Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

Yinzhen was stunned for a moment. Is his eldest son so perceptive?

However, he did not tell the truth, but abruptly changed the subject: "Everything is fine in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, nothing happened, you are worrying too much. Okay, let's go, your mother and the others are still waiting for us!"

Um, Ama, could you please stop looking at me when you say this? You're obviously lying!

Forget it. There are too many people on the palace road, so I should go back and ask again.

Honghui pretended to be convinced, and stopped asking questions along the way, and returned quietly to Yonghe Palace.

……

What happened in the Hall of Supreme Harmony was spread the next day, and Yinzhen's efforts were in vain.

Yes, there were many people at the banquet, and even if His Majesty gave an order to keep the news secret, there was a possibility that it would get out. What's more, His Majesty had no intention of keeping the news secret, so it would be strange if the news didn't get out.

However, the person who spread the news seemed to be afraid of angering the Emperor, so the news was only circulated in a small circle within the harem, the royal family, and the clan, and was not heard by court officials and the people.

After learning the truth, Honghui sighed and said with emotion: "All of these royal grandchildren are young and energetic, and they haven't grown up yet!"

Yixiu looked at her son with amusement: "You are saying this as if you are much older than them. You are only five years old, younger than any of them."

Honghui defended himself, "My son is young, but he is mature. Although these cousins ​​are older than him, they have always been spoiled. It is too early for them to grow up! If they run into obstacles and suffer a few more times, it will be hard for them not to grow up and become sensible!"

"And my father is worrying about nothing. What is there to hide? No matter how his son asks him, he refuses to tell. There are so many people who know about it, but he is still afraid that his son will know about the embarrassing things of his cousins."...

Yixiu looked at her son who kept nagging, and felt she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Your father is sticking to his original intention... Never mind, I won't talk to you anymore! Okay, okay, what you said makes sense, okay? Hurry up and pack up, your father asked you to go to the front yard to entertain guests."

"Okay, I'll go right away, son."

His doubts resolved, Honghui did not pursue the issue any further as it was none of his business anyway.

Over the next few days, he went to the front yard to entertain guests every day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the afternoon, but never in both the morning and the afternoon.

In fact, there are quite a few people who want to come to the mansion to pay New Year's greetings this year. Most of them are minor officials from the previous dynasty who wanted to take advantage of the situation, but none of them were allowed in.

After many twists and turns, the mansion is still deserted!

After the eighth day of the first lunar month, no one came to visit the mansion anymore. Honghui had some free time and began to deal with the issue of honeycomb briquettes.

Since the honeycomb is pressed out, we must make a tool. I don't think a tool made of wood will work, so an iron tool would be more suitable.

Then you need a blacksmith!

His mother did not bring him any farm as a dowry, and could not help him with the blacksmith matter, so he could only ask his father for help.

"Father, your son wants to ask you for a skilled blacksmith..."

Yinzhen interrupted him and said, "Is it about the coal again? I was wondering when you would come and talk to me!"

"Ama, do you know?"

"What does my father know about this mansion? You worried about the coal issue for a month before the New Year, and you were writing and drawing during the New Year. Aren't those pictures in your study the tools for pressing coal briquettes? You can see them at a glance when you put them on the table. My father is not blind!"

Honghui asked, "Do you think the pictures your son drew are useful? He has no one to ask for advice, so he can only figure it out on his own."

"Father has seen your coal cakes and drawings, but he doesn't know much about them. You should ask the blacksmith about iron tools. Father has already arranged a skilled and capable blacksmith for you. He is now at the farm outside Beijing, ready for you whenever you need him."

"Father, you are so kind!" Honghui said happily, "My son needs someone now. Please send someone to inform him."

Yinzhen nodded, called Su Peisheng over and gave him the order.

"Okay, the blacksmith will take care of the rest. You just need to focus and start studying in the front yard from grade twelve." Yinzhen was not very concerned about coal matters. He was more concerned about his eldest son's academic problems.

In Yinzhen's mind, the price of coal was already considered low, how much lower could it be? He would not easily believe the "honeycomb coal" mentioned by his eldest son until it became a reality.

Honghui didn't bother to continue. He just hurriedly agreed: "Son knows."

Ten days of leave during the Chinese New Year was already a favor from my father. The uncles who stayed in the upper study only had one day off on the first day of the new year. What could they do on that day off? It would take most of the day just to attend the banquet in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, leaving them only two or three hours of rest time.

Forget it, don't think about it anymore. If I think about it any more, Honghui doesn't want to go to the palace to study! From morning to night, from the hour of the zodiac to the hour of the rooster, the annual vacation is no more than five days, and there is also the torture of "one hundred and twenty times" Dafa. Honghui suddenly worried about his future.

Fortunately, there is still a year to go, and during this year he must prepare himself mentally so that he won't feel uncomfortable when he enters the study room to study.

Thinking of this, he asked one more question about this year's teaching schedule: "Father, can my son only study miscellaneous subjects this year? Does he have to wait until he goes to the palace to study before he can continue studying Confucian classics?"

Yinzhen pondered for a moment, and then slowly explained: "You should continue to study miscellaneous subjects in the first half of this year, and we will talk about it after the Mid-Autumn Festival. I think I should be able to teach you Mencius by then. After all, you will be six years old in another year."

Honghui now had an idea in mind. It would take another half a year, so he just had to wait!

"Father, can this year's miscellaneous subjects focus on agriculture and medicine? My son just boasted to the Emperor Mafa, so I want to start working hard from now on. I don't want to lose faith in the Emperor Mafa when I grow up."

Yinzhen said without hesitation: "Of course, you have ambitions in your heart, how can I not take it seriously? Let Mr. Dai teach you agriculture first. As for medicine, you can't learn much just by reading medical books. Wait for me to find an old doctor for you and ask him to come to teach you. But agriculture and medicine are profound, plus a few other miscellaneous studies, can you handle it?"

"Son, you can!" Honghui's tone was firm and powerful, his eyes were sincere, without the slightest guilt or fear, "Father, just let the teacher teach our son."

"Okay, go back and review your studies first. When you enter school, Mr. Dai will definitely test your homework."

Yinzhen didn't say a word of rebuttal or encouragement! Everything depended on the eldest son's performance in the future. If he couldn't handle it, he would just have to take one or two courses. Anyway, there would be plenty of time to continue teaching him in the future.