After Zhao Mian and Yang Jing left, Zhu Yuanzhang also relieved himself of the emperor's burden.
He picked up Zhu Yunzhen and raised him high with both hands.
"Okay! At such a young age, you can have such knowledge. You are worthy of being our grandson, hahaha... Hei'er, you really make us look good!"
Zhu Yunxuan was held high by Zhu Yuanzhang and looked at Lao Zhu's face.
The wrinkles on his face seemed to be smiling.
"Grandpa Huang," Zhu Yunxuan said coquettishly: "Zhen'er is afraid of heights, please let him down quickly."
Lao Zhu laughed when he heard this and said pointedly: "Young man, you can't be afraid of heights, you know? Others can be afraid of heights, but you can't be afraid."
Not afraid of heights?
Zhu Yunxuan suddenly felt a little shocked in his heart.
"Grandpa Huang, why can't you be afraid of heights?"
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Children, don't ask. I said you can't be afraid, but you can't be afraid. Do you understand?"
But having said that, Zhu Yuanzhang still let go of Zhu Yunxu.
Zhu Yunxuan was held by Zhu Yuanzhang's hand and sat beside the bed.
"Zhen'er, Grandpa Huang asked you, how did you come up with the method in this memorial?"
Zhu Yunxiang tilted his head, looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and said, "Dad has asked Xuer to read since he was a child. He reads all kinds of books. The more he reads, the more he thinks of it."
It cannot be said that this is the content of the textbooks for future generations.
"Not bad!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded happily: "Zhen'er, you have helped Grandpa Huang a lot."
Zhu Yunhuan took the opportunity and said: "This is what Fu'er should do. Fu'er said that it is Fu'er's duty to be a good minister and share the worries of the emperor."
The two words "courtier" are the focus of this passage.
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said nothing more.
He held Zhu Yunzhen's hand affectionately and looked at the door, wondering what he was thinking.
"Grandpa Huang, what's wrong with you?" Zhu Yunxu asked.
"It's okay, it's okay." Lao Zhu shook his head, stood up suddenly, took Zhu Yunxi's hand and walked out the door: "Zhen'er, let's go, Grandpa Huang will take you to see something."
Following Lao Zhu's footsteps, Zhu Yunxuan came to an open space behind the palace.
The open space is about five feet in diameter and has been plowed. The fresh soil is turned out, exposed to the air, and slightly moist.
"Grandpa Huang, this is..."
"Sweet potato field." Zhu Yuanzhang laughed and said, "We haven't done anything else in the past two days. We planted all the sweet potatoes you gave us, hahaha..."
"How's it going? Grandpa Huang, is the land doing well?"
Zhu Yuanzhang showed off the land he plowed like an old boy.
But soon, he shook his head again: "I'm afraid you won't understand if I let you see it."
"Hey, I'm old! Doing these things will make our backs hurt. If only we were young..."
Zhu Yuanzhang looked into the distance, as if reminiscing.
Zhu Yunzhen was moved.
Lao Zhu had a bumpy journey, even though he had become an emperor.
However, he never forgot his true feelings.
Now, he looks at this sweet potato as if he were looking at his own child.
"Grandpa Huang," Zhu Yunxuan said, "The sweet potato will grow up quickly, so that no people will starve to death in the Ming Dynasty."
"Yes!" Zhu Yuanzhang came to his senses and nodded repeatedly: "There are no people who starve to death!"
Zhu Yuanzhang looked forward to it: "Grandpa Huang has been waiting for that day."
"If this sweet potato can really provide food and clothing for the people, Grandpa Huang will die without regrets."
Zhu Yunxuan smiled and said: "Grandpa Huang, don't talk nonsense! You will definitely live a long life and stay with Xu'er all the time."
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, then he stroked Zhu Yunxi's little head and laughed loudly: "Okay, I will stay with Xu'er all the time. We, grandson and grandson, will just wait and wait for the day when it matures."
"Waiting for the day when the people of Ming Dynasty will never be hungry again."
"Yeah!" Zhu Yunzhen nodded repeatedly: "Grandpa Huang, let's wait together."
"Together..." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed softly and said, "If you don't know our body, how long can we wait."
"No, Grandpa Huang is a long-lived man. He can afford to wait for ten thousand years."
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned and laughed loudly: "That's what they shouted nonsense, but you took it seriously..."
Zhu Yunxuan shouted angrily: "They are not shouting nonsense, I want Grandpa Huang to live 10,000 years!"
"Hahaha!" Zhu Yuanzhang touched his head and said, "Okay, let's live ten thousand years!"
…
Following Lao Zhu back to the study from the open space, it was still early.
