Listen to what Zhao Chongyuan said.
Wang Lishi smiled knowingly.
Having followed Zhao Chongyuan for many years, and being able to be reused by Zhao Chongyuan as the Supervisor of Ceremonies, Wang Lishi naturally understood what Zhao Chongyuan was thinking.
Since Zhao Chongyuan said he didn't know, he wanted to use King Yan's hand to beat Zhou Shan.
As for whether Zhou Shan can understand this relationship, it depends on Zhou Shan himself.
"By the way, prepare a chariot for me. No, let's change clothes now and go to the Imperial College. I want to see how this boy Zhao Ding deals with Zhou Shan."
Seeing that Wang Lishi was silent, Zhao Chongyuan suddenly slapped his leg and shouted.
…
An hour later.
Inside the Imperial Academy, on the back mountain.
A group of Confucian scholars and students from the Imperial Academy, carrying hoes, shovels, and baskets, were immersed in the grassland at the back of the mountain, humming.
Being promoted to the Daqian gentry, the worst is to be from a poor family.
Where did they do this guy?
It didn't take long before he sat down on the ground groaning from exhaustion.
Even Zhao Qingzhan and other members of the Daqian royal family were very interested from the beginning, and now they are breathing heavily.
And next to these people.
A group of attendants who were originally responsible for the dirty work in the Imperial College were standing on tiptoes to watch all this curiously.
Doing odd jobs is their natural calling.
But today was the first time they saw the masters they usually served doing chores.
Although everyone stood on the periphery and managed to maintain a serious look, they still couldn't help some of the lively servants and maids standing on tiptoes to watch.
"Your Majesty, it's so sunny at noon. Can you give us a break while we're doing this? Let's drink some water and eat some solid food."
Li Xueru, the great scholar of the Imperial Academy who had been arguing with Zhang Shiwei in the inner hall of the Imperial Academy, sat down on the ground, panting and looking at Zhao Ding who was standing not far behind him with Zhang Shiwei.
"tired?"
Zhao Ding raised his eyes and glanced at Li Xueru.
"I'm tired, I'm really tired."
Li Xueru was panting and struggling to stand up from the ground.
But before he could stand up, he sat down on the ground again.
Zhao Ding grinned and shouted to Zhang San behind him who had just been called over: "See, Li Daru is hungry and thirsty. Why don't you go get some food for Li Daru?"
"Okay, Your Majesty."
Zhang San grinned.
I walked to a spring in the back mountain and took out a water bag and drank some at random.
Then he took out a steamed bun made of wild vegetables mixed with whole grains from his arms and handed it to Li Xueru.
The wild vegetable steamed buns were extremely dry, with the skin peeling off in many places.
Li Xueru glanced at the wild vegetable steamed bun handed over by Zhang San and swallowed: "I'd better drink water."
This thing doesn't taste good at first glance, especially since many of the whole grains on it are made of wheat bran and are simply unpalatable.
"Give."
Zhang San was not surprised by this, and handed Li Xueru the spring water he had just filled from the pool formed by the mountain spring water in the water bag.
"Just drink this?"
Li Xueru looked at Zhang San with a troubled expression.
This was the water he had just seen Zhang San pour from the pool at the foot of the mountain.
Fish are usually kept there.
How can people drink it?
"Drink or not, I'm still hungry."
As he spoke, Zhang San put the wild vegetable steamed bun in his hand into his mouth and took a bite, chewing it directly in front of Li Xueru.
Although these wild vegetable steamed buns are unpalatable, compared to the wild vegetable leaves they ate in Youzhou and Zhao Ding when they went to Nanchen to work as house robbers, at least they still had some whole grains that they could swallow. The wild vegetables Weeds are really unpalatable to eat.
While eating, Zhang San also took a sip of the spring water in the water bag.
Although it tastes a bit muddy, it is sweeter than before.
Zhao Ding walked forward with a smile and looked at Li Xueru, "Master Li, are you dissatisfied with this king's poor hospitality?"
