The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

When Emperor Hongzhi was about to stand up, he felt his waist was about to break.

Fang Cai didn't think when he was harvesting potatoes, but at this stand, although the **** was holding it, it was already turning around. Xiao Jing's eyes were fast, and he embraced the Hongzhi emperor, and the Hongzhi emperor stabilized.

Emperor Hongzhi eased his breath and looked around, saying, "Thirty-three stones?"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, thirty-three stones, this day auspicious, the ancestors of the Ming dynasty are virtuous and lucky in life."

Xiao Jing knelt in the mud and squeezed out tears.

Emperor Hongzhi was too lazy to take care of him, and looked at Fang Jifan, showing a somewhat easy-going smile: "I am not young, I already feel that my waist is about to be broken, but I have so much grain out of the ground. It's relief, you guys ... really my big beam. How do I eat this stuff? "

The captains all stood up, but they all looked at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan said: "Or ... try it?"

"Of course you have to try it!" Emperor Hongzhi laughed.

Zhu Houzhao gave Fang Jifan a glance, but Fang Jifan did not see it.

A group of people hurriedly returned to the Thousand Houses, and the Emperor Hongzhi sat down and said to everyone: "Sit down, I'm tired, and I think you're already lacking."

The eunuchs hurriedly moved their chairs, and the people sat down one after another, and the emperor Hongzhi looked interested, and some people had sent the collected potatoes to the canteen for cooking.

Potato cooking method is very simple, just mix into a puree, put a little sesame oil, and then put a little salt, just stew, this mashed potatoes can be cooked in a pot.

Even if it is a staple food, it should look like a staple food. Zhu Houzhao seemed to think of something, and he brought in an **** and whispered a few words, and the **** hurried away.

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't take care of Zhu Houzhao. In fact, he still had a lot of ups and downs in his heart. It was so productive that it was not more expensive than sweet potatoes.

But can this thing really be eaten?

good to eat?

Will the people eat?

Many of these doubts were lingering in his mind.

All of a sudden, the mood was extremely complicated.

Everyone saw that Emperor Hongzhi was not willing to speak, and naturally he did not dare to be arrogant, but everyone was silent and speechless.

After half an hour, a plate of mashed potatoes was brought up, and everyone looked at the food in the plate ... This thing is like a muddy ...

Xiao Jing personally served a plate of mashed potatoes, and the Emperor Hongzhi looked down. This thing ... really can be eaten?

He hesitated, just about to raise his chopsticks.

At this time, he heard a voice saying: "Father Emperor ..."

Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyes.

However, Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "Before eating this mashed potatoes, you must first have an appetizer porridge."

Emperor Hongzhi was not enough to smile and said: "Is there still such an exquisite?"

Zhu Houzhao said with a stretched face: "Children and Fang Jifan are very particular people."

Fang Jifan was a little speechless, he suspected that Zhu Houzhao was pitting himself.

Zhu Houzhao went straight out of the lobby and went to pick up a bucket of porridge in person.

This porridge was just ordered by the little **** to buy it.

Then, he ordered someone to take the bowl, carrying a wooden spoon, scooping a spoonful of porridge, and then distributed it to the princes present.

"What is this?"

Looking at the 'yellow rice gruel' which is hard to bear, the emperor Hongzhi is confused. Is this gruel? There is not much rice in this porridge, and it is mostly broken rice with yellowing. There is no rice fragrance at all. The porridge is not thick and there are impurities floating from above.

"Father Emperor, this is yellow rice porridge!" Zhu Houzhao answered honestly.

Emperor Hongzhi sneered: "Have you ever seen yellow rice porridge?"

Yes, Emperor Hongzhi has experienced the sufferings of the people and tried the yellow rice porridge in person. Although the taste is not very delicious, it is not too unpalatable, but in any case, he ca n’t put the yellow rice porridge in front of him. , Connected with the yellow rice porridge that he ate in the palace.

Zhu Houzhao said rightly: "Of course the father emperor knows what the yellow rice porridge looks like, but the children know that the father emperor must not know what the yellow rice porridge is eaten by ordinary people. The father emperor wants to experience the suffering of the people in the palace. It takes only a word of mouth, and Yufanfang will try its best to organize it, but how will they arrange the yellow rice porridge? If you want to come, you still have to choose the best yellow rice, full of grains, each one is carefully selected, After that, dig the rice clean, wash away all impurities, cook it with firewood for a few hours, and then add some honey or some sugar, maybe you have to match the father emperor with a small dish , Send it to the father and emperor. "

Zhu Houhao looked at Emperor Hongzhi with a smile, and finally said: "Father Emperor, the son-in-law is right."

"..." Emperor Hongzhi had a feeling that his face was being pumped, and his face was hot and a little painful.

But ... he glanced at Xiao Jing, who bowed and bowed his head.

Emperor Hongzhi already understood what he was doing, but he only tried to make a case, but said nothing.

Zhu Houzhao said at this time: "Lao Fang ... ah, no, the new Bo Fang Jifan once told a joke to the children, saying that he was an ignorant old farmer, thinking about the emperor Laozi in the Forbidden City ..."

