Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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When Emperor Hongzhi was about to stand up, he felt his waist was about to break.

Just now when he collected the potatoes, he didn't feel it yet, but when he stood up, even though he was supported by the eunuch, the world was spinning, Xiao Jing had quick eyesight and quick hands, he hugged Emperor Hongzhi, and Emperor Hongzhi was able to stabilize himself.

Emperor Hongzhi breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and said, "Thirty-three stones?"

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, thirty-three stones, the heavens are auspicious, the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty are virtuous, and the common people are lucky."

Xiao Jing knelt in the mud, trying to squeeze out tears.

Emperor Hongzhi didn't bother to pay attention to him, and looked at Fang Jifan, showing a kind of easy-going smile: "I'm not young anymore, I already feel that my waist is going to break, but digging out so much grain from the ground, I'm so worried." It's a relief, you... are really the pillars of my Daming. How do you eat this thing?"

The captains all puffed up their chests, but they all looked at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan said: "How about...try it?"

"Of course I have to taste it!" Emperor Hongzhi laughed.

Zhu Houzhao winked at Fang Jifan, but Fang Jifan pretended not to see it.

A group of people hurried back to Qianhu House, Emperor Hongzhi sat down and said to the crowd: "Sit down, I'm tired, I think you are tired too."

The eunuchs moved the chairs in a hurry, and everyone sat down one after another. Emperor Hongzhi looked very interested, and someone had already sent the harvested potatoes to the dining hall for cooking.

The method of cooking potatoes is very simple, just stir them into puree, put a little sesame oil, and put a little salt, just stew, the mashed potatoes can be cooked in one pot.

Even if it is a staple food, it should look like a staple food. Zhu Houzhao seemed to have thought of something, and brought an eunuch over, whispered a few words in a whisper, and the eunuch hurried away.

Emperor Hongzhi didn't care about Zhu Houzhao. In fact, he was still in a panic. Such a high yield was no less than that of sweet potatoes.

But is this thing really edible?

tasty?

People will eat?

All these questions lingered in his mind.

All of a sudden, the mood was extremely complicated.

Seeing that Emperor Hongzhi had no intention of speaking, everyone naturally did not dare to be presumptuous, but everyone had their own concerns and remained silent.

Half an hour later, plates of mashed potatoes were brought up, and everyone stared at the food on the plate... This thing looks like a paste...

Xiao Jing personally brought a plate of mashed potatoes, Emperor Hongzhi looked down, this thing...is it really edible?

He hesitated, just about to raise his chopsticks.

At this time, I heard a voice say: "Father..."

Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyes.

But Zhu Houzhao smiled and said: "Before eating this mashed potatoes, you have to have an appetizer porridge first."

Emperor Hongzhi said with a smile: "There is such a thing?"

Zhu Houzhao said sullenly, "Both Erchen and Fang Jifan are very particular people."

Fang Jifan was a little speechless, he suspected that Zhu Houzhao was cheating himself.

Zhu Houzhao then went straight out of the lobby and brought a bucket of porridge in person.

This porridge was what he had just ordered the little eunuch to buy.

Then, he ordered someone to take the bowl, carried the wooden spoon, scooped up the porridge one by one, and then distributed it to the monarchs and ministers present.

"What is this?"

Looking at the 'yellow rice porridge' that was almost unbearable to see, Emperor Hongzhi was at a loss. Is this porridge? There is not much rice in this porridge, and most of them are yellowed and broken rice. There is no rice fragrance at all.

"Father, this is yellow rice porridge!" Zhu Houzhao replied honestly.

Emperor Hongzhi sneered: "Do you think I have never seen yellow rice porridge?"

Yes, Emperor Hongzhi has experienced the hardships of the people and tried yellow rice porridge himself. Although the taste is not very delicious, it is not too unpalatable. , linked with the yellow rice porridge I ate in the palace.

Zhu Houzhao said seriously: "Of course my father knows what yellow rice porridge looks like, but my ministers know that my father must not know what the yellow rice porridge eaten by ordinary people looks like. My father wants to experience the hardships of the people in the palace. , just a word of mouth, the imperial dining room will try its best to prepare it, but how will they prepare the yellow rice porridge? Thinking about it, they still have to select the best yellow rice, the grains are full, and each grain is carefully selected. After that, dig out the rice clean, wash away all impurities, boil it carefully with firewood for a few hours, then add some honey, or some sugar, maybe even a side dish for the father , and sent the meeting to the Emperor Father."

Zhu Houzhao looked at Emperor Hongzhi with a smile, and finally said: "Father, what I said is right."

"..." Emperor Hongzhi had a feeling that his face was being slapped, and his face was hot and painful.

But...he glanced at Xiao Jing, Xiao Jing bowed his body and lowered his head.

Emperor Hongzhi already understood what was going on, so he only asked the case and fell silent.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao said again: "Old Fang...ah, no, Xinjian Bofang Jifan once told a joke to his ministers, saying that he was an ignorant old farmer, thinking of the emperor Laozi in the Forbidden City..."

