor Kangping did not have the airs of an emperor at all. Instead, he looked like an old farmer, sitting on a round stool made of corn husks, digging and rubbing corn.

The left prime minister advised: "Your Majesty, the weather is hot, you should not do these rough jobs! Let me lead the work, and you can enjoy the cool under the tree."

Emperor Kangping laughed loudly. His face was slightly red from the scorching sun, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. "Every year I farm in person, but it's always in the spring when the weather is just right. This is the first time I work under the scorching sun in late summer and early autumn."

"Although my face is a little hot and painful from the sun, when I see these high-yield corns and think that more people will have enough to eat in the future, I don't mind how hot or tired I am."

The other ministers were all in casual clothes. Since His Majesty was so casual, they could also let go.

Marquis of Changning Zhou Ze watched his majesty and the court officials working enthusiastically, but most of them were clumsy.

Of course, there are also some who are very skilled. They usually come from poor families and have done farm work when they were young.

He felt that Emperor Kangping was genuinely happy, but he was also doing it on purpose, which confirmed his emphasis on agriculture and sericulture.

The court officials followed suit and "set up a platform" for Emperor Kangping.

Although he understood this, Changning Marquis Zhou Ze would not say much.

However, Changning Hou Zhou Ze was unwilling to work under the sun, but as a minister, it was a bit inappropriate for him to hide under a tree to enjoy the cool air.

Changning Marquis Zhou Ze walked to the shade of the tree and sat on the bamboo sedan chair. "Jin'er, your father heard that you were not feeling well. I will take you back to the farm to rest."

"Father, I'm not feeling unwell." Zhou Jin replied. He still had a bamboo board on his legs and couldn't work, so he had been sitting under the shade of a tree.

Chang Ning stared at Zhou Jin with dark eyes and said in a low voice, "You are feeling unwell."

This son has no tacit understanding with his father.

"This..." Zhou Jin was stunned, and then he understood that his father was too clean. He probably thought the work was dirty and tiring, but he was embarrassed to leave in public, so he used his son as a raft. "Oh, it's really uncomfortable, father, please take me back."

Zhou Ze, the Marquis of Changning, smiled and spoke with concern, his voice getting louder. "Jin'er, if you feel uncomfortable, go back. I also have something to tell you. Send the prince back to the manor."

The bamboo sedan chair was carried away, and Marquis Changning turned around to ask for leave from Emperor Ping of Zhou, "Your Majesty, Jin'er is too happy. He has been anxious these days and feels a little unwell. I will take him back first."

Emperor Kang Ping readily agreed, "Zhou Jin, you have worked hard these past few months. As a father, you haven't seen your son for a long time. I'm sure you have something to say. Send Zhou Jin back quickly."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Changning Marquis Zhou Ze expressed his gratitude. He had already made enough contributions and there was really no need to be too proactive. He should always give other colleagues some "room to live" and give others more opportunities to perform.

Wang Shiwen worked very hard. Although he envied Zhou Jin for being able to go back and rest, his praise for him was not as good as His Majesty's just now.

All this is worth it.

Zhou's father and son returned home, sat under the lush osmanthus tree, smelled the faint osmanthus fragrance in the air, and drank herbal tea.

"Father, why did you call me here?" Zhou Jin asked, thinking that his father had something to tell him.

Changning Marquis Zhou Ze waved his hand, "Nothing, it's just too hot, I don't want to pretend to work over there."

"This..." Zhou Jin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Aren't you afraid of being rejected by your colleagues for being a maverick?"

Marquis Changning shook his head and chuckled, "It's not necessarily a good idea to form a clique. You don't make big mistakes, but you keep making small ones. What's more, I just feel too hot and don't want to work. It's not my fault, and there's no need to wrong myself."

"It's the same when it comes to being a person and doing things. When it's time to be busy, go all out; for some unimportant tasks, push them off if you can. Don't be foolish enough to take on all the responsibilities yourself."

Zhou Jin has become more steady recently and he likes to do everything himself, which is good, but it's too tiring and takes too much to the body.

If it continues like this, Zhou Jin will be exhausted and become an old man before he is forty.

Zhou Jin did not refute his father's words as he did before. He thought about it carefully and nodded, "Father, I understand."

"Huh?" Marquis Changning was surprised. "I thought you were going to contradict me?"

Zhou Jin's face heated up when he heard this, thinking of the time when he was young and ignorant. "You are right. Why should I disagree?"