The loneliness of the elderly mostly comes from their perceptions and sighs of life.

No one can escape aging, no matter how heroes and heroes can't move and stand firmly. Especially the emperor, the Supreme Master who holds the power of the world is particularly afraid of death.

Therefore, in Chinese history, most emperors who had been in power for a long time were wise and then fainted. Originally, the old man was like this for thousands of years in time and space. Although he was not stupid, the emperor who came out of his iron blood became more and more cruel and often waved his butcher knife.

However, the old man is different now. When he is old, he neither pursues the way of immortality nor acts recklessly like other emperors. Instead, he just hides sadness in his heart like an ordinary old man.

When his children and grandchildren were careful and flattered, the old man who felt warm in his heart returned to his former appearance.

In this life, because of Zhu Yunyu's existence, the old man's temperament was much cheerful. He did not have so much suspicion or cruelty.

Before I knew it, late autumn had arrived. The old man carefully made acre of three-quarters of land in the imperial garden was full of golden waves of wheat. It was obvious that the harvest would be a bumper harvest in a few days.

"Damn it, let you peck at our food. I will find a team of guards to come and shoot you to death!"

The old man was wearing a straw hat and a coarse cloth clothes with patches. The soles of the shoes had some of the cloth shoes off. He was angrily driving the birds in the field.

Originally, there were several scarecrows erected in the field. But it seemed that after a long time, the birds found that the scarecrow was just a good product, so they flew in more and more frequently.

"Eat our food, let's put you all in the stove pit and bake it!"

The old man waved the bamboo pole in his hand and competed with a group of birds.

By the field, Zhu Yunxiu was also wearing a thick coat and smiled and said, "Grandpa, you are talking about shooting these birds to death every day, but you don't call anyone! Don't be angry, grandson asks Li Jinglong to choose some sharpshooters from the army, otherwise you can set up the net and stick these birds!"

"Oh, let's just curse a few times, you can't be serious." The old man saw the birds flying away, sat on the ridges, and took off his shoes and knocked the soil on it. Then he used the soles of the shoes to flatten the fallen soil, and said with a smile, "They are life after all, right! Since ancient times, people have been farming, and they fly in the sky. Although they eat some food, they are still a companion. If there is a windy and rainy person, they can also call out a few times in advance!"

"Besides, a good bird, why are you sticking it in the net? Isn't that a trick? You'll stick it regardless of size. You'll get bugs next year!"

"Yes, yes, you're right!" Zhu Yunxi smiled and helped the old man up, "You are sour and stingy!"

"Hehe!" the old man smiled, "It's not a tofu heart. This animal is different from humans. Everything is born to be useful, and people cannot do it by their own nature!"

As he said that, he walked to the table, took a few sips with a large bowl of warm tea, and looked at the mature wheat fields, and suddenly his face became sad again, "Hey, since the year of Hongwu, we have been fiddling with your grandmother in these fields. We have planted them for almost thirty years, and there are no lumps of soil, which we broke with our own hands. Now we are old and it is old, and when we die, no one will plant it!"

"You are in good health, don't die all the time!" Zhu Yunxiu helped the old man sit down, "Next year, grandson planting, you will be here to guide you!"

"You!" the old man squinted his eyes, "You can still farm like a donkey? I can guide you to be angry, so you can let us live for a few more years!"

"Then you will guide Liujin!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled.

"Our six jin is so small, you just want to let him do farm work? How tiring is this work! Are you thinking about it?" The old man was dissatisfied and said with his eyes wide open, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Yunxiu was changing shoes for the old man, but Wen Yan took half an inch of the cloth shoes in his hand, "What's wrong?"

"How many days have you been here? Only six kilograms per seedling. We haven't seen you idle either. What are you busy with?" The old man's beard was trembling. "Since we had your father, my son has been like dumplings, one pot after another!"

As he said that, he rolled his eyes again, "You have to live a lot! Otherwise, if we die in the future, there are too few boys kneeling in front of the spirit, and we will lose our face!"

"Shengsheng!" Zhu Yunxiu said loudly, "Don't worry, if you work hard to death in the evening, you don't believe that you can't seed it!"

Things in the world are still so strange. Throughout history, many people who are pampered and have not had a prosperous descendant. However, those poor people who make great efforts are accurate.

"Hey, if there is a bare-butt boy next to the land in a few years, and he sticks his butt to catch bugs, how beautiful it would be!" The old man said happily, "At that time, we wouldn't plant crops anymore. The fields are planted with fruits and melons and fruits. This grandson gives a fruit and that little grandson gives a hawthorn. Look at how they eat, haha!"

