Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1518 Good Prince and Bad Prince

  Zhu Houzhao seemed to think that those who harvested in the field were too slow, so he simply went down to the field waving a sickle himself.

  The rice was quickly harvested one after another.

  The people in the distance are watching.

   At this time, the telescope seller made a fortune.

   Then Jiang Wen was mixed in the crowd, and Zhou couldn't help but praise: "I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince has gone to the farm. Look at our Highness the Crown Prince... capable of writing, martial arts, and farming."

  Jiang Wenwen wanted to scold: "What can he write?"

   But this sentence was swallowed abruptly.

  In the eyes of scholars like Jiang Wen, the prince is not doing his job properly. What a dignified prince is doing farming, he should read the Four Books and Five Classics, read the general mirror of resources and governance, and learn the principles of governing the country and the world.

  In all dynasties, among those emperors with special hobbies, which one has not become a fool?

  This Ming Dynasty is now becoming more and more popular. It seems that it is hidden under the prosperity, but sooner or later it will face disaster.

  Jiang Wen is a person who worries about the country and the people, so he is naturally worried about this.

  Looking at those ignorant people, all of them looked happy, as if it was extremely rare for His Royal Highness to go to the fields.

Jiang Wen couldn't help snorting coldly in his heart: "Fool, there are tens of thousands of farmers in this world, what is etiquette? How many people can the land support? His professional job should be to encourage more people to farm, to lighten corvee, to control all directions, not to plant one-third of an acre of land."

The more the people around him praised him, the more Jiang Wen felt a sense of superiority in IQ. He pursed his lips, smiled, and remained silent, but there was something in his eyes. , but reveals a bit of the arrogance that scholars have always had.

  …

  The rice is harvested, and there is a special hand thresher nearby.

  A group of people started to get busy, threshing the harvested rice.

  The millet flowed down from the mouth of the machine, and finally put it into the basket. When the basket was full, the other side began to weigh.

   Of course, weighing is also learned.

  Because it is new grain, it has not been sun-dried, so it still contains water. Historically, the calculation of yield is often done after the sun-dried millet is weighed. At that time, the moisture is removed, and it is often lighter than the new grain.

   But it doesn’t matter, after all, it’s just a matter of calculation. Under normal circumstances, after drying the grains, water accounts for 40% of the weight. You only need to discount 40% after weighing, which is considered the real output.

  Students in mathematics divided up the baskets of millet and weighed them.

  Fang Jifan took advantage of this gap, and unexpectedly brought an official hat chair, and invited Emperor Hongzhi to sit down.

  Emperor Hongzhi looked at Fang Jifan in surprise, and then at the seat.

  Speaking of which, he is old and has been standing for a long time, and it is really inconvenient. At this moment, he can't help but admire in his heart, Jifan is really understanding.

   But when he saw Zhu Houzhao sweating like rain in the field and burying his head in his work, Emperor Hongzhi felt a little pain in his heart.

  They are no longer children, but in the eyes of Emperor Hongzhi, they are no different from children who have not grown up.

  Only Xiao Jing saw the chair coming, and couldn't help but feel his teeth sore.

This man surnamed Fang is really a master. He is not allowed to stand in front of His Majesty when he is next to His Majesty. Panting and moving here, if it was someone else, of course they would have won His Majesty's family, but they would have to be tossed secretly by Fang Jifan.

  He felt even more sour and uncomfortable, and simply pretended not to see it.

   At this time, someone began to promise: "Receive grain...one hundred catties..."

  One hundred catties.

  If it was dried in the sun, it would only weigh sixty catties.

   But at this time, everyone was waiting curiously.

  It's just harvesting food, so why bother to work so hard?

  But at this time...

  Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd in the distance.

   There were only a few guards in Jinyi, and suddenly they grabbed a scholar.

   This scholar is none other than Jiang Wen.

   It turned out that when they heard that the harvest was a hundred catties, people subconsciously gave out praise.

  Then Jiang Wen finally couldn't help it again, and couldn't help but cursed: "The prince is not like a prince, and he doesn't look like a gentleman."

   This remark was uncontrollable.

   But as soon as the words came out, they were overheard by the people around him, and some people were obviously upset and started to scold him angrily.

  Jin Yiwei has been hiding nearby, originally to protect the emperor, when he heard the movement, he rushed away, only to realize that the scholar was deceiving the crowd, so he took him down without hesitation.

   This side is in chaos.

  Emperor Hongzhi looked there and gave Xiao Jing a wink.

  Xiao Jing understood, hurried over, and after a while, imitated Fang Jifan's appearance and came back out of breath: "Your Majesty, there is a scholar who deceives the public with lies and slanders His Highness the Crown Prince..."

  Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Slander what?"

  Xiao Jing hesitated, seeing the stern gaze of Emperor Hongzhi, he said cautiously and truthfully just now: "It is said that His Highness the Crown Prince is not like the Crown Prince, and he does not look like a gentleman."

  In the past, this was actually Emperor Hongzhi's evaluation of the prince. He always thought that his son did not look like a prince.

