Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 528 Benefiting the Country and the People

  East Factory.

   Zhang Xi, the leader of the big stall, is also at a loss at the moment.

   Can't see through.

  He didn't dare to be negligent, and hastily passed the news to the palace.

  Liu Jian was not on duty last night. He was old and woke up early in the morning. After washing up carelessly, he ate pastry and needed a few sips of tea to calm himself down.

  He is not in a bad mood, because he is old and the weather is cold, so His Majesty ordered him to be on duty later.

  Today, His Majesty really has nothing to say to his subjects.

  After drinking two cups of tea, Liu Jian looked out the window at the bare trees and the gloomy sky, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It's freezing cold and everything is dead.

He doesn't like the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month. Thinking about it, people in this world don't like it. He couldn't help sighing, and said to himself: "In a few days, I'm afraid it will snow. How many people and beasts died from the snow disaster.”

   After speaking, he got up, and at this time, Liu Jie came.

Seeing Liu Jie, Liu Jian looked very happy, raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "Zizhao, haven't you gone to school today? How is your homework now, and it's time for Chunwei soon, so let's fight for your breath." .”

  He is full of hope for his son. The 16th year of Hongzhi's spring is about to begin. Once he is in high school, Liu Jian will be regarded as a real successor, and he will have nothing to worry about in this life.

  Liu Jie glanced at his father, and immediately said respectfully: "The weather is getting colder and colder, my son knitted a shirt for you."

   "..."

What…

  Liu Jian thought he had heard it wrong, so he couldn't help blinking his eyes, astonishment flashed across his eyes.

  He remembered that at the beginning, in fact, he secretly laughed at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

  Look at how angry His Majesty is, His Royal Highness is not worried, and actually works as a female celebrity there all day long, is that something His Royal Highness should do? Isn't His Highness the Crown Prince supposed to fight like this?

But…

   Now his son is learning from His Royal Highness the Prince.

  This is something only women do, how can my son learn it?

  Liu Jian's smile gradually disappeared, leaving only the last remnant of muscles on his face, he frowned deeply, and said suddenly.

   "Don't you forget, what is your main job, and you are still a female celebrity? Who told you to do it, this person is wicked or not, what does this mean, my son is an upright man!"

Seeing that Liu Jian was very excited, Liu Jie couldn't help explaining: "This is the teaching of the master. Let us, when we are studying and weaving clothes, the son is thinking, since this is the case, the father has to go to work every day. It's getting colder and colder, so it's good for my father to wear it to work."

  Liu Jian was so angry that he pointed at Liu Jie and cursed: "I don't want to wear any clothes, what I want is your title on the gold list, you rebellious son, what's the problem if I freeze to death, you..."

  Liu Jie bowed down, holding the sweater in both hands, and said very respectfully: "I invite my father to wear it, and go to work again."

  Liu Jian really has no choice but to go to Xishan Academy to study. As a father, he is recognized. But when I went to Xishan, I only recognized my master and benefactor, and my father's teachings were all thrown away. This...

  Liu Jian was furious, his old face flushed red: "Why don't you..."

Hey…

   After sighing, some wanted to stomp their feet.

  As for Liu Jie's clothes, they are fluffy and somewhat rare.

  Is this clothes?

   After all, he is different from the emperor, who is harsh and strict to his son.

   And Liu Jian is the chief assistant of the cabinet, can he beat his son with his hands and make a fuss?

  He consciously himself is a cultivated person.

  So, taking a deep breath, he said helplessly, "Come on, try it for your father."

  He took off his official uniform himself, with a jacket inside.

  Taking off the jacket again, revealing the inner garment, Liu Jie stepped forward and put it on for Liu Jian himself.

   It's just... It's a little embarrassing that Liu Jian's head is relatively big, and the neckline of the sweater is small, so the neckline got stuck on his head. Liu Jian felt that he was about to suffocate, and couldn't help panting.

   "Hey, hey... head, head, be lighter, and... don't mess up the old man's bun, don't mess up the bun."

   Liu Jie was sweating profusely, whether he tried hard or not.

   Liu Jian's eyes were covered by this fluffy sweater, which was equivalent to being covered with a hood, and he felt that he was about to suffocate.

   After much difficulty, the neckline was put on, and Liu Jian's face was exposed. His face was flushed, and his face was ashen ashes. He said helplessly, "I will die."

  Liu Jie helped him by putting on the sweater. After putting it on, his body felt a little uncomfortable.

  Liu Jian looked at himself up and down, his nose quivered slightly, and couldn't help but said: "The clothes are a little tight."

Liu Jie looked at his father wrapped tightly in a sweater, looking very uncomfortable, and felt a little uncomfortable, but he comforted him: "Master said, if you get used to it, it won't be tight, just It will be much more comfortable, Dad, but do you still feel cold?"

  Liu Jian held back for a long time before uttering a word: "Hot!"

