The sweet potato field by the Pipa Lake at the foot of Zhongshan Mountain is a bustling work scene. In the beginning, when only the officials from Shangliyuan Prison were present, some worked hard and some were lazy.
But when Zhu Yunxi and others came down from Zhongshan Mountain and Xie Jin walked into the sweet potato field with a hoe, no one dared to be lazy anymore.
Cabinet minister Xie Hanlin personally dug sweet potatoes and did not spare any effort in his work. This made the supervisors who had resentments in their hearts not dare to say anything more and could only lower their heads and do what they were doing.
And as Zhu Yunxi also picked up sweet potatoes with a hoe in the ground, the movements of people's hands became faster in tacit understanding.
"Is this what Mr. Jie Ge's lesson is today?" An official from Linyuan Prison asked with some confusion and uncertainty even though he already knew what would happen today.
Yuan Sutai hid under the pergola and did not participate in the work in the sweet potato field. He glanced at Zhu Yunxi and Xie Jin who were digging sweet potatoes with skillful hands and feet, with a smile on his face.
Then he softly asked the subordinate officials of the yamen: "How do you feel when you see the grandson and the elder Xie Ge?" Everyone in the Shanglin Garden Supervisor was stunned for a moment.
The young master's question seemed a bit abrupt, and everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the two elders of the Emperor's Grandson and Xie Ge who were not far away in the sweet potato field.
Digging sweet potatoes is a cooperative matter. Someone has to cut the sweet potato vines first, then someone wields a hoe to dig the sweet potatoes, and finally someone has to pick up the dug sweet potatoes.
Among them, digging sweet potatoes with a hoe is the most tiring thing. However, the emperor's grandson and the elders of Xiege both chose to dig sweet potatoes.
Someone whispered at this time: "Both His Highness and the elder are very skilled in their hands and feet. Although they are not as good as the old farmers in the fields, they are no worse than me." The officials of Shanglinyuan Supervisor are all good at farming. This has been the case in the past two years. requirements that are more emphasized.
The man opened his mouth and everyone understood.
"It really is!"
"I didn't realize it just now, but now I see that His Highness and the Elder are so familiar with this kind of farming!" Someone reacted and sighed in surprise.
"My grandson is busy with farming, and the elder is worried about government affairs. When will he have time to experience farming and mulberry farming in person? How can he be so skilled?" Yuan Sutai shook his head and chuckled: "I am worried about farming and farming, and my hands are calloused by farming. I have sunbathing on my shoulders and back. , Sweat dripping from the loess. If you have a heart, you don’t do it often, but you still know how to do it. If you don’t have mulberry farming in your heart, and you can open your mouth with clothes and food, no matter how free you are, you won’t want to do mulberry farming." Everyone couldn’t help but fell silent. stand up.
The young master's words are rough but not rough. Anyone in the world who cares about farming can roll up his trousers and go to the fields.
Just like this group of subordinate officials of Shanglinyuan Supervisor. Ten or twenty years ago, who didn't enter the officialdom by reading the Four Books and Five Classics?
After serving as a prisoner in Shanglinyuan for a few years, I was able to read even though I didn't know how to do it before.
"So the purpose of today's lecture by Mr. Xie Ge is to let the supervisors of the Imperial College know how difficult it is to farm mulberry trees?" Yuan Sutai nodded and said: "How many people only know that every scoop and drink every day grows from the ground, but they I don’t know how much sweat it takes to eat that bowl of rice. People in the world shouldn’t be like this, at least they students who read the articles of sages and aspire to serve the country in the future shouldn’t be like this. This is exactly what today is, The reason why Elder Xie Ge came to Linyuan Supervisor to teach the supervisors." Everyone nodded in understanding and looked at the two elders Xie Ge, the grandson of the emperor, in the sweet potato field again.
At this moment, Zhu Yunxi and Xie Jin were just concentrating on lowering their heads, waving the hoes in their hands, and constantly digging out the ridges where the sweet potatoes were buried.
Xie Jin only saw the sweet potato field in front of him. But Zhu Yunxi glanced at this person from time to time. Time is passing by little by little, and the sun in the sky is getting stronger and stronger, making people's scalp itchy and back sweating.
The entire sweet potato field was unconsciously missing the sounds of people, leaving only the sounds of sickles cutting, hoes digging soil, and sweet potatoes being put into baskets.
Some people want to take a rest, but when they look up, they can see that Taisun and Ge Lao are still insisting, and no one dares to take a rest in front of these two people.
"What on earth is this going to do?" A supervisor in the distance began to vent his dissatisfaction to his companions in a low voice.
The companion curled his lips: "What else can I do? Isn't it just digging sweet potatoes?"
"Can you dig out the truth by digging sweet potatoes? Taisun Jiejiege keeps stopping. Who among us dares to stop? Isn't this set up for us all?"
