Isn't this shortening his life?
Zhao Yao said to Mr. Meng "I can't do it" and hurriedly returned the gift.
The emperor was very cunning. After Mr. Meng finished saluting Zhao Yao, he walked over and helped Mr. Meng up.
"Mr. Meng, Xiao Shi can't bear the big gift you gave Xiao Shi."
Sun Kui, who was standing in the corner as a backdrop, heard what the prince said and complained in his heart: Your Majesty, why didn't you stop Mr. Meng before he saluted His Highness the Tenth Prince? Isn't it too late for you to say this after the old man finished his salute?
Zhao Yao nodded in agreement with the emperor's words: "I can't bear it." After saying that, he returned the salute to Mr. Meng.
Mr. Meng hurriedly helped Zhao Yao up and said with a loving expression: "Your Highness, please get up quickly."
Zhao Yao stood up straight and smiled obediently at Mr. Meng.
The emperor deliberately pretended not to know and asked Mr. Meng: "Mr. Meng, why do you pay such a courtesy?"
"Returning to the emperor, the common people are grateful to His Highness for making printing technology for scholars all over the world, and for making plows for people all over the world." Back then, when printing technology came out, Mr. Meng wrote several articles and poems to praise it. Typography.
A few years ago, Zhao Yao made Quyuanli again, which shocked Mr. Meng again. Although he is a great scholar, he often farms in his daily life. He is not the kind of person who keeps his fingers crossed, nor is he the kind of person who thinks that studying is too noble to go down to earth. On the contrary, he likes farming very much. The food and vegetables he eats are all grown by himself.
It is because he knows the hard work and difficulty of farming that he has always reminded and warned the world to cherish food. He often writes articles or poems about farming, food, vegetables, etc.
He also wrote books specifically about farm work. He also advised students not to just focus on studying, nor to think that scholars are superior to others, nor to look down on the people who work hard to farm. He often suggested that students go out to the fields and experience the difficulty of farming firsthand, so that they can know how to benefit the people when they enter official careers in the future.
Mr. Meng is a very down-to-earth person. He doesn't do anything fancy, and he doesn't look like some people who are just trying to gain fame. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with scholars wanting to be officials, nor does he think there's anything wrong with scholars wanting fame and wealth. He even does not think that scholars who are scholars are noble in character and nobler than those who are scholars and officials. In his opinion, no matter what the purpose of reading is, as long as it can save or help the world, or benefit the people, it is a good thing.
He often told his friends or his students that he was not a great scholar, nor was he more powerful or noble than others. On the contrary, he was not as good as those who really did things for the people.
He often ridiculed himself, saying that he had studied knowledge all his life, but had never done a good thing for the people. Back then, when he returned to the mountains and forests, he was actually escaping. He felt that he was a cowardly and shameful person, not worthy of being a great scholar that everyone admired.
When the late emperor canonized him as a great scholar, he refused. He believed that he was not qualified. Even now, he feels that he is not worthy of being a great scholar.
During these years in the mountains and forests, Mr. Meng not only studied knowledge, but also specialized in agricultural work. Since he farms his own land, he understands the difficulties of farming. He has always wanted to solve the problems of farming, but he can't.
In the past few years, Mr. Meng visited many experienced farmers. Veteran farmers know when is the best time to sow seeds, when is the best time to transplant rice seedlings, how to prevent insect pests, and many other things, but they don’t know how to solve the problems of cultivating land or how to increase food production...
The place where Mr. Meng lived in seclusion was in a remote mountain in the south of the Yangtze River. The curved shaft plow made by Zhao Yao was most suitable for plowing the fields in the south of the Yangtze River. It makes farming a little easier and a little lighter.
If you want to increase grain production, in addition to good seedlings, fertilization, and irrigation, the most important thing is to cultivate the land well. If the land is not well cultivated, no matter how good the seedlings are, there is sufficient fertilizer, or sufficient rain, it will not increase the food supply.
Arable land is the most basic, most difficult, and most important part of growing food. The emergence of the Quyuan plow really solved the problem of difficult farming.
There was already more food in Jiangnan than in other places. The emergence of the Quyuan plow doubled the food in Jiangnan.
