Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Emperor Hongzhi frowned slightly, and asked in bewilderment, "Hurt farmers? Harm farmers?"

Emperor Hongzhi could not accept Zhu Houzhao's transformation.

And Yang Tinghe couldn't understand it even more.

Zhu Houzhao nodded heavily.

"That's right, the person who wrote the book really doesn't distinguish between the five grains, but he is so shameless that he teaches the people how to farm. Father, don't you think this is harming the people? A person who has never even seen a battlefield makes people feel ashamed." It instructs soldiers who lick their blood to fight; a man who has never raised a horse teaches others how to raise a horse. In the past, if Master Yang read this article to his son, he would definitely not be able to distinguish the goodness of "Book of Encouraging Agriculture" It's bad, but since my son was farming in the Western Mountains, I just realized how hard the farming is."

Emperor Hongzhi looked at Zhu Houzhao's muddy body from top to bottom. Zhu Houzhao said that he had gone to farm, so he couldn't help believing it.

This guy...has actually gone to farm?

Zhu Houzhao is full of confidence: "I still remember that Master Yang taught me a line of poetry, planting a grain of millet in the spring, and harvesting ten thousand seeds in the autumn. There is no idle land in the world, and the farmer still starves to death..."

He recited it word by word, and took a deep look at Yang Tinghe.

Then he continued: "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat drips down to the soil. Who knows that the food on the plate is hard work. This poem is called "Compassion for the Farmers". Master Yang, I have recited it correctly, right?"

"..." Yang Tinghe collected himself, nodded and said, "That's right, I didn't make a mistake."

"Then Master Yang, you read the scriptures, and you are also familiar with this poem... I want to ask, what is said in the poem, who knows that every piece of Chinese food is hard work, do you really feel it?"

Yang Tinghe was questioned by Zhu Houzhao, and had to say: "I feel the same way."

"Okay, then I ask you, every grain is hard work, what kind of hard work is it?"

"This... Hard work is hard work."

Zhu Houzhao smiled, looking very confident: "It seems that Master Yang doesn't know that everything is hard work. This kind of hard work is ten times harder than what Master Yang imagined. Master Yang has experienced it before. Do you feel the constant sensation in your hands and feet?"

"I can imagine."

"You can't imagine!" Zhu Houzhao suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his mind, and he was very happy. He used to think that he had no knowledge, so he didn't understand what others said, and he was only obsessive. But now, I, Zhu Houzhao, also have time to teach you a lesson.

"You can't even imagine, bending over in the field, this bending will last for several hours, and when you want to straighten your waist, you will feel so sore. Has Yang Tinghe ever eaten steamed cakes?"

"..."

Yang Tinghe had no way to deal with these questions being thrown out one after another.

Seeing that he couldn't answer, Zhu Houzhao looked at Emperor Hongzhi and asked seriously: "Father, Master Yang has never eaten steamed cakes. Has Father ever eaten?"

The anger on Emperor Hongzhi's face had dissipated, replaced by a strange look, he couldn't imagine that the crown prince actually asked about Yang Zhan's affairs, let alone when the crown prince was so confident.

Emperor Hongzhi nodded and nodded: "I have eaten steamed cakes, but they were hard to swallow. I also heard that this is a common food for the common people. The common people have worked hard, but this ration shows their hardships."

Emperor Hongzhi was obviously stronger than Emperor Hui of Jin. At least, he would not say what kind of steamed cakes to eat, why not eat minced meat.

Zhu Houzhao pouted.

"Father was wrong. This steamed cake was hard to swallow in Father's mouth, but he didn't know that this steamed cake was a rare delicacy for the common people. The reason why Father felt that steamed cake was hard to swallow was because there was no real It’s just that I have experienced the hardships of farmers. If my father worked hard for two hours under the scorching sun, at this time, his whole body was sweating, his muscles and bones were all exhausted, and his stomach felt like it was being burned. Sticking to the back, at this time, the only thing my father longs for is to have a sip of cold tea, to be able to sit between the ridges and rice paddies, and to eat a steamed pancake. , and can’t be exchanged.”

"Royal father finds it unpalatable, but the real farming households regard it as a luxury."

"Really?" Emperor Hongzhi frowned slightly. He obviously couldn't imagine it, but after thinking about it carefully, it made sense.

Zhu Houzhao then said again: "So, the "Book of Persuasion to Agriculture" is simply nonsense. My ministers have not cultivated before, and they may still believe his nonsense, but they really leaned over to cultivate. Only then do you know that this article is unbearable, but This kind of article is what Master Yang wants to teach to my minister, he also taught my minister "Poems of Compassion for Farmers", my minister is thinking, Master Yang wants to use these poems and articles to let my minister know the hardships of people's livelihood."

"But he was wrong." Zhu Houzhao made a mistake this time, and Emperor Hongzhi was never furious again.

