The next day, Xu Qin assigned Zhu Zhanji a task, which was to write a letter home for the soldiers.
Zhu Zhanji is a good boy. Xu Qin told him that this was a very important task, so he wrote it for a whole day.
Both hands are swollen from writing. The Ming Emperor's direct grandson wrote a letter, which could be sold for money in the future. Many people don't know it at first.
Later I learned that I had to write letters to the Shenji camp, which had more than 5,000 people. If you write all of this, Xiao Zhu Zhanji will be exhausted to death.
Wang Timur fed him dinner. The little guy had red eyes while eating, which was called resentment.
Zhang Fu laughed heartlessly beside him, which made Xu Qin a little embarrassed.
"You write twice as much as him tomorrow." Xu Qin ordered coldly.
Zhang Fu let out a scream, and Zhu Zhanji immediately gloated and laughed.
"Cousin, why did you ask me to write letters home to the soldiers?" Zhu Zhanji asked.
Xu Qinxin said that I just wanted you to know that it is not fun here and go home quickly. But the surface is more inscrutable.
"Think for yourself, think about it and write down a sentiment. You will be considered qualified in this class. If you can't write well, then write a letter again."
Xu Qin said incomprehensibly, thinking, "Can't I scare away this little brat like you?"
The little boy endured the unbearable weight. After Wang Timur washed his feet, he lay on the kang and stared at the ceiling.
He comes from a royal family and has been proud since he was a child. He has the best master in the world, the most powerful grandfather, and a wise father.
Zhu Zhanji has rarely lost since he was a child, and Xu Qin's proposition made him sleepless. Letters he had written floated before my eyes.
Those people's ideas are so simple that it makes Re want to laugh. Ask your parents for their safety, miss your newlywed wife, ask your children for their safety, and ask your wife at home not to work too hard.
Over and over again, there are four words, missing and peace. Is this what ordinary soldiers need?
All they want is for their families to be prosperous and safe, and they tell their families that they are safe. The longing in it is very simple, but endless.
It is the simplest thing in the world, but it is also the most complicated thing.
This thing seems small, but it is huge.
My cousin asked me to think and write my thoughts. What did I understand and what did I think of?
Book of sages? Those ancient poems? Principles one by one, articles one by one passed before his eyes. But it doesn't match up with the situation in front of me.
Zhu Zhanji suffered from insomnia that night, tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep.
On the contrary, Xu Qin slept soundly, practicing the internal skills taught to him by Zhang Yuanxing, and fell asleep in a daze.
It was not until dawn the next day that Zhu Zhanji was not seen after breakfast.
"Small, can't I scare you away? You little brat, are you playing with me? I can't fool you to death..." Xu Qin picked up the millet porridge and felt very happy while eating the pickles.
I thought that if Zhu Zhanji left, Zhang Fu wouldn't be able to stay for long. Then you can go back directly to accompany the maid, and play with the little princess in the air-conditioning.
As for the things inside, Wang Timur is the craftsman and Pei Cheng is the trainer. I just need to be here occasionally.
As soon as he took the eggs peeled by Xu Hao, before he could eat them, he saw Zhu Zhanji walking in from outside.
There are two dark circles under his eyes, but his face is full of energy. Then he placed a stack of paper in front of Xu Qin.
"Cousin, this is what I wrote about my feelings."
"You didn't sleep all night?" Xu Qin looked down at the pile of papers while eating the eggs, without biting them several times.
"It's almost the same. I took a short break in the middle so as not to delay my cousin's schoolwork." Zhu Zhanji said proudly.
"The Art of War says: He who has the same desire from above and below wins. As a general..." Xu Qin read the first sentence subconsciously.
Then I read the back carefully. This guy is indeed a talent. He can write so much at such a young age.
In the eyes of future generations, this is a genius among geniuses, and it is still well-founded. Xu Qin thought about it carefully.
"You eat first," Xu Qin said.
When Zhu Zhanji finished his meal, Xu Qin also wiped his mouth.
"You go out and write letters. If there are less than 200 letters today, I will beat you to death. And if you dare to perfunctory, I will let you blacksmith for a month." Xu Qin pointed at Zhang Fu and said.
Zhang Fu left with a sad face, but the young prince didn't give him any face, so he could only cheer up and write a letter.
"You wrote well, even beyond my expectation." Xu Qin said.
Zhu Zhanji had a proud smile on his face.
"However, I still can't give you a pass. If you think about it again..." Xu Qin returned the manuscript to him and said.
Zhu Zhanji's face showed frustration.