In recent years, the granaries in Jiangnan have been filled with grain. Not only that, people's homes are also full of food. With surplus food at home, the people feel at ease and no longer have to worry about going hungry. After experiencing riots in the previous dynasty, they had no food to eat, were reduced to eating dirt, and even cannibalism. The people did not want to experience it again.
Because of Qu Yuuli's appearance, the people were grateful to Zhao Yao. Many people call His Royal Highness Zhao Yao the "reborn parent". Among the people and in the hearts of the people, Zhao Yao, the "unpopular" Tenth Highness, has a very high reputation.
A few years ago, because Xuanpinghou and others boasted about Dai Wang's military exploits everywhere, Dai Wang had a high reputation among the people, and the prince was far inferior to him. However, in the past few years, the people were no longer grateful to the heroic King Dai, but to Zhao Yao.
To the people, nothing is more important than food. His Highness made them have more food, and His Highness was their great benefactor.
Mr. Meng, who has always cared about people's livelihood, is naturally very grateful to Zhao Yao. This time he went out to give lectures, and the first stop he chose was the capital. On the one hand, it was because the capital was at the feet of the emperor, and the best scholars in the whole Zhou Dynasty were all in the capital. On the other hand, he wanted to meet the tenth prince who made things like printing and the plow.
Before coming to the capital, Mr. Meng specifically inquired about the tenth prince and knew that he was an unpopular prince. He also learned that because his maternal grandfather's family had little power, there were no ministers in the court to see him.
Mr. Meng thought that he had the false reputation of being a great scholar, and if he came to the capital to meet with the tenth prince, he would be able to help the tenth prince to some extent. However, when he met Zhao Yao, he suddenly understood why the young tenth prince could do so many good things that benefited the country and the people. He also discovered that His Royal Highness was not as unpopular as the legend said. On the contrary, the emperor loved His Highness very much.
The emperor looked at the tenth prince with eyes full of doting and love, which could not be faked. It seems that the rumors cannot be true.
Mr. Meng asked Zhao Yao in a very polite tone how he made printing, new paper, curved plow and other things.
Zhao Yao said that these things suddenly popped into his head, and then he made them. When he said this, it was not a lie, because it was what was in his mind.
Here, Mr. Meng and Zhao Yao were chatting happily. Over there, Li Pushe received an article sent by the prince.
The emperor was in Taixue, and the prince did not dare to come, so he had to send the articles and poems he had written first. The prince still hopes to meet Mr. Meng. Even if Mr. Meng does not accept him as a student, as long as he can meet and chat with Mr. Meng, he will be satisfied.
In the East Palace, the prince was supposed to be dealing with political affairs, but now he had no intention of reading these memorials.
The Eighth Prince was sitting at another table, also reading the memorial. He suddenly heard the prince sigh, raised his eyes and asked with concern: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
The prince felt a little uneasy: "Eighth brother, do you think the articles and poems I wrote can really win the favor of Mr. Meng?"
"Brother has been restless because he is worried about this?" The Eighth Prince had already noticed that the Crown Prince had been distracted.
The prince nodded in recognition: "Yes."
"Brother, do you really want to see Mr. Meng that much?"
The prince heard the joking tone in the eighth prince's tone and rolled his eyes at him indecently.
"Publicly and privately, I want to see Mr. Meng." As he spoke, he sighed, and then his face became solemn, "Eighth brother, this is the best opportunity, do you understand?"
The eighth prince understood the meaning of the prince's last words. He nodded and said, "Brother, Mr. Meng will stay in the capital for a while. I believe that Mr. Meng will be willing to see you after seeing your sincerity."
"You are right. While Mr. Meng is staying in the capital, I want to let Mr. Meng see my sincerity." The prince said seriously, "I want him to know that I want to see him not just for power, but also for power." For the sake of learning. I am also serious about learning. I have many questions that I want to ask him for advice."
"Brother, I believe Mr. Meng will be moved by your sincerity."
The prince smiled and said, "I think so too." After saying this to the eighth prince, the prince suddenly felt confident, and his eyebrows that were frowning just now relaxed.
"Brother, no matter what, Mr. Meng will definitely not meet the king."
The prince pointed at the eighth prince, laughed and scolded him: "Eighth brother, you are really becoming more and more narrow-minded."
The Eighth Prince said innocently, "I'm telling the truth."
