Daming: A critical literary hero, a hundred officials kneeling and begging not to write

On the first day, under everyone’s attention, Chen Yong did not respond.

The next day, Chen Yong still did not respond.

Zhu Biao and Song Lian were both a little anxious.

Tianxiang Pavilion.

A group of people from the Hanlin Courtyard gathered around the table, and Kong Zhao said, “Everyone. ”

“It’s been two days, and there hasn’t been any news from Liaozhai, and the swollen face and fat man took the challenge before.”

“Now it’s time to eat the consequences!”

“Hahaha!”

Zhou Jin smiled and said, “Sir, in my opinion, this is the inevitable ending. ”

“Our Hanlin Academy gathered the essence of everyone to write such a book of persuasion, and even Song Lian was full of praise after reading it.”

“He will surpass us alone?”

“It’s just wishful thinking!”

Another student, Zhang Chun, said: “If you want me to see it, it is still this trick of the sacrificial wine lord, who challenges the court and puts the chat on the fire.” ”

“As long as the divine will is issued to the world, we will already be able to win the battle.”

“If Liaozhai refuses, he will definitely be discredited! His manuscript is to be exhibited in the Hanlin Academy! ”

“It’s the same as offering prisoners in the Taimiao!”

“If he agrees, what is the use of driving ducks on the shelves, pretending to be calm, it will only be ridiculed by others and do not measure up!”

“I toast my lord with a glass of wine!”

“Come on!” Zhou Jin suggested, “Let’s all toast Lord Wine. ”

“Hahaha~” Kong Zhao laughed proudly: “This time, when Liaozhai apologizes to me in public, I have to count him well!” ”

“Also, let’s see where this grandson came from!”

“I can’t get by with the Hanlin Courtyard!”

“Yes!”

“Come on, drink!”

Listening to the undisguised mockery over there, Shang Xiaoling next door kicked the wall a few times, pouted and said, “What are you proud of?” ”

“Mr. Chatsai will definitely win!”

“Sister Ning, you said yes?”

Ning Zhiyu did not reply, but said worriedly: “I want to write an article with a quality that exceeds that of the agricultural advice book within three days…”

“Hard!”

Shang Xiaoling said with a big grin: “Don’t worry! ”

“I have confidence in Mr. Chatsai!”

“Why?”

“Sister, you don’t know, yesterday a god woman passed by the gate of Tianxiang Pavilion, and I asked him to settle a trivia.”

“Mr. Chat Zhai wins!”

That’s how it is!

Ning Zhiyu touched her head, and she really couldn’t bear to say that these people were talking about people and talking about ghosts.

It is to coax you to take out the money~

Hey~

Silly sister!

In the eyes of everyone’s expectation, it was finally the third day!

Before everyone works, detour to the foot of the Imperial City as soon as possible to see if there is a new Imperial List posted!

When I see that I haven’t yet, I can’t help but feel frustrated!

Rumble, rumble.

Spring thunder burst, today’s Zhu Yuanzhang changed into his bright yellow uniform, took the Nine Dragon Wing Good Crown, and walked to the altar of Xiannong.

Wang Guangyang, the prime minister of Zhongshu Province, placed the three sacrifices used for sacrifice on it.

“The minister Zhu Yuanzhang told the emperor to sacrifice the land of the queen of heaven…”

National affairs, in Rong and worship.

Every spring, Zhu Yuanzhang would go to the altar of agriculture to worship the god of agriculture, Houji, and then open the spring plough to do a pro-farming to express his importance to farming.

After coming down from the altar of the first farm, Zhu Yuanzhang moved to a piece of land next to him, Zhu Biao helped the plow, Hu Weiyong took the ox, and Zhu Yuanzhang pulled the reins later, and joyfully began to plow the land.

In order to do what he liked, Hu Weiyong also called dozens of peasants from Fengyang to participate in the pro-cultivation ceremony, and they gave a thumbs up and praised: “Look at that situation, the emperor is a man who can farm!” ”

Shangshu of the Ministry of Etiquette read the congratulatory message sentence by sentence, and next to it there are the immortals of the wind and rain and thunder played by the drama team.

He originally wanted to say that enough was enough, for the pro-cultivation ceremony, the emperor of Meng Yuan has always taken a formality.

But Zhu Yuanzhang was biased, and in the stunned eyes of everyone, he actually ploughed a whole acre of land, and he was really professional!

“Hahaha~”

“I haven’t done it for a long time, and this acre of land has made our backs ache!”

Zhu Yuanzhang gulped a large gulp of water, and his gaze swept over the civil and military officials: “All of you, all go down to the field and plow some!!” ”

“Huh?”

Hearing this, the officials immediately felt sad in their hearts.

They are pampered, how can they plow the land.

Shang Shu of the Ministry of Etiquette just wanted to advise that this was against etiquette, and Zhu Yuanzhang glared back at him with a look.

He looked at Zhou Jin of the Hanlin Courtyard: “But we remember?” ”

“When you were in the Fengtian Temple, you personally admitted that after listening to the letter of persuasion to the peasants, your blood was surging, and you can’t wait to work and live with the peasants now!”

“It’s time to start!”

Zhou Jin chuckled in his heart, God is pitiful, he was just fast at that time, how could he think of playing really!

After being an official under Old Zhu for such a long time, he still didn’t understand that Zhu Yuanzhang was a more real person.

“And Kong Zhao, the rest of the Hanlin Academy, all go!”

“Yes!”

The group rolled up their trouser legs and went down to the field, and came to the farm tools, their eyes widened, and their faces looked at each other.

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and said, “Isn’t one of the people in a group who knows how to cultivate the land?” ”

“Weren’t you farmers before you became officials?”

“This…” Zhou Jinyan said, “Emperor, it is not written in the book of saints!” ”

Zhu Yuanzhang’s heart was cold, and he mouthed to the old farmer Nunu from Fengyang: “You go and teach them.” ”

“Obey!”

Under the guidance of a few old farmers, they barely had a division of labor and knew what they were doing.

But Zhou Jin’s plough was soft and tumbling, and it was crooked, and it was well drawn into a curve, and the ploughing cow did not know what stimulated, and suddenly became very stubborn, just did not go!

“Snap!”

Kong Zhao only knew to whip hard, “Hurry up!” Come on! ”

“You stupid bull!”

In the end, even the old farmer in Fengyang couldn’t let the cow go!

The ground became a farce.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Yuanzhang’s eyes were cold, and his face was full of unkindness.

Kong Zhao and several people hurriedly knelt in the mud and said, “The emperor, the ministers and others are guilty!” ”

“Hmph!”

Zhu Yuanzhang didn’t say much, and after a cold snort, he flicked his sleeves and left!

Not long after, under the protection of Jinyiwei, he came to a farmland outside Yingtian City, and saw an old man sitting on a ditch resting, a child holding a book reading aloud next to him, and the old farmer listened with relish, laughing from time to time.

In March, there was a breeze blowing in the spring thunder, and there was a breeze blowing in the sky, and they could not hear the child’s voice clearly, but only occasionally heard a few words.

“Agriculture is the foundation of the world…”

“Persuade the class farmer~”

Fan Jin said…”

Kong Zhao also thought that he was reading his letter of persuasion, and immediately stood up with his head held high, as if the farce just now had not happened!

Only, what is Fan Jin?

Is there this in his exhortation book?

No matter, maybe which sentence is quoted, I don’t remember it clearly!

Zhu Yuanzhang said, “Let’s go, let’s meet that old farmer!” ”

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