The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Xishan!

In the early morning, almost all the students arrived in school.

After clicking Mao, let them rest for a while, Shen Ao can't wait to return to the shed, as soon as the burden is opened, the little tiger will come up!

Shen Ao took out the sugar gourd, took out the sweet and sour pork ribs packed in the bamboo tube, took out a rattle, and a sugar man.

Little Huzi danced with excitement, constantly shaking the rattle, making a pleasant sound. Then, he proudly pinned the rattle on his waistband, but he was reluctant to eat sugar gourd and treasured it as a treasure.

Shen Ao began to ask Zhang Sanba decoction again, just in case, this time he brought a dozen flavors of medicine, part of which was used to treat Zhang Mother's disease, and part of it was reserved.

Zhang Sanba showed a simple smile to Shen Ao, and was grateful: "Thank you, with these medicines, 80% of this disease will be better."

Shen Ao looked at the mother Zhang on the straw, and there was a trace of sadness in the bottom of her eyes. Mother Zhang was too old. At this time, she was displaced again and again. A serious illness almost exhausted all her energy. It can be said that it was To the point where the lights are running out, even if Zhao Fang cures the disease, whether he can survive this winter is unknown.

For the first time, he had such a close encounter with life and death. In the book, the lightly written "people eating" and "people are like grass and mustard". These few encounters with disasters and ordinary people. At that time, they read nothing. Feeling, even he couldn't help thinking, these people are really stupid, if there is nothing to eat in the field, why not go down the river to catch fish, not go up the mountain to catch finches?

But now, really close contact with Zhang Sanba and his mother, as well as this child from a poor family, he only knew how much blood and tears were behind that temperatureless vocabulary.

He even knew that Zhang Sanba was lucky. After all, he was fortunate enough to come to Xishan and be sheltered by His Royal Highness the Prince and Xin Bo.

Mother Zhang is also lucky, at least ... she is not hungry anymore, and she lacks doctors and medicine.

Their luck has made Shen Ao understand the misfortune. From this, it can be imagined how desperate those unfortunate people should be.

Shen Ao silently, he gradually got used to silence, sighed, seemed to feel that he should say something, said: "Yeah, after taking the medicine, the pain will be relieved."

But he dare not look at Zhang Sanba's eyes.

He has an indescribable sadness, feels ashamed, and even self-confident, he should not only be ashamed of himself, but also his father, and many of his uncles.

The clapper sounded.

Someone came to each household to notify: "No need to burn the stove and go to the dining hall today. Unfortunately, three cows were killed yesterday. Hey, what a shame. His Royal Highness the Prince and Xinjian Bowan had no choice but to slaughter the cow and boil the bone Soup, and roast beef and potatoes to eat. This cow is really pitiful. I usually cultivated the land for us and ate wheat straw, so I would sell energy for us. When I was dead, I would give you nourishment. Commanded, the Xishan cattle will be watched closely in the future, don't let them fall and bump, this cattle ... not easy! "

In the dining room, it was full of heat. Because there were so many people, the chairs were all withdrawn. Everyone had to stand. A pot of potato roast beef was moved in. There was also a soup made of beef bones. Moving, staring at the meat in the pot one after another.

Zhu Houzhao shrugged his head and did not appear in front of the students and farmers.

Three cows is actually enough.

The miners have sent Wang Jinyuan a hundred pounds to give them some food. Thousands of households in Tuntian also sent a few hundred pounds, and the rest were all placed in the dining room.

Fang Jifan was in a good mood and whistled: "His Royal Highness, it's time to eat meat."

Zhuhou stared at Fang Jifan with a sense of guilt, and concealed: "Why is it that this palace is hands-on every time, you stand on the wind."

Fang Jifan patted his shoulder and said: "His Royal Highness, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

"So you all blame you." Zhu Houzhao turned towards Fang Jifan's teeth.

Fang Jifan is a bit stunned, is this also blaming me? Did I tell you to kill? I just said that the cow was brisk and the meat must be very tender!

Fang Jifan said angrily towards Liu Jin: "Liu Jin, you come to judge, who blamed this?"

Liu Jin had already smelled the meat, and his thoughts had flown into the cafeteria, swallowing saliva all the time, he ... was hungry again.

If he can, he can challenge whether he can put a cow in his stomach.

Xin Jianbo suddenly asked, Liu Jin finally recovered from his brain-filled beef!

It's just ... Looking at Fang Jifan's murderous eyes, Liu Jin shivered and couldn't eat anymore.

"..." After a short silence, he noticed the trap under the question, which was ... a proposition.

"Strange slave maid ..." Liu Jin pounded his small chest and squeezed out tears: "All the slave maid is bad, the slave maid is greedy, and the court hangs the cow that the slave maid kills. The slave maid deserves to die.

It sounds like such a thing.