"If I can't see Mr. Meng, Dai Wang will never want to see Mr. Meng." The prince said, his expression became serious, "That's why I really want to see Mr. Meng." As long as he sees Mr. Meng, Dai Wang will If the king has not met Mr. Meng, then the king will not be his opponent.
"Brother, Mr. Meng will definitely see you. Don't worry too much."
"Eighth brother, you said that Mr. Meng wanted to see the tenth brother because of the things that the tenth brother made. Why do you think Mr. Meng cares about the things that the tenth brother made?" The prince still can't figure it out and can't understand it.
Hearing the prince's question, the eighth prince's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, but his expression remained gentle.
"Brother, you have forgotten that Mr. Meng is very concerned about farming. He has written many books about farming."
"Yes, after Mr. Meng retired to the mountains and forests, he went to the fields to grow vegetables and grain." After hearing what the eighth prince said, the prince remembered that there was such a thing.
"Mr. Meng once wrote a book about how to farm. He started from farming, and lamented in the book that farming is not easy."
The prince shook his head and said, "I haven't read it." He had never read any books or articles about farming written by Mr. Meng.
"Brother, if you look at it, you will know why Mr. Meng wants to meet his tenth brother." The Eighth Prince added, "Compared to the great Confucian, Mr. Meng prefers to be called 'Old Farmer'."
"I don't understand this." The prince said with a slight frown, "Mr. Meng is not a farmer, but a great scholar. I don't understand why he cares so much about farming. He should care about learning."
"Brother, do you think the world belongs to scholars?"
"Yes, I don't agree with Grandpa Huang's statement that the world belongs to the people."
The eighth prince thought to himself: If the father knew what you thought like this, he would probably depose you as the prince.
"A scholar is a scholar, and a farmer is a farmer." The prince said with a serious face, "A scholar cannot be a farmer, and a farmer cannot be a scholar."
"Brother, do you think scholars should not work in the fields and farmers should not study?"
"Everyone does his job."
The moment the Eighth Prince lowered his head after hearing this, his eyes were very cold.
"Eighth brother, don't you think so?"
The moment the Eighth Prince raised his head, his expression was as usual and his eyes were warm.
"That's what the elder brother said."
Seeing that the eighth prince agreed with his opinion, the prince smiled with satisfaction.
"Mr. Meng, in this regard..." As a junior, it was difficult for him to criticize Mr. Meng, so he didn't say any more. When he saw Mr. Meng, he gently reminded Mr. Meng not to pay too much attention to farming matters.
The eighth prince said nothing, but sneered in his heart.
"The tenth brother is still a child, and he doesn't like to study. When he meets Mr. Meng, he is afraid that he will not be able to talk to Mr. Meng properly, and may even make Mr. Meng unhappy." Mr. Meng should see him.
"Brother, my father is here, everything will be fine."
"Father, he..." The prince wanted to say something, but he did not dare to say it. "Forget it." He sat back at the table and continued to read the memorial.
Seeing that the prince didn't speak any more, the eighth prince lowered his head and pretended to continue dealing with things.
As a prince, but you said such words, no wonder your father is becoming more and more dissatisfied with you.
In the past few years, the prince has really become more and more stupid, so stupid that the eighth prince can hardly control himself.
After reading the memorial for a while, the prince looked at the hourglass on the table again and found that it was almost noon. He called out to the door: "Lu Cong."
Lu Cong heard His Royal Highness the Crown Prince calling him and hurriedly walked in: "Your Highness."
The prince asked: "Father, are they back?"
Lu Cong replied respectfully: "Not yet."
"You haven't come back yet?" The prince was shocked, "It's almost noon, and my father and the others haven't come back yet?"
"No."
The prince waved to Lu Cong, and Lu Cong withdrew respectfully.
The eighth prince smiled and said, "It seems that my father and Mr. Meng had a very happy conversation."
"I wonder what my father and Mr. Meng talked about?" The prince was curious. He wanted to know if his father had talked to Mr. Meng about him or the acting king. Did Mr. Meng talk about Confucianism with his father?
The Eighth Prince shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"I don't know if Li Pushe sent my articles and poems to Mr. Meng."
"Brother, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."
This time, Mr. Meng came to the capital to give lectures, which made the prince very concerned and made him very anxious.
The prince said in a joking tone: "Let's eat tofu later."