"It's better to work with peace of mind. How can you and I be more valuable than His Highness and Mr. Ge? These two can do it, so how can we say that we can't do it?"
"..."
"Do it slowly! If you really do this for a whole day, I will probably be lying in the house unable to move for ten days."
"Make the noise louder and use less force. Let's save some energy."
"..." These dissatisfied cabinet ministers gave lectures and became supervisors digging sweet potatoes. They gradually changed from dissatisfaction and venting to pretentiousness.
And outside Shanglinyuan Prison. Zou Xueyu's eyebrows could crush a whole walnut. Half an hour ago, in order to prevent the Imperial College students from causing trouble again, Yingtian Prefecture's Yamen immediately arranged for officers from one prefecture and two counties to go to the Imperial College.
However, when people from one prefecture and two counties finally arrived at the Imperial College, they found that the entire Imperial College had already been deserted, and the courtyard of the classroom was completely empty, with no one in sight.
Zou Xueyu, who missed the opportunity, almost fainted on the spot. After finally waiting for the government officials from Beicheng to report, the people in the prefect's Yamen realized that these Imperial College supervisors had left the city early in the morning to go to Shanglinyuan Prison.
Is the Imperial College going to make a big fuss in Linyuan Prison? These two places are completely incompatible with each other. Zou Xueyu immediately had the idea of closing down the Imperial College immediately. After calming down for a while, Zou Xueyu led the people to Shanglinyuan Prison without stopping.
In this way, it took more than half an hour of hard work. Zou Xueyu walked away sweating profusely, but finally saw the Yamen of Shanglinyuan Supervisor.
"Your Highness, Mr. Xie Ge, is in the Shanglinyuan Prison today?" Zou Xueyu looked at the Jin Yiwei and Shangzhiqin military guards outside the Shanglinyuan Prison and asked the concierge in front of the Yamen.
The porter of Shanglinyuan Supervisor nodded: "Back to the prefecture, His Highness and the elder are in the sweet potato field behind the Yamen, and the young master is also there to accompany him." So, Zou Xueyu's brows tightened a little more.
"Are the people from the Imperial College also behind?" The concierge stared at Zou Xueyu with strange eyes, nodded and said, "Yes." Zou Xueyu immediately turned back to look at the Yamen officials behind him: "Let's go!" He was really scared.
Even the grandson, Ge Lao, young master, and the group of people from the Imperial College were all in the Shanglinyuan Prison. Zou Xueyu was still afraid that something would happen again, and that his Yingtian Prefecture Yamen would eventually be the one to take the blame.
After all, the Shanglinyuan Supervisory Office is also on the territory of Yingtian Mansion.
"Prefect..." But when Zou Xueyu was about to take people from the prefect's Yamen into Linyuan Prison, the concierge stopped him in front of him with a nervous look on his face.
Zou Xueyu glanced sideways at the concierge: "What? I can't enter the Shanglinyuan Prison yet?" The concierge immediately shook his head and looked at the servants of the third class of the government office who were brought over by Zou Xueyu in front of the yamen: "Of course the lord and you can enter. Yes, but the servants of the government..." Zou Xueyu waved his robe and turned around again: "You will stay here." He spoke angrily, Zou Xueyu stared at the concierge dimly, if this guy said something else... Character.
He swore that he would take the people from Yingtian Mansion to seal this guy's door tomorrow. The concierge saw the inexplicable anger on the face of the palace master and quickly stepped aside.
Zou Xueyu, who was finally able to enter the Shanglinyuan Prison, snorted coldly, waved his robe and stepped into the Shanglinyuan Prison. After a while, Zou Xueyu finally arrived near the sweet potato field from the Yamen.
From a distance, you can see the entire sweet potato field, where countless supervisors are busy digging sweet potatoes. The scene is really unique.
Zou Xueyu saw the emperor's grandson and Mr. Ge in the sweet potato field at a glance.
"I'm not mistaken?" Faced with the hesitation of the Palace Master, Ying Tianfu Tongzhi nodded helplessly and said: "Hui Palace Master, it is indeed His Highness, the two elders of the Reconciliation Pavilion. Over there under the pergola are the Young Master and the Superintendent of Shanglin Garden. People." Zou Xueyu glanced at the Imperial College students scattered in the sweet potato field, and said cautiously: "This has been working for most of the day, how did the good teaching become like this?" This question, Yingtian Mansion officials We can't give an answer.
The sun was already three in the sky at this time, and the autumn sun still had a hint of heat. Countless prison students have begun to feel heavy on their hands and feet.
Even though these supervisors have been rotated several times, everyone takes turns cutting sweet potato vines, digging sweet potatoes, and loading sweet potatoes.
But how can the supervisors who have never been involved in farming and mulberry farming persevere? Some people have even begun to move slowly, unwilling to move even a moment.
