Yongqinghou Mansion.
Zhu Zhanji used a set of thirteen fatal shots, "Uncle Qing, how about it?"
"not bad."
"I think the Fatal Rhythm style is still a bit raw. It's not as good as Uncle Qing. When you use it, the gun seems to be alive." Zhu Zhanji said, "Uncle Qing, if you have any tricks, don't hide them." Come on, we are our own people!"
"I've left all the moves to you, the rest is practice makes perfect." Li Qing said with a smile, "Young man, you still have to practice."
"Okay!" Zhu Zhanji was a little disappointed when he didn't get the secret book he expected, and he became interested in corn again. "Uncle Qing, didn't you say the time for planting has passed? How can you still plant it?"
Li Qing pointed to the large mobile tent on the side, "It is true that the best time for planting has passed, but I can create conditions!"
Basking in the sun during the day and covering it with a tent at night, these are the conditions created by Li Qing.
However, corn requires high temperatures to fully mature, which he cannot satisfy now. Li Qing's original plan was to eat young corn.
"It will be ready to eat in three to five days. If you want to eat, come over then."
"Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious." Li Qing smiled and nodded. Most of the novel ingredients were delicious for the first time.
What's more, tender corn tastes good when cooked, and it tastes even better if it is stewed with ribs.
Thinking of this, Li Qing couldn't help but salivate. He wandered around the cornfield and found several tender corns with full cobs.
When Zhu Zhanji saw this, he immediately said: "Uncle Qing, I won't leave at noon today."
"Okay." Li Qing said in a doting tone to the younger generation, "I'll let someone make you whatever you want to eat."
"Host or guest, I can eat whatever you want." Zhu Zhanji chuckled, picked up the red tassel gun and started playing with it again.
Li Qing sighed: Being young is good!
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When the three daughters learned that their grandson was going to have a meal at the house, and saw that the Yongle rice they had been longing for was ready to eat, they immediately expressed that they would cook it themselves, not to let down the Yongle rice.
It was nice to do some work occasionally, and Li Qing was so happy that he simply let them do their work.
It is now late autumn, and in Jinling, the climate is the most pleasant among the four seasons of the year. I picked up a copy of the Yongle Dadian, leaned on the recliner and read through it, occasionally giving Zhu Zhanji some pointers, which was quite interesting.
noon.
The two of them ate in the pavilion. The meal was not too rich. A bowl of corn ribs soup was very generous, and it was accompanied by a plate of steamed fish and a plate of preserved eggs, which was enough for two people.
“It smells so good~”
Zhu Zhanji played with the gun for a long time and felt hungry. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to start making. Suddenly he was attracted to preserved eggs and asked curiously: "Uncle Qing, are these...salted duck eggs?"
"Let's forget it!" Li Qing said with a smile, "I call it preserved egg. Try it. It tastes good."
Zhu Zhanji was a little hesitant. This thing was crystal clear and shiny, but... it was too dark and seemed broken. Can it be eaten?
"This is a good thing, and I can only eat it here." Seeing his hesitation, Li Qing took a piece first and hummed, "I haven't eaten it since I left the Marquis Mansion."
Seeing that he had eaten everything, Zhu Zhanji plucked up the courage to take a piece, chewed it a few times, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "It tastes so good!"
As expected of a great grandson, he is also very smart. Zhu Zhanji soon learned the essence of the dish, specializing in egg yolks and using his chopsticks very carefully.
That eating phase...has the father's style!
Li Qing shook his head and laughed. He picked up a spoon and filled a small bowl of corn ribs soup and tasted it carefully.
Li Qing was quite satisfied to be able to eat corn in this era, and he felt as if he had returned to the future.
After Zhu Zhanji finished making the preserved eggs, he also turned his attention to Yongle rice. As for the ribs... he didn't care at all.
The light yellow corn becomes shiny after being stewed, and the grains are plump, making it look very appetizing.
When you take a bite, it is tender and refreshing. The fresh aroma of corn itself combined with the meaty aroma of the ribs is a perfect word.
"It smells so good!" Zhu Zhanji said generously, "Uncle Qing, if you eat meat, I will give you this Yongle rice, which is a coarse grain."
After all, regardless of Li Qing's response, catching corn is a waste.
This left Li Qing quite speechless. There were only two sticks of corn in the basin, which could not be eaten by little Zhanji.
"Save some for me." Li Qing quickly put two pieces into the bowl and occupied them first.
…
"Hiccup~"
Zhu Zhanji burped, with a satisfied look on his face, "Thank you Uncle Qing for the hospitality. This meal today is the most delicious meal I have ever had."