It could be seen that Zhu Yuanzhang was in a very good mood today. He picked a peach from the copper plate just delivered by the eunuch, handed it to Zhu Yunxuan, and asked: "Zhen'er, I asked you to investigate the Bu family's case. Did you find out?" how's it going?"
Zhu Yunxuan took the peach from Zhu Yuanzhang's hand and took a big bite. The juice overflowed and the sweetness spread in his mouth.
"Grandpa Huang, Xi'er is working on it as soon as possible." He blinked his big eyes and looked very serious.
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said, "Grandpa Huang believes in you."
Zhu Yunxuan continued to eat.
Zhu Yuanzhang said seriously: "Have you ever heard of Fang Zhongyong?"
Fang Zhongyong?
Zhu Yunxuan recalled that he seemed to have studied this text.
Fang Zhongyong was a child prodigy in the Northern Song Dynasty. He was extremely talented at a young age.
But later, due to his father's ignorance and his own pride and complacency, he eventually lost sight of everyone.
It can be considered a tragedy.
He nodded and said, "Zhen'er knows."
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "It's good to know, Fu'er, you are very smart."
"But you must not be lazy, let alone arrogant, and swim against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. You must keep it in mind."
"You have to study harder and harder and don't let your talent down."
Zhu Yunxuan secretly screamed in his heart that something was wrong. Does this count as shooting himself in the foot?
He suddenly had a bitter look on his face and whispered in a low voice: "Grandpa Huang, I just want to be a prince who just eats and waits for death. I don't need a cantilever to pierce my bones, right?"
Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at him angrily and tapped his head lightly.
"That won't work. Our old Zhu family doesn't raise lazy people."
Which of your descendants who have been crowned kings and marquises is not a lazy person?
Zhu Yunzhen uttered something silently in his heart.
Dare not speak out to refute.
Lao Zhu became interested, put his hands on the desk, and said with a smile: "You don't want to study seriously, then Grandpa Huang will test you."
"Well, you come and compose a poem."
"During the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Zhi could compose a poem in seven steps. Naturally, we won't embarrass you like this. We'll just limit it to one stick of incense. How about that?"
Zhu Yunzhen's face became even more bitter. Being an emperor's grandson is not easy.
Not only to make suggestions, but also to recite poems and write poems.
"Grandpa Huang, Xi'er is only seven years old. Isn't it too difficult to write poetry?"
Lao Zhu shook his head: "You can even think of such a clever accounting method, but you are still stumped by a poem?"
Zhu Yunzhen was helpless and asked: "Grandpa Huang, is it okay to write any poem?"
Lao Zhu nodded and said, "Okay, we won't make any propositions either."
Zhu Yunzhen breathed a sigh of relief. If Lao Zhu had given him a question, he might not be able to remember it for a while.
Fortunately, you can play freely.
He quickly filtered out the poems written by Hongwu twenty-five years ago in his mind, and then began to select them.
It won't work if you are too stable and mature, you won't be able to express sadness in spring and autumn, and you won't be able to use a lot of allusions.
As a result, there are actually not many poems to choose from.
He took a deep breath and slowly said: "Li Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths."
A strange color flashed across Lao Zhu's face.
He had never thought that Zhu Yunxian could write a decent poem.
After all, it's just a seven-year-old doll.
The purpose of setting the question is to embarrass him and suppress his pride.
But although this sentence is straightforward, it is catchy and has a certain style.
Zhu Chongxu continued: "It doesn't feel new yet."
Lao Zhu trembled all over.
This is something no one has said before.
It's a groundbreaking theory.
Li Du was the pinnacle of poets. Before that, who dared to say that their poems were "not fresh"?
This lofty sentiments are majestic and majestic. Only the grandson of our old Zhu family can have such courage.
Lao Zhu held his breath and waited quietly for the next sentence.
Unknowingly, he began to look forward to his grandson's poems.
After Zhu Yunxuan finished reading this sentence, he paused temporarily, frowned, pretended to be thoughtful, and continued to read: "There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years."
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned and did not come back to his senses for a while.
Suddenly, he stood up.
The old face changed again and again, and his voice trembled: "Zhen'er, will you read the poem again?"
Zhu Yunxuan said loudly: "Li and Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but they are no longer new. Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years."
"Write it down, write it down quickly." Zhu Yuanzhang shouted to the eunuch beside him.
"Hahaha! I didn't expect that our old Zhu family would also produce an unprecedented literary talent. Now look at those Confucian scholars, do they dare to accuse our old Zhu family of being a mud-legged family with no education?"
He looked up to the sky and laughed, extremely proud.