"But don't be in a hurry, this is a big thing. You can think about it slowly. If you don't understand it in a day, you won't understand it in a month. If you don't understand it in a month, it will take a year. It can take ten or twenty years. Of course, you can also ask me for the answer."
Xu Qin said slowly.
"Will you tell me?" Zhu Zhanji asked.
"Yes, but I prefer you to work hard on your own. Of course, my answer may not be right, so you can ask me now and then compare with others." Xu Qin said.
Zhu Zhanji thought for a while but didn't ask after all. He felt that the answer in his cousin's heart should be very big, which aroused his desire to fight.
"Can I ask someone else for help first?" Zhu Zhanji asked.
“Of course, when people encounter difficulties, they have to exhaust all efforts.
I taught you yesterday that we are not gods, and saints do not know everything. Maybe you can get a better answer than the one I gave. "
Xu Qin said.
Zhu Zhanji nodded solemnly, finished his meal quickly and went out. He then continued writing letters to those soldiers.
The business was obviously much better than Zhang Fu's, and soon no one went to Zhang Fu's place. The eldest grandson of the Ming Emperor wrote a letter.
Who are you, Zhang Fu, even if Duke Dingguo comes?
Zhang Fu burst into tears, holy shit, two hundred letters a day. I couldn't finish writing, and here comes someone trying to steal business.
The key is that you can't grab it yourself.
"Sir, the emperor and his grandson do not respect martial ethics. No matter how I write, I cannot ask for help." Zhang Fu went to Xu Qin and cried.
"Haha, it's none of my business. You can handle it yourself." Xu Qin said angrily.
I said in my heart that I didn’t even give face to Zhu Di’s grandson, so why should I give face to you?
Zhang Fu came out of Xu Qin's side and was really about to cry. Just grab a veteran.
"I'll write you a letter home, please..."
The veteran was immediately confused. Is it so difficult to make a living by writing letters home these days? I should beg him.
No, beg him to do it, the emperor’s eldest grandson is here.
"No, I'll line up to find the emperor's eldest grandson..." The veteran refused ruthlessly.
"No, I won't delay writing a letter, even to the emperor's eldest grandson. Your family is not a family, right?" Zhang Fu suddenly became enlightened.
"Yes, come on, little general, help me write a letter to my wife." said the veteran.
"Come this way, are you thirsty..." Zhang Fu finally felt more at ease.
A fast horse rushed directly from Shenji Camp to the Prince's Mansion, carrying Zhu Zhanji's letter.
The letter was addressed to his father, the Crown Prince, but the Crown Princess received it. The prince has entered the palace.
Originally, she was worried about her son living in a military camp. He had never been away from her at such an old age.
Now a letter came and the princess opened it immediately. When she opened it, she almost burst into tears.
"Xu Qin, you bastard, you torture my son like this, you have no conscience, he is only eight years old..."
The Crown Princess has never scolded anyone, but today she broke the habit.
But it was inconvenient for her to go to the military camp, so she went directly to the palace to capture the prince. She would bring her son back no matter what she said today.
Zhu Di was discussing things with Yang Shiqi, Yang Rong, Jin Zhong and the Crown Prince when he suddenly heard that the Crown Princess was here.
And went directly to Wuying Palace. This has never happened before. This is where the emperor and ministers discussed matters.
People from the harem generally don't come here.
"Hurry up, Princess, what's wrong with my wife?" Zhu Di was very confused.
The princess cried first when she entered the door.
"Your Majesty, Crown Prince, that bastard Xu Qin..." The more the Crown Princess thought about it, the more distressed she became.
The prince was stunned, what happened?
When the princess handed the letter to the prince, the prince read it over and couldn't help but glance at Zhu Di.
He quickly handed the letter to the little eunuch. Zhu Di was also confused, was this little bastard in trouble again?
Aren’t he and the Prince’s family very good? Why did the Crown Princess call him a bastard?
When I saw the letter, it was from my eldest grandson Zhu Zhanji. The letter above was simply for the prince, but Zhu Di felt distressed after reading it.
"He asked this kid to write letters to those big-headed soldiers, and I agreed. After all, he is a soldier for our old Zhu family.
But I actually made him write until his hands were swollen. I asked him to write some thoughts all night, but he was still not satisfied. Is he a cruel official, using my son like this...
Your Majesty, please call Zhan Ji back. If you don’t let him take it with you, he will be cruel..."
The Crown Princess did not dare to think about her son's swollen little hands, nor did she dare to think that her son had not slept all night and he was still not satisfied.
Zhu Di and Prince Zhu Gaochi looked at each other in confusion, and they passed the letter around.