Fang Jifan's body shook violently, and he immediately said: "Your Highness, don't talk nonsense, I never said such things as the emperor Lao Tzu, what I said is that the old farmer imagined the Holy Emperor in the Forbidden City...it is the Holy Emperor, not the Emperor Lao Tzu!"

Zhu Houzhao said with a dry smile: "Okay, okay, even if

It must be Laozi Shenghuang. The old farmer was thinking, how would the old man Shenghuang farm the land? When the old man Shenghuang plowed the land, he must have used a golden pole or a golden hoe. "

As soon as this remark came out, Emperor Hongzhi was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled.

Liu Jian and the others also laughed.

The old farmer is ignorant, and such jokes are not impossible.

Zhu Houzhao immediately said: "But... father... this son is quite straightforward, so let's just say it, this old farmer is ignorant, isn't father also very ignorant? The old farmers don't know that father doesn't need to cultivate land in the palace. And the father is in the palace, isn't that what the people think about the suffering of the people? Let's talk about the yellow rice porridge. Yellow rice porridge, although they have the same name, are actually two completely different things. Just like the ginseng soup in my father's Shangshan prison is completely different from the ginseng soup that ordinary people drink."

"Didn't my father always let my ministers experience the sufferings of the people and understand the sufferings of the people?" Zhu Houzhao proudly puffed up his chest when he said this: "My ministers have experienced it, and I have also drank yellow rice porridge. Yellow rice porridge, which is the staple food of ordinary people, might as well give the emperor a try."

"..."

Emperor Hongzhi didn't speak, but with a sullen face, he lowered his head and looked at the yellow rice porridge in front of him seriously.

Although Zhu Houzhao's words were sharp, this kid seemed to be like this all the time.

But in front of so many courtiers, it seems that he said too much.

But...Emperor Hongzhi didn't blame him, after all, what this kid said was true.

It seems... this is my fault, and I also have oversights.

He smiled slightly and said, "Okay, then I will try this real yellow rice porridge."

After that, he raised the porridge bowl, took the silver spoon, took a sip, and then frowned.

A rancid smell hit the taste buds and quickly spread throughout the mouth. This taste, this clear soup with little water, is not only unpalatable, it is really unpalatable.

He raised his eyes slightly, but saw Zhu Houzhao's look of anticipation, as if he had long expected him to drink up the yellow rice porridge.

This……

Emperor Hongzhi thought to himself, the reasoning is reasonable, and the prince is indeed more stable than before, and it is really gratifying that he can understand the sufferings of the people. But is he so eager to see my jokes? This...is not a matter of reason, but...a matter of attitude.

Are you still a son?

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Emperor Hongzhi still smiled! Be calm, don't get angry with him, today is a good day, you should be happy.

A bowl of porridge was almost finished with pinched nose, it was hard to eat, worse than medicine.

Liu Jian and others saw that His Majesty drank a bowl of yellow rice porridge in one breath, who would dare not drink it? One by one obediently picked up the porridge, but...

After the first sip, I wanted to die.

Among them, even the ones with the lowest family background are middle-class people, otherwise they would not be able to pay for their studies and get them to be named on the gold list. Many ministers have submitted to the emperor, telling that their family background is poor and their background is meager, but in reality? , The so-called bitterest days in their minds are three meals a day, white rice, and meat can always be seen every now and then.

But this yellow rice porridge, compared to their lightest food, is simply pig food.

Shen Wen woke up a long time ago, and he realized that he was very sad, and he had to suffer a second time, and suffer a second crime. The yellow rice porridge almost vomited after drinking half of it, but how could he dare to lose his dignity in front of the king? , I could only grit my teeth and use my unrivaled perseverance to hold on.

The smell of rotten water reverberated in his stomach and throat... His face was ashen, like a monk studying iron cloth shirts in Shaolin Temple, his hands were clenched tightly, his muscles were tense, and he almost let out a hoot, showing the might of China !

The suffering of the common people, today...Emperor Hongzhi has seen it for real. In the past, when he saw Wang Er, he felt bitter when he saw their house was barren. Later, when Ouyang Zhi said that the army and people in Liaodong were suffering, Emperor Hongzhi also felt the suffering, as if he felt that he had empathized with it.

But today's yellow rice porridge is the real bitterness.

"Your Majesty, please use potatoes."

Fang Jifan saw that the monarchs and ministers were uncomfortable, and his conscience was condemned. His Royal Highness is really thought-provoking. He used the same way he used to deal with him to deal with his father. This guy... sooner or later he will kill himself, Fang Jifan felt that he should warn himself, it is better to draw a line with this guy who likes to kill himself.

At this time, Emperor Hongzhi took a deep breath, picked up the silver spoon, and took a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

When the mashed potatoes entered the mouth, Emperor Hongzhi felt that there was a certain indescribable taste.

Emperor Hongzhi chewed slowly, what kind of taste is this?

How to describe it?

Finally, a thought came to his mind: "It smells so good!"

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