Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Xishan!

Early in the morning, almost all the students rushed to the school.

After they were done, let them rest for a while, Shen Ao couldn't wait to go back to the shed, and as soon as the bundle was opened, the little tiger surrounded him!

Shen Ao took out the candied haws, the sweet and sour pork ribs packed in a bamboo tube, a rattle drum, and a sugar figurine.

Little Huzi danced with excitement and kept shaking the rattle, making a pleasant sound. Afterwards, he proudly pinned the rattle to his waistband, but he was reluctant to eat candied haws, and treasured it as a treasure.

Shen Ao began to instruct Zhang Sanba to decoct the medicine again. Just in case, this time he brought more than a dozen medicines, some of which were used to treat Zhang's mother, and some were reserved for storage.

Zhang Sanba showed a simple and honest smile to Shen Ao, and said gratefully: "Thank you very much, with these medicines, this disease is probably cured."

Shen Ao looked at Zhang's mother on the straw shop, and there was a trace of sadness in the depths of his eyes. Zhang's mother was too old, and at this time she was homeless again, and a serious illness almost exhausted all her energy. At the point where the oil is about to run out and the lamp is dying, even if the disease is cured according to the prescription, it is unknown whether it will be able to survive this winter.

It was the first time he came into contact with life and death at such a close distance. In the book, the understatement of "human cannibalism" and "human beings are like weeds", these few strokes about the famine and the suffering of ordinary people, when I read it, it was nothing Feeling, even he couldn't help thinking, these troublemakers are really stupid, if there is no food in the field, why don't they go to the river to catch fish, or go to the mountains to catch sparrows?

But now, having really had close contact with Zhang Sanba, his mother, and this child from a poor family, he just realized how much blood and tears lay behind those words without warmth.

He even knew that Zhang Sanba was lucky. After all, he was lucky enough to come to Xishan and get the protection of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Uncle Xinjian.

Zhang's mother is also lucky, at least... she is not hungry and lacks medical care.

Their luck made Shen Ao understand misfortune even more. From this, one can imagine how desperate those unfortunate people must be.

Shen Ao kept silent, he gradually got used to the silence, took a breath, seemed to feel that he should say something, and said: "Yes, after taking the medicine, the pain will be relieved."

But he didn't dare to look into Zhang Sanba's eyes.

He felt unspeakably sad, ashamed, and even ashamed, not only himself, but also his father, and many uncles who should be ashamed.

The clapper sounded.

Someone came to each household to inform: "You don't need to burn the stove today, go to the dining hall to eat. Unfortunately, three cows fell to death yesterday. Oh, what a misfortune. His Royal Highness and Xinjian had no choice but to slaughter the cows and boil the bones. Soup, as well as roasted beef and potatoes. This cow is really pitiful. He usually plows the land for us and eats straw, but he is willing to work hard for us. When he dies, he also nourishes everyone. His Royal Highness is in great pain. Order down, from now on, the cattle in Xishan must be careful, don't let them fall and touch, this cattle...is not easy!"

In the dining hall, it was in full swing. Because there were so many people, the chairs were removed, and everyone had to stand. Pots of roasted beef with potatoes were brought in, as well as soup made from beef bones. Big move, staring at the meat in the basin one by one.

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

Three cows are actually enough for one meal.

At the miners' place, Wang Jinyuan has sent a hundred catties to improve their food. Hundreds of catties were also sent to the Tuntian Thousand Households, and the rest were all placed in the dining hall.

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

Zhu Houzhao glared at Fang Jifan with a guilty look on his face, and said frankly: "Why is it that I always do it, and you just stand on the sidelines."

Fang Jifan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your Highness, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

"So it's all your fault." Zhu Houzhao bared his teeth at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan was a little confused, is it my fault? Did I tell you to kill me? I'm just saying that the cow walks like flying, the meat must be very tender!

Fang Jifan angrily said to Liu Jin: "Liu Jin, you come to judge, who is to blame?"

Liu Jin had already smelled the smell of meat, and his mind had already flown to the cafeteria, swallowing his saliva all the time, he... was hungry again.

If he could, he could definitely challenge himself to stuff a cow into his stomach.

Uncle Xinjian suddenly asked, and Liu Jin finally recovered from his head full of beef!

It's just... Seeing Fang Jifan's murderous gaze, Liu Jin shuddered and couldn't care less about eating.

"..." After a short silence, he sensed the trap under this question. This...is a proposition.

"Blame slaves..." Liu Jin beat her own small chest and squeezed out tears: "It's all slaves who are bad, slaves are greedy for food, His Highness pity the cows that slaves killed, slaves really deserve to die, they will be reincarnated as cows in their next life."

After hearing it this way, it really looks like this.