Fang Jifan's body shocked and immediately said: "His Royal Highness, don't talk nonsense, the minister has never said such words about the emperor Laozi. The minister said that the old farmer thought about the Holy Emperor in the Forbidden City ... It is the Holy Emperor, not the Emperor Laozi!"

Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "Well, even if it is the Holy Emperor, this old peasant is thinking, how will the Saint Emperor and his elders plant the land? When the Saint Emperor and his elders cultivate the land, they must use a gold pole or a gold hoe. . "

As soon as this remark came out, Emperor Hongzhi was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

Liu Jian and others also laughed.

Old farmers are ignorant, and such jokes are not impossible.

Zhu Houzhao immediately said: "But ... Father Emperor ... The son of the son is relatively straightforward. Let's just say this. The old peasant is ignorant, isn't the father emperor very ignorant? But the father and emperor are in the palace, and the people who think about it are not so bad? So let ’s say this yellow rice porridge. The children bluntly said that the yellow rice porridge that the father emperor drinks and the old farmers drink Although the name of yellow rice porridge is the same, it is actually two completely different things. Just like the ginseng soup of the father emperor's Shangshan prison, the ginseng soup that ordinary people drink is also completely different. "

"Don't the father emperor always let the children experience the sufferings of the people and understand the suffering of the people?" Zhu Houzhao said here, proudly raised his chest: "The children have experienced it and the yellow rice porridge has been drunk. Ordinary people really take the yellow rice porridge as a staple food, and the father and emperor may also try it. "

"..."

Emperor Hongzhi did not speak. He stretched his face and looked down seriously at the yellow rice porridge in front of him.

Although Zhu Houzhao's words are sharp, this kid always seems to be like this.

But in front of so many courtiers, it seemed too much.

But ... Emperor Hongzhi didn't blame him, after all, this kid really made sense.

It seems ... this is my fault, and I have some oversight.

He smiled slightly: "Well, then I will try this real yellow rice porridge."

Having said that, he raised the porridge bowl, took the silver spoon, sipped it gently, and then frowned.

A rancid taste rushed directly to the taste buds, spreading rapidly throughout the mouth. This taste, the clear soup and water, is not only unpalatable, it is really unbearable.

He raised his eyes slightly, but saw Zhu Houzhao looking forward, as if he had been expecting him to drink the yellow rice porridge clean.

This……

Emperor Hongzhi thought in his heart that the truth was justified, and that the crown prince was indeed more stable than before, and was able to experience the suffering of the people. This is indeed very gratifying. But is he so eager to read my jokes? This ... is not a matter of reason, but ... a matter of attitude.

Are you still a son?

Suppressing his anger, Emperor Hongzhi still smiled! To be calm, you don't have to be angry with him. Today is a good day, and you should be happy.

A bowl of porridge is almost finished with a pinched nose. It is difficult to eat and it is even worse than medicine.

Liu Jian and others saw a bowl of yellow rice porridge in one breath, who wouldn't drink it? Take up the porridge one by one, just ...

After taking the first sip, I wanted to die.

Among them, even the people with the lowest background, they are also middle-class families, otherwise they ca n’t afford them to study and let them be named in the gold list. Many ministers once made an appearance to the emperor, telling them that their family is poor and from a meager background. The so-called bitter cold days in their hearts were also three meals a day, and they cooked white rice every three minutes and five times.

But this yellow rice porridge, compared to their lightest food, is simply pig food.

Shen Wen woke up long ago, he found himself very sad, and actually suffered a second time, and suffered a second punishment. This yellow rice porridge almost vomited out after half a drink. He can only gritt his teeth and use his unmatched perseverance to hold it down.

A stomachy smell of water, echoed in his belly and throat ... he was so blue, like a monk in Shaolin Temple learning iron cloth shirts, his fists were clenched in both hands, he was clenched to death, his muscles were tight, and it was just like HO HO, showing China's Wuwei !

The sufferings of the people today ... Emperor Hongzhi is really real. I have seen Wang Er in the past, and I feel bitter when I see their homemates ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~. Later, when Ouyang Zhi said that the military and civilians in Liaodong suffered, the Emperor Hongzhi also felt bitter, and seemed to feel that he felt the same.

But today's yellow rice porridge is really bitter.

"Your Majesty, please use potatoes."

Fang Jifan saw that his princes were uncomfortable, and his conscience was condemned. His Royal Highness was really thought-provoking. He used his own set to deal with his father's head. This guy ... will kill himself sooner or later, Fang Jifan feels that he should warn himself and draw a line with this guy who likes to die.

At this time, Emperor Hongzhi took a deep breath, picked up the silver spoon, and scooped a bite of mashed potatoes.

At the entrance of the mashed potatoes, Emperor Hongzhi felt something unspeakable.

Emperor Hongzhi swallowed slowly, what is this taste like?

How to describe it?

Finally, a thought came to his mind: "It's so sweet!"