"It's delicious. Come here often." Li Qing said a polite word.
But Zhu Zhanji was not polite at all. Not only did he want to come often, he also wanted to take away corn and preserved eggs.
After eating and drinking, do you still want to take it away? Li Qing said angrily, "Yongle rice is ripe and these sticks have been made. We have made them all. If you want to eat them, wait two days and the preserved eggs are gone. I will make some more in the future."
"Uncle Qing, I brought this for my father." Zhu Zhanji looked like a filial son, "My father is busy with government affairs all day long, so hard, I want him to have a taste of it..."
"Okay, okay." Li Qing said helplessly, "I'll get some preserved eggs for you later, but Yongle rice has to wait for two days. Don't worry, there are more than 150 trees, I can't finish them all."
"Thank you, Uncle Qing!" Zhu Zhanji beamed.
After eating and drinking, he felt energetic again, "Uncle Qing, let's try it, shall we?"
"Then try it, try it!"
…
The two came to a spacious place. To ensure safety, they both carried long sticks.
Zhu Zhanji was full of confidence, struck the ground with his long stick, and said proudly: "Uncle Qing, you are the elder, you come first."
"No need, Uncle Qing's old bones are still strong."
"Okay!" Zhu Zhanji was not polite, his shoulders sank, he picked up the wooden stick and attacked, "Deadly rhythm!"
"Go straight to Huanglong!"
Li Qing arrived first, passing by the afterimage of the stick, and pressed the long stick against Zhu Zhanji's chest.
If it were a fight on the battlefield, Xiao Zhanji would be killed in one fell swoop.
"Uncle Qing is really a sword that never grows old!" Zhu Zhanji put away the long stick and sighed, "In that case, I won't hide it anymore, and Uncle Qing, don't let me go."
After that, he attacked again, with extremely fierce moves. Obviously, he had practiced the thirteen deadly spears for a long time.
But, that doesn’t work at all.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhu Zhanji swung his long stick and said angrily: "No fight, no fight, I'm sore all over from being poked by you. Uncle Qing, you really don't hold back!"
No, I will hold back, otherwise I will kill you with one stick... Li Qing smiled and said, "Practice more, Uncle Qing, I have been practicing for most of my life, how long have you been practicing?"
After saying this, Zhu Zhanji felt a lot better and asked curiously: "Uncle Qing, I heard that your master is the immortal Zhang Slutty. Is he more powerful?"
"Yes." Li Qing nodded, "But the Immortal was made up by common people based on rumors. He is just an ordinary person with high martial arts skills."
Because of Jiajing's relationship with the old Taoist priest, Li Qing really didn't want the old Zhu family to take this path. "There are no immortals in the world, and his old man is already gone."
"The old man has passed away?"
"Well, he's been dead for several years." Li Qing opened his mouth, but the old man couldn't hear him anyway.
He didn't want to talk about this topic in depth, so he started chatting with him about serious things.
"You have grown up now. It's time to help your father share the burden." Li Qing took the lead and walked to the pavilion and said, "Your grandfather has high expectations for you. He will not be angry if you interfere in political affairs."
Zhu Zhanji kept up with Li Qing and said helplessly: "I have thought about it, but my father doesn't let me get involved in political affairs so early, and he doesn't let me learn from him."
"Don't let you learn from him?"
"Ang." Zhu Zhanji said, "Father said that he can do this because grandpa is here, but if I become emperor in the future, it will not be a good thing for the Ming Dynasty if I remain like him."
Li Qing was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Your father sees clearly. He is right."
Seeing him saying the same thing, Zhu Zhanji said in dismay, "Then who should I learn from?"
"Follow your grandpa!"
"But he almost doesn't take care of things." Zhu Zhanji said helplessly, "Whenever he handles government affairs, he is always generous and sloppy, and it's all based on grandpa's words. I can't learn anything!"
Li Qing smiled and shook his head, "For an emperor, it is enough to grasp the general strategy. If everything must be done personally, then what is the use of hundreds of officials?"
While talking, the two came to the pavilion.
Zhu Zhanji sat down thoughtfully, nodded and said, "Uncle Qing said the same thing, but sometimes I think about grandpa, he is quite blessed."
"How to say?"
"He only cares about the general direction. My father will do everything. He can realize his ambitions without having to worry about it. Aren't you happy?"
Li Qingshen thought it was true. Zhu Di was really blessed to have such an old son.
If it weren't for Xiaopang, Zhu Di wouldn't be able to be so willful.