The two of them were talking a joke. In the distance, Pu Bucheng brought the three brothers of the King of Yan, Zhu Shangbing, the eldest son of the King of Qin, Zhu Jiying, the eldest son of the King of Jin, Zhu Youshu, the eldest son of the King of Zhou, and others quickly walked over. There was a group of palace servants carrying lunch boxes and other items around him.

Zhu Yunyu followed the advice of knowing Jin and Tie Xuan, and ordered the sons of the vassal kings to go to Beijing to study. In addition to the prince, the eldest son of the monk also came. For example, Zhu Youjing, King of Zhou, Zhu Jiyu, the second son of King of Jin, and others.

It is not difficult to find out from their way forward that there are different factions among the sons of these vassal kings. The sons of Yan and Zhou were gathered together, while the sons of Jin and Qin were walking together.

"I will meet Your Majesty, and meet His Highness the Grand Prince!" The princes walked closer and knelt down to salute.

"Everyone get up. Grandpa Huang said he wanted a family dinner today, so don't have so many rules!" Zhu Yunsheng said with a smile.

The old man didn't know where the interest came from today, so he suddenly said that he wanted his grandchildren to get together for a meal.

Under the trees beside the fields and in the autumn wind, the palace people have already started to prepare.

"Let's take a test!" The old man was not as fond of these emperor grandchildren as he was to Zhu Yunxiu. "How much wheat can acre of land produce?"

As he said that, the old man looked at the emperor's grandsons, "Zhu Youqiu, say it!"

Zhu Youshu, the eldest son of the Wang family of Zhou, is still an honest child, while Zhu Youshu, the second son of his family, is uneasy. He likes to play with the second son of the Wang family of Yan the Wang family, and is also very nauseous.

"This" Zhu Youqing was stunned for a moment, his thin face was full of embarrassment. He has been pampering since he was a child, but hesitated and said, "Four or five hundred kilograms?"

"You fucking lies without blinking! Your land can produce so much?" The old man cursed in anger, "You are still the son of the King of Zhou. Your family's fief is in Henan. The farmers mainly produce wheat. You don't even know this?"

"Grandfather, grandson knows the crime!" Zhu Youqing quickly knelt down and apologized, frightened.

Zhu Yunyu had no good feelings for this boy, and he actually had a lot of good feelings for him. King Zhou was an alien among the vassal kings. He always won the favor of the old man with his erudition and benevolence. When he was a teenager, he almost made him the King of Wu.

His fief Kaifeng was the richest place in the Central Plains. It also used the ancient palace of the Song Dynasty as its royal city. Its status in the old man's heart can be seen.

However, it is said that when the prince Zhu Biao was there, he was very ordinary to this younger brother. Not only Zhu Biao, but among the old man, the King of Zhou was only good to King Yan.

Zhu Yunxiu knew more about this Uncle Wang than his tomb. In later generations, he watched documentaries of the tomb of the King of Zhou. The underground palace was dug like an air raid shelter. There was also a circle inside. The underground palace surrounding the King of Zhou was like a cave, and the burial pit of the concubine. The youngest of them was fourteen years old.

"Come on, tell me!" The old man pointed casually and pointed at Zhu Gaoxu's head.

The latter suddenly stared at him, and he was even more a person who only knew how to eat.

"Forget it, it's useless to ask you!" The old man glanced at him and said to Zhu Gaochi, "You said!"

Zhu Gaochi's eyes turned around, "The emperor's grandfather, the land is divided into fertile fields and sandy land, and the output per mu cannot be measured uniformly. However, taking Beiping as an example, with the careful cultivation of the best good fields, the output per year is only about one tumble!"

"Yes!" the old man nodded, "You are not forgetting your true nature, you are a good boy!"

"However, most of the northern lands are harvested once a year. If it is Henan, Shandong and other places, the fertile land can be harvested twice a year. The land with two harvests generally produces slightly less than the land with one harvest!"

"Wheat has a small yield. If it is in the south of the Yangtze River, not only will it harvest twice a year, but the rice and other products produced are also produced more!" Zhu Gaochi said again, "But, the so-called food depends on the weather. The annual harvest depends on whether God is in good weather. Even if there are some famines in the south of the Yangtze River, the people will not be very panic. However, in the north, if there are famines, life will be much more difficult!"

"Okay!" the old man praised, "This is what the prince looks like!"

As he said that, he turned his eyes and looked at the princes around him, and said angrily, "Have you all forgotten your roots?"


Chapter completed!