Zhu Houzhao was happy, and immediately embraced Fang Jifan's shoulders: "Lao Fang, this palace is much better in my heart, let's go and eat meat."

Fang Jifan also said happily: "Go!"

Liu Jin cried for half and whimpered before feeling that his back was wet, so dangerous! But when I heard that I was going to eat meat, I didn't think about it anymore, and hurried to catch up.

In fact, Zhu Houzhao is quite a man in the post of dean.

Fang Jifan concluded afterwards that he realized that Ming Wuzong in history was by no means worthy of fame.

He was in Datong, and he was able to defeat the little prince who had risen in Tatar at that time. It was more than luck.

This guy has a very good way to lead soldiers. He is willing to share the same hardship with others, refuses to eat single food, and leads the way. This is all the basic quality of a famous general.

When he came here to teach and educate people, he actually used such a routine. He used the strict system established by Fang Jifan to ask others, but at the same time, he used himself as a model. Since he wanted others to cultivate, he would first cultivate and let others and farmers. They lived together, he also lived with the farmers, and wanted someone else to work hard at night after a hard day, and he also took night classes very seriously.

Even, he also learned to take notes, his bed does not need Liu Jin to clean up, get up early in the morning, he will roll up.

At noontime, like everyone else, he took a clothes basket and took Fang Jifan to wash by the river. Fang Jifan was not in good health. Everyone knew that the old party had a brain disease. Sometimes Fang Jifan felt dizzy when he was washing and hid in a shed. Going to take a break, Zhu Houzhao had to take the clothes in Fang Jifan's basket and take good care of the patient.

After washing for a while, Zhu Hou Zhao happily trot from the river, like finding something new, carrying a piece of clothing in his hand, beautiful and authentic: "Laofang, Laofang, what are you."

Fang Jifan felt a little cold under the shed. He chewed the straw in his mouth. When he saw what Zhu Houzhao was rushing, he took it under his nose and sniffed: "Salted fish ... I usually didn't see you through."

"..." Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao sympathetically. He couldn't bear to tell Zhu Houzhao that this is the reason why Nei * has a salty fish smell, probably because ... there was a lot more sweat in supervising everyone's digging in the morning.

The ancients do n’t wear the inner *. Fang Jifan is different after all. He is a three-generation single biography. The future reproduction of the Fang family falls on himself. Therefore, Fang Jifan is exceptionally protective of his children and grandchildren. A few pieces were sewn out.

Now looking at Zhu Houzhao's curious look, he heard and propped up to observe left and right. Fang Jifan thought for a while and then said, "This ... this is a face towel."

"Yeah?" Zhu Houzhao said with a surprised face, "Wash it on your head?"

"Probably right." Fang Jifan answered ambiguously.

Zhu Houzhao said cheerfully: "Next time I will do a try at this palace, or else, this face towel will be used by this palace first tomorrow? That's done."

Zhu Houzhao didn't wait for Fang Jifan to reply, he already turned around, and he rushed to the river to wash. He seemed to feel a little weird. He tried to cover his head and wiped his face. He always felt very inconvenient, but soon he didn't I pondered blindly, the unity of knowledge and deeds, I used it first and then pondered the truth.

Fang Jifan swears that he will never wear Nei * again, otherwise one day, if Zhu Houzhao knows the function of this Nei *, he will definitely cut off his head.

In addition, it is necessary to sew a dozen more pieces specifically for washing your face, so that you can leave no flaws at all.

Um ... it's still a small life, as for the children and grandchildren, there is a way to leave Qingshan without worry or firewood!

Zhu Houzhao bent over to wash laundry. It was very serious. The winter water was very cold. Zhu Houzhao took off his boots and stepped into the river beach. When he first launched into the water, he first grinned with cold teeth and gradually adapted to the temperature ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Then he bent down, put soap on his clothes, learned how other people were doing laundry, and rubbed his clothes vigorously, but from time to time he yelled at Fang Jifan on the shore: "Lao Fang, has your head gone?"

"Just fine, fine!"

Then he lowered his head and continued to scrub a pair, but felt his body warm up, sweat fell in the river, and rippled.

Fang Jifan looked at Xiao Zhu Xiucai beautifully, and he couldn't help feeling. God loves to eat and eat. If there is no brain disease, this day really can't be over. Those who do big things can't be lazy, hum, if not me Brain disease, this young master will also be responsible ... things must be personally involved.

In this closed environment, people like Shen Ao are gradually changing, and everyone is affected by each other. Isn't Zhu Houzhao so?

Fang Jifan influenced Zhu Houzhao. Zhu Houzhao influenced the readers. Why didn't the readers affect the Crown Prince?

His Royal Highness, the scholars, farmers, miners, and guards, plus the successor to each other, collided with each other under different values, and eventually merged gradually.

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