"I can't do it anymore!"
"I really can't do it anymore!" In the field, a supervisor finally shouted. Then there was a thud from the sweet potato field, and it was obvious that the supervisor who had called was falling to the ground.
If one person is unable to hold on, a chain reaction will immediately occur. The prison guards fell to the ground one by one, wrapping their hands in their sleeves and wiping the sweat from their faces.
"I really can't do it anymore..."
"This work is too tiring!"
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo of of of ' ah..." When each of the prison guards couldn't hold it in anymore and gave up, some even finally collapsed and sat on the ground crying.
The sound of voices once again returned to the sweet potato field.
"Your Highness! The student really can't do it anymore. It's not that the student is unwilling, it's that he really can't do the job anymore..."
"Let the students take a break...students...students will dig sweet potatoes again tomorrow! The students will definitely finish digging all the sweet potatoes!"
"Xie Hanlin...Xie Hanlin...just let us have a rest." The prison students began to collectively shout for mercy.
Under the pergola, Yuan Sutai looked at the chaos of the prison students, with a smile on his face. Zou Xueyu, who had just arrived, blinked and looked at the gang of supervisors who had only caused trouble for Yingtian Mansion all day long. At this moment, they were all slumped on the ground, and there was actually a sense of pride and joy in his heart.
Jie Jin finally raised his head, straightened up, and looked around.
"Your Highness." He called out, and when he saw Zhu Yunxi stopped what he was doing and raised his head. Xie Jin then shouted to the supervisors around him: "Are you really tired?"
"really!"
"It's absolutely true! Students don't dare to deceive Jie Hanlin. Students really can't handle it anymore."
"If the students are pretending, tell them to go out and kill them!"
"..."
"Mr. Xie Ge, the students are really exhausted..." There was a sound of complaints in the sweet potato field. Xie Jin nodded and glanced at the sweet potato field where the harvest was less than half done: "It's noon too, and the Shanglinyuan Prison will deliver the lunch I'm waiting for later. But before that, I have a question. I have never been able to get an answer, so I would like to ask you guys."
"Xie Hanlin only asks questions. As long as the students know something, they must tell everything they know!" If you can talk, don't move.
It was just to answer a question from Mr. Xie Ge. The supervisors immediately agreed without thinking too much.
Jie Jin opened his mouth and shouted: "The imperial court has recently received envoys from the Oara tribe in the grasslands. They want to make good friends with the imperial court. The cabinet wants to send some food and supplies to show our Ming Dynasty's benevolence and justice." The problem suddenly changed. Ming Dynasty’s foreign policy.
It’s just that this issue is obviously based on history. Most of the supervisors just thought about it for a moment and then started to agree. Many people even thought that the cabinet's move was a fair consideration.
Xie Jin then said: "This includes the sweet potatoes you dug today... Of course, the output of this entire sweet potato field will be sent to the Oara tribe." After finishing speaking, Xie Jin He looked quietly at the supervisors around him.
At this time, the crowd began to make some different movements. The imperial court wanted to send something to the Oara tribe to stabilize the situation on the border. This had been done by all dynasties, and the Ming Dynasty could certainly do it as well.
But suddenly, what they wanted to give became the sweet potatoes they dug out just before they kept begging for mercy. The prison guards began to feel unwilling to come.
The sweet potatoes that laborers and managers worked so hard to dig out here were finally able to take a break. So what is it about the Oara tribe that just saying a good knot and crying about poverty can make the sweet potatoes that we people dig out so hard become white?
But no one spoke up to object loudly, but the silence of the group was clearly expressed. Xie Jin added: "It seems that everyone agrees with the cabinet's proposal."
“Students don’t agree!”
"If the Oara tribe wants to form a good relationship with me, the Ming Dynasty, they should send us something!"
"If these sweet potatoes were given to the people of the Ming Dynasty, how many people could the sweet potato fields here feed? Why should they be given to those Oara people!" For a time, there was inexplicable opposition in the sweet potato fields.
Jie Jin glanced at the smiling Emperor Taisun not far away, raised his arms and pressed down.
"It seems that I made a mistake." Xie Jin smiled as if he was mocking himself, and then said: "Can you please tell me why you don't agree with the idea of the cabinet?" Why?
Xie Jin's words immediately caused the supervisors to question him. Naturally, they are embarrassed to admit that this is because they are unwilling to give to others what they have worked so hard to dig out.
Xie Jin smiled and continued: "Farming mulberry trees is a hard thing to begin with. You only have to work for half a day today, and you are already miserable, but the people have to work year after year, and the warehouses are not full every year. The suffering of mulberry farming, This is the suffering of the world. You are all the emperor's disciples, the people of the imperial court, and you will be the ministers in the future. With these shoulders, can you return to farming and mulberry every day? Can you carry the world's grain?"... …………Monthly ticket recommendation ticket