"How dare you."
Li Xueru laughed sarcastically.
"Oh, I understand, then I am not hungry."
Zhao Ding pretended to be surprised and slapped his forehead, smacking his lips and said, "That's right. We have just arrived and there is still some time before noon. It should not be Master Li's meal yet, so it is normal not to be hungry."
After saying that, Zhao Ding turned to look at Zhang San who was standing aside: "See, Master Li is not hungry. Why are you feeding Master Li at this hour? It's not meal time yet."
Zhao Ding looked at Zhang San pretending to be reproachful.
Zhang San naturally understood the meaning of Zhao Ding's words. He glanced at Li Xueru, touched his head and said with a simple and honest expression: "Your Majesty, I am not hungry myself. Since Master Li is not hungry, I will eat something first." , not to mention that this wild vegetable nest is much more delicious than the ones we ate in Youzhou that were almost moldy."
While talking, Zhang San took two more bites of the wild vegetables in his hand.
Looking at Zhang San with a happy face after eating.
Li Xueru's stomach rumbled unsatisfactorily.
Looking at Zhao Ding with a flattering look on his face, he said, "Your Majesty, I'm actually hungry. Do you think you can give me something to eat?"
"Give it, of course I will. This is not a prison, and you are not a prisoner, Master Li. Why don't I give you food?"
Zhao Ding grinned.
Then he glanced at Zhang San behind him.
Zhang San immediately took out another wild vegetable steamed bun from his arms and handed it to Li Xueru.
The silent masters and Imperial College students on the side also looked over curiously.
But Li Xueru didn't care about this and hurriedly devoured it.
But as soon as he entered the mouth, the expression on his face suddenly changed.
Pooh! Pooh! Pooh!
There was a burst of bah bah sound.
Li Xueru quickly spit out all the half-bitten wild vegetable buns.
But because the wild vegetable steamed buns were too dry, my mouth smelled like semolina, so I quickly grabbed the water bag in Zhang San's hand and took a sip. But as soon as I took one sip, it spurted out the second sip.
Then he raised his head and looked at Zhao Ding with a bitter look on his face: "My lord, this is too unpalatable. Why is there still rice husk in it? Is this for human consumption? And this water, why does it smell like sand?" Drink."
And listening to Li Xueru's words.
The Imperial Confucian scholars and students who were originally interested in wild vegetable steamed buns suddenly shrank their heads subconsciously.
"It tastes bad? It tastes bad too? Let me try."
Zhao Ding took another wild vegetable steamed bun from Zhang San's hand, took a bite, and started chewing it directly in front of Li Chengru and all the imperial eunuchs.
While eating, he asked Zhang San to get another bottle of water and take a sip.
While eating, he said with a smile: "It's not bad at all."
And looking at Zhao Ding like this.
All the Imperial Confucian officials and the students, including Li Xueru, swallowed their saliva.
But no one dared to speak.
At the same time, outside the wall of the back mountain of the Imperial College, Zhao Chongyuan changed his clothes and followed the disguise, looking at Zhao Ding's unchanging expression in the distance as he ate wild vegetable steamed buns and drank earthy mountain spring water.
My heart ached for no reason.
How did his son come to Youzhou in the past few years?
PS: I want to make a digression here. First of all, I am not wrong about it. But watching the situation between Palestine and Israel in the past two days, I feel a little emo. I want to write a cool story but I really can’t, especially when I look at a six-year-old Palestinian. The video of a child holding weeds and gobbling up weeds in the wilderness makes me really sad. As a father of a married child, to be honest, I really can’t watch that scene because my son is only that old. It makes me really sad.
When I wrote this paragraph, I was not afraid that you would say I was pretentious when I said it, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
too difficult.
Too pitiful.
At the same time, when I think of this, I also thank our ancestors for buying our life today with their own blood.
I also thought of what Ai Gong said: The truth is only within the range of the cannon!