"Brother, you..." The eighth prince smiled helplessly.
In Taixue, the emperor was chatting with Mr. Meng while playing chess. The two talked about people's livelihood from poetry and songs.
While chatting about people's livelihood, the two agreed on many things, so they chatted a few more words until noon. When the emperor saw that it was time for lunch, he stayed to have lunch with Mr. Meng.
When the emperor and Mr. Meng were playing chess and chatting, Zhao Yao did not leave, but sat beside them and watched them play chess. However, after watching it, he fell asleep lying on the side. He pretended to be asleep at first, but he didn't expect to actually fall asleep later.
Zhao Yao was woken up by the emperor pinching his face. The emperor laughed and scolded him a few times, but he didn't care.
During lunch, the emperor and Mr. Meng were still chatting about people's livelihood, while Zhao Yao sat aside and ate obediently.
After lunch, the emperor took Zhao Yao back to the palace.
Except for the fact that Mr. Meng had some words with Zhao Yao when they first met, he did not speak to Zhao Yao again after that. Of course, Mr. Meng did not want to accept Zhao Yao as his student, as Tong Xi suspected.
On the carriage back to the palace, the emperor looked at Zhao Yao and asked, "You brat, do you want to be Mr. Meng's disciple?"
Zhao Yao said without thinking: "I don't want to."
Although he had already guessed that his youngest son would say this, seeing that he said he didn't want to without any hesitation, the emperor still raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you want to?"
"I don't like reading." The reason Zhao Yao gave was very simple and crude.
"Do you know how many people want to be Mr. Meng's disciples?"
Zhao Yao glanced sideways at the emperor and said in a nonchalant tone: "It has nothing to do with me, I don't want to."
"You should know the benefits of being an old disciple of Meng."
"I know, but I still don't want to." Although the father and son did not pierce the layer of paper, the father and son spoke much more directly. "Father, you don't want me to be Mr. Meng's disciple, do you?"
"I didn't ask you to do it, but Mr. Meng wanted to accept you as his disciple."
"I don't believe it. I didn't see that he wanted to accept me as his disciple." Zhao Yao said, "And he didn't tell me." Did Mr. Meng tell his father when he was asleep before? ?
The emperor asked: "If Mr. Meng tells you personally that he wants to accept you as his disciple, what should you do?"
"Thank you for his kindness, but I don't want to be his disciple."
The emperor reached out and knocked Zhao Yao on the head, and scolded with a smile: "I know you are a worthless brat."
"I have no future." Being Mr. Meng's disciple is not looking for trouble for yourself.
"Smelly boy." The emperor rubbed Zhao Yao's face angrily.
Zhao Yao reached out and fought back. The father and son were in the carriage. You pinched my face and I pinched your nose. They played for a while before stopping.
Lying on the emperor's lap, Zhao Yao said with a flushed face: "Father, it's not sweet if you force me to do it. Don't force me to be Mr. Meng's disciple."
The emperor pinched his youngest son's face again, and said helplessly and dotingly: "Can I force you?"
Hearing what the emperor said, Zhao Yao knew in his heart that the emperor would not force him.
"I'm sleepy, I want to sleep for a while." Zhao Yao buried his face in the emperor's belly.
The emperor patted Zhao Yao's back and said warmly: "Go to sleep."
Zhao Yao hugged the emperor's hand around his waist, unconsciously exerting force. He rubbed the emperor's belly coquettishly, then closed his eyes and slept peacefully.
The emperor lowered his head and saw that his youngest son had fallen asleep. He was slightly surprised and cursed in a low voice: "Is this kid a pig? He just sleeps when he wants to." He cursed like this, but he changed his posture and asked Zhao Yao slept more comfortably in his arms.
After the emperor left, Li Pushe quickly gave Mr. Meng the articles and poems sent by the prince.
Mr. Meng did not look at it in a hurry, but put it aside first.
The prince has been waiting for Mr. Meng's reaction after reading the articles and poems he wrote. He originally thought that Mr. Meng would see him immediately after seeing it, but he waited until tomorrow and did not wait until Mr. Meng saw him.
Zhao Yao: I will never be Mr. Meng’s student.
Prince: I will do it! I do! I'm willing to do it!
Finally, I still ask for a monthly ticket! Please give me a reward! Please leave a message!