   But Emperor Hongzhi can say this, and Emperor Hongzhi can even say that the prince is a rebellious son and a beast, but that doesn't mean that others can criticize it.

  Emperor Hongzhi's eyes fell in the distance, it seemed that after the scholar was arrested, his family members wailed and caused earth-shattering disturbances.

  The rest of the people pointed and pointed, some showed a look of taboo, some showed fear, and some applauded.

  Emperor Hongzhi sat on the official hat chair, pondered for a while, and glanced at Fang Jifan: "Are there any Confucian scholars in the capital?"

  These words...it seems to mean to blame.

  Fang Jifan was a little embarrassed.

  Emperor Hongzhi wrote lightly: "Sure enough, it's not Qing's business, so I don't care much about it."

  Fang Jifan: "..."

   What does this mean?

   You don’t care if it’s not my Fang family’s business?

   Could it be that everyone with the surname Fang was wiped out by Fang Jifan, but the matter of the Confucian scholars... so many slipped through the net, why am I here?

  Fang Jifan glanced at Emperor Hongzhi resentfully.

  Emperor Hongzhi sighed again: "He is just a rotten Confucian. If you care about him, it will seem petty. Call this person to the imperial court."

  Xiao Jing nodded.

   A moment later, Jiang Wen was brought under escort.

  Jiang Wen had just scolded happily, but now he seemed extremely panicked, knowing that his time had come, and hearing the wailing of his wife and children, he no longer had the arrogance he had just now.

   Arrived in front of the imperial court, bowed his head, prostrated himself in the mud tremblingly, without saying a word.

  Emperor Hongzhi glanced at him, and said slowly, "Why do you say such wild words?"

  Jiang Wen's Lun scarf has been lost, and his hair is disheveled. Hearing this peaceful question.

  At the same time, I heard someone report the number: "Three hundred catties..."

  It is already three hundred catties.

  But Jiang Wen didn't have any thoughts at all, he said in a daze: "Student...student...but it's hard for me."

   "It's difficult for you?" Emperor Hongzhi stared at Jiang Wen, and said coldly: "I must have been thinking this way in my heart."

   "No...was...not..."

   "Yes or no." Emperor Hongzhi's voice was stern.

  Jiang Wen felt sad from his heart at this moment.

  Thinking of how hard he had been studying for so many years, he had finally gained a reputation. He had already read the Four Books and Five Classics, but the world had changed. He burst into tears and said, "The student just thinks that His Highness the Crown Prince shouldn't be so ignorant of his job."

  Emperor Hongzhi frowned and said, "Is it wrong for the crown prince to care about farming?"

Jiang Wen was still terrified in his heart, but he still shook his body and said, "A son of a thousand pieces of gold can't do well. How can a prince care about these trivial matters? What's the benefit of a prince's farming in the world? Students are not talented, but they are also I quite understand the truth, Your Majesty... If you criticize the crown prince, you will surely die, but... just..."

   "Prince farming, what are the benefits to the world."

  Emperor Hongzhi murmured Jiang Wen's words.

  He couldn't help saying: "These words, the people around you think the same way, don't they?"

  Listening to Emperor Hongzhi's question, Jiang Wen trembled. He was not a bad person, and he didn't have any resentment towards the prince, but it was just out of his own understanding.

  He thought about it, and finally nodded: "Probably so."

   "The prince you want must be knowledgeable, just like you, able to speak well, and be able to respect the corporals. I respect you very much."

Emperor Hongzhi's voice became calmer, and Jiang Wen's heart gradually calmed down. At least the emperor didn't ask harshly. Which promising king is not like this? Students and many classmates, there are relatives and old friends in the same year, looking through the history books, I have never heard of it. There are people who are obsessed with farming and benefit the world. Farming is just a small skill, not some university knowledge Although agriculture is the foundation, there are tens of thousands of farmers at the root of agriculture. From a strategic point of view, emphasizing agriculture and mulberry is of great benefit to the country, but it is not worth advocating to follow the example of farmers. "

  Jiang Wen began to talk freely.

  After all...he had a lot on his mind.

  The fear just now gradually disappeared.

  He wanted to express his feelings, which was an old habit of a scholar.

  …

   "Four hundred catties..."

  When I read four hundred catties...

  The surrounding crowd began to stir up.

  If it is dried in the sun, it will weigh nearly 300 catties.

   This is already the output of fertile rice fields.

  But now... It seems that the harvest is still going on...

  People suddenly began to realize that... this time... having so many people come to observe the harvest is not just as simple as everyone coming to join in the fun.

  Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help being moved when he heard the number.

  …

Although the coding environment on the mountain is good, it is a pity that there will always be altitude sickness for a few days on the mountain. The altitude is more than 2,000 meters, and the update will be a bit late, because the brain is a little dizzy, and the coding is more difficult than before, but I will gradually adapt. Every day The two updates will be guaranteed, and I will adapt to the recovery update in a few days.

  (end of this chapter)