Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 647 Preaching

   I'm about to give birth...

  Fang Jifan was shocked.

  Xiao Zhu has become a father.

   This is indeed a cause for celebration.

  The two stared at each other with wide eyes: "When will you be born?"

"The delivery period is almost the same. I think it's been a few days. Have you seen Concubine Rong's belly? It's so big, bigger than a watermelon." Zhu Houzhao rubbed his hands excitedly: "I'm going to give birth to a son like Bengong. wise, and had seven sons."

  Fang Jifan patted Zhu Houzhao on the shoulder: "Good girl, my daughter is also very good, don't favor one over another."

  Zhu Houzhao sneered: "It's not good to have a daughter, like my sister, what's wrong with it, it's only cheaper for people like you."

  Fang Jifan was angry: "Your Highness, the conscience of heaven and earth, why am I not good?"

   "You..." Zhu Houzhao began to feel melancholy: "You don't understand what it means to be a brother."

  His Royal Highness the crown prince is about to give birth, no, but his concubines are about to give birth. Everyone, both inside and outside the court, is paying attention, and everyone is excitedly waiting for the arrival of the prince.

  Even the cabinet ministers are now pinching their fingers and counting the days.

  October of pregnancy, the melons are ripe, and the weather is getting colder, but it makes many people feel very warm.

  Da Ming, there is a successor.

  Prosperous offspring is a symbol of the prosperity of a dynasty.

  The palace has already begun to get busy.

  At first, the seven side concubines were pregnant, and then the main concubine was pregnant, but after that, there were no more beautiful women in the East Palace who were pregnant.

  Of course, this has something to do with Queen Zhang's arrangement.

  The prince is too much trouble, how can his body bear it if this continues.

Now that the task of inheriting the family has been partially successful, it is better to let the prince stop for a while now, so that there will be no firewood to keep the green hills. Therefore, the beautiful women in the East Palace have changed a batch, um... Empress Zhang’s aesthetics are still very normal. At least Zhu Houzhao's complexion has been very good recently.

  Zhu Houzhao is determined to knit sweaters for his princes. He sits cross-legged on a couch in Xishan Township, knitting knitting familiarly. He is a very good weaver.

He has to knit nine sweaters, seven for the side concubine, and one for the baby born to the concubine a month later. Of course... and one for the baby that his sister will give birth next summer. .

  Zhu Houzhao is like this. Once he starts to do something, he is extremely serious and will not be infected by the trivial matters of the outside world.

  Fang Jifan didn't have his patience, and in a blink of an eye, he secretly went to the princess mansion again.

  …

   Champa.

  A month ago, Wang Shouren arrived here with his disciples.

   Speeding all the way, they were full of energy, but they didn't show any signs of fatigue.

  Now, the banner of the Ming army has been hung on the top of the city.

This is a new city. Decades ago, Annan captured the city and burned the capital of Champa. Afterwards, the Annan people built this new city on the original site. Along this road, rice fragrance is everywhere. Wang Shouren and others were amazed I found that even if it is close to winter, the weather here is still pleasant. Not only that, the rice in the third season is heaving and swaying with the wind due to the heavy rice.

  Where is the Jiangnan of the West? The rice in the south of the Yangtze River has never had three seasons.

   Not only that, the rice here is obviously lower than that in Jiangnan.

This is obviously the result of long-term breeding. The rumored Champa rice is not only early-maturing and drought-tolerant, but most importantly, it is low. For rice, it is not a good thing to grow tall, because once a large number of The stalks are too high, and the stalks are easily crushed. In the end, the rice falls off and sinks into the mud before anyone can harvest it. The lower the height, the later it can be harvested to make it fully mature. , When the grains are full, higher yields can be obtained.

  Wang Shouren wore a Teng hat unique to the Cochin people on his head. The weather here is scorching, and it is really unbearable not to wear a Teng hat for shade.

  When the guard of Zhancheng heard that the deputy envoy Tixue had arrived, he personally greeted him and held a banquet.

"I came here to educate the people of Jiaozhi. If they are in the city or in the Yamen, how can they be educated? More than 90% of the people in Jiaozhi are in the suburbs. Let's say this Xingyuan is in the suburbs. I think it's seven miles west of the city. , there is a village house, it is located in an important place, it doesn’t matter, I will make friends there and teach knowledge.”

   "..." The guard was a little confused.

  There is something wrong with the deputy envoy's mind.

  But for Wang Shouren, the guard did not dare to be sloppy at all. Because Marquis Pingxi wrote a letter a long time ago, saying that this is his disciple and grandson, he dared to neglect this Deputy Envoy of Tixue and beat you to death.

  The guard laughed dryly: "It's just that if you're outside the city, it's hard to guarantee your safety. Of course, this city is full of waste, and there are not so many rules now. Everything can be done cheaply, but..."