  When I was just getting dressed, my life was about to die, I was sweating all over in shock, and there was a warm basin in the room, with red-hot anthracites steaming hot.

  Plus this sweater is very hot once you wear it.

  Liu Jian moved his muscles and bones, and seemed to feel better than before.

  He couldn't help but walked out of the house, outside, the cool wind was blowing.

  But the upper body doesn't feel cold at all.

   On the contrary... XIA's body suddenly felt a cool feeling, which I didn't feel before, maybe because the sweater was too warm. This comparison is decisive.

"It's really cold." Liu Jian stood under the eaves, still feeling warm. Slowly, he felt that his face and hands were not as cold as before. After walking a few steps, he looked back. Liu Jie took a look: "Is this your female celebrity?"

Liu Jie nodded and said: "Father, weaving clothes is weaving clothes. Why did you become a female celebrity? This is the son's filial piety to his father, and he is afraid that his father will catch the cold in winter. It took half a month to learn how to weave. of."

  Liu Jian suddenly felt comfortable.

   Not only warm on the body, but also warm in the heart.

  Yes, the country ruled the world with filial piety.

  Filial piety is the righteousness, and everything else is trivial.

   "It's so warm, this thing must have cost a lot."

   "It's not expensive." Liu Jie said honestly, "It's just about two catties of wool, and a catty of wool is only a few tens of pennies. In total, two hundred pennies are not needed."

   "What?" Liu Jian stared at Liu Jie dumbfounded. As a cabinet minister, he is extremely sensitive.

  This thing is not uncommon even if it sells for three or five taels of silver. Even for such a rare thing, it is normal to sell it for ten or twenty taels. The problem is that its price...is actually as low as a hundred dollars.

   This hundred words, even ordinary people, can barely afford it.

  Compared to expensive leather goods, which cost a few taels of silver or even dozens of taels of silver, if everyone wears this, how many people go out without worrying about the wind and cold.

  His face was flushed, and he felt that his body was getting hotter and hotter. The warm clothes seemed to continuously bring heat to his body.

The ancients were actually more resistant to cold. After all, in that era, there was no air conditioner, no heating, and even clothes to keep out the cold were pitiful. People would gradually adapt to the cold weather. This is different from later generations. I don't feel anything, I still feel my hands and feet are cold.

  Liu Jian thought about it for a while, and then asked Liu Jie very seriously.

   "How many lines are you talking about?"

   "As much as you want, Shigong has set up a workshop in Xishan, and now it can produce a thousand catties a day, but the goal in the future is ten thousand catties, one hundred thousand catties..."

   "This guy..." Liu Jian's eyes lit up.

   Cheap...to keep out the cold...massive supply.

   Only these three things can truly improve people's livelihood.

   Temple princes and scholars are most opposed to extravagance and waste. No matter how good or delicate your stuff is, Confucians strongly resist it. They think it is a clever and obscene technique, but this kind of fabric is different.

  Such a good thing can save many people who are away from home, but its price is surprisingly low.

  Liu Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded to Liu Jie very satisfied: "I took the clothes for my father, you should go to the academy to study."

  He had already started to feel active, and hurried to put on his official robe over the sweater, ready to enter the palace.

  …

  Liu Jie also heaved a sigh of relief, and hurried back to his study.

  Take out a piece of paper, on which is a question: "I wear a sweater for my father".

  Now... This question can finally be done. He picked up the pen, followed the dragon snake, and recorded what happened just now. Then, he talked about his feelings, which were nothing more than the kindness of nurturing.

very good…

  After finishing it in one go, he put down his pen and moved his wrist. In this way, the homework assigned was considered complete.

Perfect!

  ...

  Zhu Houzhao was going to Dongshi early in the morning, but unexpectedly, someone came from the palace and invited him into the palace.

   Zhu Houzhao has not been summoned by his father for a long time. He almost forgot that he has a father after such a long time.

But as soon as he heard his father's call, Zhu Houzhao had a bad feeling. His father was moody, and his thoughts were unpredictable, but he didn't know what was going on. Everyone called to the door, and he felt tense. Not happy, but dare to neglect, so I have to obediently go.

  Emperor Hongzhi is in the warm pavilion, squinting his eyes. This is a personal grievance. Of course, the less people know about the matter between the father and son of the Tian family, the better.

So he leaned on the cushion, leaned slightly, and in his mind, he was thinking of the scene when the prince was a female celebrity. He didn't have the slightest expression on his face, but remained silent for a long time, but at this moment, there was a little **** outside. Probe into the brain.

  Xiao Jing felt that he was almost suffocating, and deliberately pretended that he didn't see the little eunuch.

  Emperor Hongzhi said indifferently: "Go and ask, what's the matter."

   "Yes." Xiao Jingcai nodded obediently, went out, stood under the eaves of the Nuan Pavilion, looked at the little **** coldly, and said, "What's the matter?"

  (end of this chapter)