Although Yinzuo felt that he was so hungry that he could swallow a cow, Dexi didn't dare to let him eat too much. After all, the dinner had just been over an hour ago. If he got indigestion, he would be the one to be punished.
"Master, it's already this late. I guess there's nothing else to eat in the kitchen except for snacks. How about I go cut you some of that leftover watermelon so you can at least fill your stomach..."
Dexi had followed Yinzuo for so many years, and Yinzuo knew his way of speaking and doing things very well. He understood what he meant as soon as he heard what he meant. It turned out that he was afraid that he would eat too much late at night. So it was watermelon. He had only taken a few bites of the half watermelon just now, and the rest went into his elder brother's stomach.
Watermelon is very filling. Before he finished eating two pieces of watermelon, Yinzuo felt full. He took the handkerchief handed to him by Dexi, wiped his hands, got up and walked around the room a few times. Then Yinzuo washed up and went to bed with the help of Dexi.
Needless to say, Yinzuo got up late again the next morning. Fortunately, his habit of staying in bed was not a one- or two-day thing. Kangxi, Yinzhi, and Yinreng were all used to it.
After washing, changing clothes and using some simple things, Yinzuo took Dexi to the courtyard where Kangxi lived. It was only a few minutes' journey, but he walked and stopped many times and it took him almost a quarter of an hour to arrive.
"Ama, what are you busy with? The weather looks nice today, why don't we go out for a walk?"
Yinzuo was just making small talk. It was obvious what Kangxi was busy with. After all, there was such a huge pile of memorials in front of him. If he couldn't see it, he would be blind.
It must be said that Kangxi was extremely patient with his beloved son Yinzuo. He knew that Yinzuo was just trying to make conversation, but he never gave any perfunctory answers.
"What else can I be busy with? The memorial from the capital has arrived today. I don't have time to go out with you today. If you want to go out, go find your eldest brother and the others."
Compared to going out with Yinzhi and others, Yinzuo naturally prefers to go out with me, Kangxi. After all, his father's principle is that as long as he is happy, it is better to have someone to pamper him than to be restrained everywhere, right?
When Yinzuo heard that Kangxi had no time to go out, he gave up the idea of running out. He walked to Kangxi dejectedly, took off his shoes, lifted his legs and stepped onto the kang, then rubbed himself next to Kangxi and found a place to nestle.
"Speaking of my eldest brother, he's simply a glutton reincarnated. I left the two watermelons you gave your son for several days and didn't want to eat them. Last night, I finally had the heart to cut the watermelons, but guess what? My eldest brother died. That guy was like Zhu Bajie, and he ate my half of the watermelon piece by piece..."
The current situation is different from the later times, when the watermelon production was so abundant that it could be used to feed pigs. This thing is a rare commodity now. Not to mention winter, even in summer, if you want to grow it freely, you have to be a person of some status.
Yinzuo couldn't help but frown when he thought of the half watermelon that his elder brother had finished making yesterday. It's not that he felt sorry for that little thing, but he felt that it was a bit of a waste to let his elder brother Zhu Bajie eat such a good thing like a ginseng fruit.
Everything in this world is valuable because it is rare. In his previous life, Yinzuo didn’t quite understand why people in South Korea could eat watermelons so extravagantly. Now he finally understood it a little, because there really wasn’t such a thing... Alas, it’s another day of missing my great motherland.
Although Kangxi was reviewing memorials, he was not completely unconcerned with his son beside him. Seeing Yinzuo frowning and sighing, he couldn't help laughing. He put down the red pen in his hand, raised his hand and touched Yinzuo's forehead and said.
"Alright, your elder brother just ate half of your watermelon. It's no big deal. I'll just compensate you with another one. Since you don't want to leave, then don't be idle. Here, this pile of greetings from officials from all over the country, if you approve them for me, I'll give you an extra watermelon."
Although Yinzuo didn't really want that watermelon, he couldn't bear to see his father, who was over fifty years old, buried under the piles of memorials. Well, it's okay if it's hard, at least there is still a watermelon to be taken, right?
Although it was not the first time that Yinzuo helped his father deal with these memorials of greeting, no matter how many times he had done this job, he still could not remain calm every time he saw those things full of flowery words and flattery.
"Father, I sincerely feel that these ministers under you are too busy to do anything. Countless things happen every day in this vast world. They are, after all, high-ranking officials. It's hard to say how big the things that happen every day are, but it's impossible for everything to be peaceful all the time. But look at what they are busy with every day. Even if they were as good as a god, such a gorgeous memorial wouldn't be written in one go..."
Yinzuo glanced at the memorial in his hand, then picked up the red pen on the table and casually wrote three big words on the memorial - I understand.
Kangxi naturally laughed off Yinzuo's nagging. As for the problems he raised, he could only say that governing the world still had to follow the four words: there are no fish in clear water. All major court affairs affected the entire body, so it was not easy to make changes.
Of course Yinzuo also understood this truth, so he just nagged a few words instead of persuading his father to make any reforms. Perhaps you will say, you came to the Qing Dynasty from the future, and you know the difficulties in the future, don’t you feel regretful if you don’t do something?
What Yinzuo wanted to say was that he was just an ordinary person and did not have the ability to change the world. The only thing he could do was to do what he could within his ability.
As for changing history? In fact, from the moment he came into this world, history had already changed, right? After all, there was no living Sixth Prince in the Kangxi Dynasty.
With a restless guy like Yinzuo making jokes on the side, reviewing the seemingly boring memorials was not so boring at all.
How does the saying go? You can question whether Yinzuo's body is useless, but you must not question his brain. Back then, he was able to make him cry with a group of brothers in the Shangshufang. Didn't that prove that his IQ was far ahead of others?
With the bonus of his almost photographic memory, Yinzuo found it relatively easy to deal with the pile of memorials in front of him. Apart from being occasionally left speechless by the contents in the memorials, everything else went quite smoothly. In less than an hour, he was almost done with the work.
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