"He was wrong. He clearly wanted to experience the hardships of farmers. He didn't need to spend so much effort. He just sat in the Minglun Hall and talked loudly. He only needed to go to the field, cultivate a piece of land, plant a handful of rice seedlings, and harvest. A piece of wheat can naturally empathize, but every day, some people who have never farmed at all are used to use their articles to teach the so-called 'big principles'."

Emperor Hongzhi stared at Zhu Houzhao, and he had a strange feeling that this guy had plowed the land by himself, and his tail was about to rise to the sky.

Zhu Houzhao suddenly said sharply: "Master Yang and the others are wrong here!"

"Wrong..." Yang Tinghe's face was very ugly, he was the prince's teacher, and the prince said to his face that he was picking his own fault...

Zhu Houzhao sneered.

"This

Many people in the court are also wrong here. There are few people who do things and too many people who talk empty words. When talking about articles, everyone shakes their heads, cites scriptures, and talks about the way of saints. As for the way, the way of a sage is nothing more than loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness. To learn from a sage, you only need to know that you must have a heart of loyalty and filial piety to your father and emperor, and benevolence and righteousness to the soldiers and civilians. "

"Having learned these knowledge is completely enough. But since you already know loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, how can you be loyal, filial, benevolent and righteous? Father, if the sons and ministers talk to Father every day in front of Father, what is loyalty?" , What is filial piety, parroting the words of this sage every day, is this the loyalty and filial piety of the father?"

"Master Wang said, this is not right. The so-called loyalty and filial piety are just conscience. If you understand it in your heart, then you should do it. When the father is sick, the sons and ministers should serve at the sick bed. This is loyalty. Father Worrying about the country, sons and ministers sharing worries for the father, this is loyalty. Once you have knowledge, you should act. Keeping these consciences in your heart and practicing them are the most important things.”

What Zhu Houzhao said was so logical that Emperor Hongzhi nodded subconsciously.

It has to be said that the crown prince was able to say such a great deal of truth, which has greatly exceeded his expectations.

But...something is wrong.

It seems very reasonable.

But it seems...

Emperor Hongzhi was furious, and he clapped the table and said, "You little bastard, thanks to you, you can say it. When I fell ill, where did you hide? When I was worried about the country, what were you doing all day long?"

"..." Zhu Houzhao was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, all his confidence disappeared, and he hurriedly said: "This is just a side issue. Didn't I just learn these principles..."

He coughed desperately: "I have been taught since I was a child that agriculture is the foundation of the country and the country. If agriculture prospers, all industries will prosper. If agriculture declines, all industries will wither and the country will be in danger. Therefore, Master Yang wanted to let my ministers know what farming is. , Professor Erchen persuaded the farmer to write these articles, but Erchen learned countless articles and poems from Mr. Yang, but he still didn't understand what the farmer was doing."

"Mr. Wang is not the case. He didn't tell my son any major principles, but he took his son to the field for two days to cultivate, but my son understood everything all at once."

Emperor Hongzhi took a deep look at Zhu Houzhao.

Then, he took another deep look at Fang Jifan.

This... is Mr. Wang, no, Fang Jifan's knowledge?

Emperor Hongzhi was thoughtful.

"Your Highness only learned how to farm, so what's the use?" Yang Tinghe felt that something was wrong, so he couldn't help retorting.

"Your Highness is the crown prince, the crown prince of the country. There are tens of thousands of farmers in the world, and there is no shortage of a prince. What the prince wants to do is to learn how to govern the world. Therefore, reading is the most important thing."

Zhu Houzhao was not annoyed, but said: "Master Yang really has never farmed before himself, so he said such a thing."

"What I have learned in this palace is not just farming. Through farming, the first thing I learn is empathy."

"Empathy!" Emperor Hongzhi's expression gradually changed.

"Just like Master Yang, although he has read countless "Poems of Compassion for Peasants", he still never understands the real hardships of farmers. If he can't understand, he can't have empathy. Articles like "Book of Persuasion to Farming" are applauded. However, I have a deep understanding, so I really know that the thousands of farmers in my Ming Dynasty have worked so hard. , pay the farm tax, and have to deal with corvee labor in winter, this kind of feeling can be summed up in five words: hard work."

"When I was farming in the palace, I was still thinking that the farmers were so pitiful, but the court, who talked about great principles, did not really care about them? Officials, everyone kept saying that they loved the people, but they The love for the people is only in your own poems and articles. How many people have bent over to do something, know what farmers are thinking and what they are looking for? You have never farmed, so you don’t know anything. I don't know, I don't know the five grains, I don't work hard, but all of them are crowned with monkeys, thinking that they already know the truth of the whole world. I am a man who has been greatly favored by the country. I only know how to read articles to understand my own people. Feeling a few words about the suffering of the rise and fall of the people, and then thinking that he loves the people like a son, this...how shameful!"

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