Zhu Houzhao was delighted, and put his arms around Fang Jifan's shoulders and said, "Old Fang, I feel much better in my heart, let's go and eat meat."

Fang Jifan also happily said: "Let's go!"

Liu Jin cried halfway and whimpered before she felt that her back was wet, so dangerous! But when he heard that he was going to eat meat, he stopped thinking about it and ran after him quickly.

In fact, Zhu Houzhao is quite capable in the position of dean.

Afterwards, Fang Jifan concluded that he realized that the Ming Wuzong in history was by no means a vain name.

When he was in Datong back then, it was not just luck that he was able to defeat the rising little prince of the Tatar tribe at that time.

This guy is very good at leading troops, he is willing to share weal and woe with others, he refuses to eat alone, and takes the lead. These are all the basic qualities of a famous general.

And when he came here to teach and educate people, he actually used such a routine, using the strict system formulated by Fang Jifan to demand others, but at the same time, as a demonstration, since he wanted others to cultivate, he first cultivated, and let others and farmers He lived with the farmers, and he wanted to take night classes seriously at night after a hard day for others, and he also took night classes very seriously.

He even learned to take notes, and Liu Jin didn't need to tidy up his own bed. He would roll it up by himself when he got up early in the morning.

In my spare time at noon, like everyone else, I took Fang Jifan to the riverside to do laundry with a clothes basket. Fang Jifan was not in good health. Everyone knew that Fang had a brain problem. Sometimes Fang Jifan felt dizzy while doing laundry, so he hid in a shed beside him. Going to take a rest, Zhu Houzhao had no choice but to take the clothes from Fang Jifan's basket and take care of the patient obediently.

After washing for a while, Zhu Houzhao came jogging from the river bank excitedly, as if he had found something new, with a piece of clothing in his hand, he said happily: "Old Fang, Lao Fang, what are you doing?"

Fang Jifan was under the shed, feeling a bit cold, chewing straw, saw what Zhu Houzhao was carrying excitedly, and took it under his nose, and sniffed, "Salted fish smell... why haven't I seen you wear it?"

"..." Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao sympathetically. He really couldn't bear to tell Zhu Houzhao that the reason why the wife smelled like salted fish was probably because...they sweated a little more in the morning when they supervised everyone digging ditches.

The ancients did not wear underwear. After all, Fang Jifan is different. He is a single heir for three generations, and the future reproduction of the Fang family falls on himself. Therefore, Fang Jifan is extra protective of his descendants, and according to the style, let Xiao Xiangxiang give him Sew a few strips out.

Now seeing Zhu Houzhao's curious appearance, smelling it and holding it up to observe, Fang Jifan thought for a while before saying: "This... this is a face scarf."

"Yeah?" Zhu Houzhao said in surprise, "Wash it on your head?"

"Probably so." Fang Jifan replied ambiguously.

Zhu Houzhao said cheerfully: "Next time I will try one, or should I use this face scarf tomorrow? It's a deal."

Zhu Houzhao didn't wait for Fang Jifan to reply, he turned back, and went to wash clothes by the river excitedly, he seemed a little weird, he tried to put his underwear on his head, wiped his face, always felt very inconvenient, but he soon stopped Thinking about it blindly, combining knowledge and action, use it first and then ponder the truth.

Fang Jifan swore that he would never wear underwear again, otherwise one day, if Zhu Houzhao knew the function of this underwear, his head would be cut off.

In addition, more than a dozen strips had to be sewn for washing the face, so as not to leave any flaws at all.

Hmm...Life is still important. As for descendants, there is a saying that the green hills are left without worrying about no firewood!

Zhu Houzhao bent over to wash clothes, looking very serious. The river was very cold in winter, so Zhu Houzhao took off his boots and stepped into the river beach. The clothes were smeared with soap locusts, imitating other people's laundry, rubbing the clothes vigorously, but yelling at Fang Jifan on the shore from time to time: "Old Fang, is your head healed?"

"It's alright, it's alright!"

Then he lowered his head and continued to scrub, but he felt his whole body heat up, and the sweat fell into the river water, rippling and forming ripples.

Fang Jifan looked at little Zhu Xiucai happily, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, God rewards the food, if there is no brain disease, this life is really impossible, and people who do big things can't be lazy, hum, if I don't have Brain disease, this young master will also treat it... I have to do everything myself.

In this closed environment, people like Shen Ao are gradually changing, and everyone is affected by each other, so why not Zhu Houzhao?

Fang Jifan influenced Zhu Houzhao, and Zhu Houzhao influenced those scholars, so why didn't the scholars influence the prince?

His Royal Highness, scholars, farmers, miners, imperial guards, and Fang Jifan, all collided with each other with different values, and finally, gradually merged.

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