After some trouble, the tea bowl in front of Mo Zizai was replaced with an ordinary ceramic tea bowl, and the tea leaves inside were replaced with ordinary green tea, which means that Mo Yuanchang did not have Gaozi here, otherwise Mo Yuanchang would have appointed him to Mo Zizai to Gaozi.

"As for it, tons~ton~ton..."

Mo Zizai took a few big mouthfuls of angrily, feeling that it didn't seem to be much different from the best Wuyi tea I just drank. "I brought this tea for you, but I didn't let me drink it!"

"You can't even drink a fart, it's a waste if you drink this tea."

Mo Yuanchang rolled his eyes and continued, "Do you still have it? Take it all for me if you have it!"

"It's gone, that's all."

Mo Zizai spread his hands and said, "I gave Weiyi a little, and gave Manager Qiu some, and the rest is all for you."

"That's fine."

Mo Yuanchang nodded, "That girl Weiyi is also a patient person, and it's not a waste to drink this tea."

After the uncle and nephew started chatting, Mo Yuanchang also lost a lot of concerns. In addition, this was private, so he called Tang Weiyi directly.

"Yes, she likes to drink tea, so I sent her a little."

As for the most part of Tang Weiyi, Mo Zizai did not say that after all, no wife is important for the sixth uncle.

Just thinking about the previous topic, Mo Zizai was a little depressed and asked Mo Yuanchang unwillingly: "Uncle Six, is it really not a good foundation for my Great Zhou Dynasty? If it is not good, it's okay to have some money!"

"Actually, there is something left by our ancestors."

After taking a sip of tea, Mo Yuanchang said lightly: "How much do you know about your great-grandfather?"

"Too...Grandpa?"

Mo Zizai focused on the history of making up for the past few days, and replied tentatively: "The army is powerful, the one who attacked the barbarians in the north?"

"Ahem~"

Listening to Mo Zizai's comment, Mo Yuanchang seemed to be choking in tea and coughed violently, "Where did you see this comment?"

"Well, it was Shi Ming's original scripture."

Mo Zizai honestly explained the author of the history book. Tang Weiyi recommended it to him, "What's wrong? Uncle Six, is there anything wrong?"

"So it was the original document written by that young man."

Mo Yuanchang nodded in a clear understanding, and then heard Mo Zizai’s question. He was a little embarrassed, "It’s not that it’s wrong. The historical books written by Shi Ming are relatively objective."

"But, that's your great-grandfather after all."

Mo Yuanchang gestured back and forth with his hands twice, and then said, "Do you understand if you are a relative?"

"I understand." Mo Zizai nodded and said, "Just say good things, not bad things."

"That's right."

Mo Yuanchang nodded and said, "It's okay for you to understand this way. No matter who asks you, your great-grandfather, just say that you are a big shot. Otherwise, if the evaluation of military and military force is spread from you, your great-grandfather might be criticized by future generations."

"Oh." Mo Zizai nodded with some understanding. After all, he was the direct descendant of his great-grandfather. If he also said that he was a military man, historians would record his words. How would he be interpreted in the future life?

"But, what does my great Zhou foundation have to do with my great grandfather?"

"Of course it's related."

Mo Yuanchang drank the little tea left in the tea bowl and said a moment later: "Since you have read your great-grandfather's signature, you should know what happened when your great-grandfather was in power, right?"

"I know that the five barbarian tribes united to invade the territory of our Great Zhou. At that time, our Great Zhou national strength was weak and was slaughtered by the barbarians."

"Later, my great-grandfather exhausted his national strength and trained a Fengxiang army of 100,000 people. Not only did he defeat the barbarians, but he also went deep into the barbarians seven times, and defeated the barbarians' five divisions, leaving only four divisions."

“Wait a minute…”

Mo Zizai suddenly thought of something and looked at Mo Yuanchang with some surprise, "Fengxiang Army, Fengwei Army...this name?"

"hey-hey……"

Mo Yuanchang smiled and said, "I guessed it, Fengxiang Army is the predecessor of Fengwei Army."

"What our ancestors left behind is not without foundation, but they can't stand the creation."

"I almost destroyed the country twice in the Great Zhou Dynasty. The foundation has been almost used for a long time. I finally saved a little, but my great-grandfather defeated me again."

"When your grandfather's generation has gathered up a little mess left by your grandfather, and worked diligently to be the emperor for decades, and finally saved up some family business. Only then can you have your father's Fengwei Army, otherwise you would think he could turn into an invincible army out of thin air."

"It's a pity that your father is too expensive and he's completely exhausted. So you're poor now. Don't blame your ancestors. If you want to blame, just blame your father."

"Oh, not much."

Mo Yuanchang suddenly remembered something and said with some gloating pleasure: "You have been scolding your father in the imperial tomb for three years. In short, you and your father are even. No matter how much you blame him now, it is no wonder, haha."

Listening to Mo Yuanchang's gloating laughter, Mo Zizai's face turned black like the bottom of the pot, "It's nothing to do with my father."

"That's not, your father is really good at war."

After hearing Mo Zizai say this, Mo Yuanchang restrained the smile on his face and said seriously: "Your father can't hide the Three Kingdoms because it depends on his brain, not the Fengwei Army."

"And if he is really nothing, do you think your grandfather will give him resources to build the Fengwei Army? Let me tell you, that is, you don't have much contact with your grandfather, and you don't know that your grandfather is so stingy!"

"If your father hadn't had a very good military talent, he wouldn't have paid a penny if he killed him, let alone put out so many resources to help your father form the Fengwei Army."

"Ahem..."

Listening to Mo Yuanchang's bad words from the old emperor, Qiu Wuping, who was beside him, couldn't help but cough twice.

"You can't cough, either." Mo Yuanchang gave Qiu Wuping a blank look, "He is already stingy and won't let him say it."

Qiu Wuping was a little embarrassed and wanted to defend the old emperor, but after thinking about Mo Yuanchangdu was eight years old and was still picking up his brothers' old clothes to wear, so he couldn't say anything about the defense.

"I am a prince, and I live a life worse than ordinary people. I have been in the palace for twelve years and have never worn new clothes a few times. I have never seen an emperor who can live like this!"

Mo Yuanchang was deeply resentful when he talked about this. As a royal family, he could understand that the national conditions were not good, but he was not as frugal as you!
Chapter completed!