   "It's okay..." Wang Shouren smiled: "It's enough to send a thousand catties of grain every month."

The next day, Wang Shouren really appeared in the village community, just outside the Ancun community, and got busy with his disciples and grandchildren. They bought a large piece of land and built some thatched huts for the time being. , they opened up a sandy field.

   Soon, in the early morning, there was the sound of Lang Lang reading. Wang Shouren led the scholars to practice swords, ride and shoot, read books, and occasionally appeared in the village.

  This village is not small. Because it is close to Champa, it has a huge population. There is also a market nearby, and scholars, merchants, and monks often pass by.

  Wang Shouren's appearance is an extremely rare event for the villagers here.

  They knew that Annan was dead, and they also knew that they had become the subjects of the Cochin capital of the Ming Dynasty in a daze.

  Compared to those dissatisfied scholars, there are still many old nobles. These ordinary people seem to be a little more peaceful, because the Ming army stationed here, in their hearts, it seems that there is no difference from the Annan people back then.

  This is Champa. Many people consider themselves to be citizens of Champa. Champa has been dead for 30 years. Although two generations have passed, the original identity has not been eliminated.

  At the beginning, people found that this strange person sat cross-legged in the unobstructed sand, and when teaching others to read, he didn't seem to be disgusted by everyone's close observation.

  He still teaches his disciples how to read, and what the disciples learn is also very caring.

  They are no different from many villagers. After finishing their studies, these disciples began to do their own farm work. They raised more than a dozen pigs and more than 200 chickens. They also liked to ride horses and gallop around.

  But... most of the time, they are indifferent to the world.

   Curious people began to squat around the sandy ground, watching Wang Shouren give a lecture.

  When Wang Shouren saw a curious person, he walked over with a smile on his face. He is a very smart person. These days, he appeared in the market to communicate with people, and he has already learned some of the native language of Champa.

   "Do you want to study?" Wang Shouren looked at the young man in his twenties.

  The young man's face was tanned, and he seemed to be working nearby. He looked at the smiling Wang Shouren, and ran away in fright.

  But Wang Shouren doesn't care.

  He is still the same, like a hermit who has entered the peach blossom garden, peaceful and regular.

  After the third day, the young man ran back: "I want to study."

  Reading is a luxury for most people.

  But everyone has the instinct to seek knowledge.

  From then on, the young people stayed.

  His name is Wu Changda, a very strange name.

  Wang Shouren patiently taught him Chinese and taught him Chinese characters.

   Sometimes, disciples and grandchildren also help.

  Wu Chang University's work was a bit strenuous, but it was fast.

   All of a sudden, many people in the neighborhood know that it is possible to study here, and...it is free of charge.

  Hanhua and Hanwen belonged to aristocratic languages ​​and characters when An Nanguo was still there.

  This is similar to North Korea.

  The aristocrats have learned the official language of the Han people since they were young, learned Chinese characters, and read the classics of the Han people. As for the ordinary people, they are not qualified to contact these at all.

   And precisely, in this era, all the classics and historical records of An Nanguo, even novels about the world, are written in Chinese characters.

Therefore, for a person like Wu Dachang, learning the elegant language and elegant language of this nobleman is a matter of great honor in itself. It means that he can have a conversation with scholars thousands of miles away in elegant language. .

He is dark, and often does not like to wear clothes, but slowly, he began to pronounce, and began to hold a wooden stick, and under the watchful eyes of Wang Shouren and his disciples, he wrote one word after another. I don't have much time to study here, because I have to go to work to make a living before I can come here to study.

  It was already a month later when he slowly began to speak simple Chinese in the less proficient Chinese.

   People like Wu Changda began to increase.

   After all, it costs nothing.

   And here, this gentleman is very easy-going. People who are free, have nowhere to go, and come here one after another with curiosity.

   In the sandy field, more than 70 people have gradually gathered, more than 40 people were brought by Wang Shouren from Xishan, and the rest are old and young.

  They began to have a simple conversation with each other in Chinese and sign language.

  Of course, what people like most is to ask Wang Shouren questions.

When Wu grew up, he had many questions. Under everyone's attention, his face turned red and he seemed a little awkward, but he still mustered up the courage to ask a person who was hidden deep in the hearts of many people: "Mr. is a Han Chinese?" , I heard people everywhere saying that the Han Chinese are our enemies, sir, are they also our enemies?"

  Wang Shouren doesn't look like an enemy at all.

  But although some people come here to study and study, and behind the scenes, there are dark waves of hate speech against Han people.

   This question has been lingering in Wu Dachang's mind, and he wants to get an answer.

  Of course, he was also afraid of offending Wang Shouren. After all, Wang Shouren treated him well.

  (end of this chapter)