Zhao Changyi's eyes looked crystal clear: "I rarely get involved in the affairs of the court. I usually associate with big merchants in the capital, and all I hear about is how to make money."
He Youyou was incredibly jealous.
What a waste of his talent for being born into the right family!
What so many people envy...
It's a real pity that a prince, with the current emperor as his powerful backer, maintains such low political sensitivity.
She said helplessly, "Your Highness, this year the court's focus is on vigorously promoting land reclamation by the people."
"ah……"
King Qi's mouth was slightly open.
As for whether He Youyou's words inspired him?
That remains to be seen.
He Youyou saw his bewildered look and instantly understood.
idea?
It does not exist.
He had no choice but to continue, "According to the imperial court's plan, starting this year, several million hectares of new farmland will be reclaimed each year. With so much farmland, how many more farming tools do you think will be needed?"
Zhao Changyi's mouth was half open: "A lot... a lot?"
“Indeed, there are many.” He Youyou nodded. “However, as far as I know, you are not the only one in the world that can deal in ironware. In the west there is Jin Iron, in the east there is Su Iron, and in the south there is Guang Iron. People say that ‘no iron is better than Guang Iron.’ Do you think your current strength can compete with it?”
"Then what do you suggest we do?"
“If you want to make money, then listen to me.” He Youyou said, feeling a little tired, and leaned back against a tree. “Let’s keep hoeing.”
King Qi resigned himself to his fate and began to till the earth.
As they continued hoeing, the crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger.
The second prince, Zhao Wenqi, came out of the palace to play and arrived at the He family's residence, but he couldn't find He Youyou.
When they inquired at the Yue King's Mansion next door, they learned that their aunt had come up to the estate with the Qi King.
Hmph, why didn't you invite yourself when there was something fun to do?
Auntie is the same; she's always running off with either the Fourth Prince or the Seventh Prince. Why doesn't she remember her own little darling?
He still remembered how she and the Fourth Prince had left him behind and gone out to play on the Lantern Festival last time.
The second prince was very dissatisfied.
So he grabbed Qin Ming and rushed to the manor without stopping.
Following the directions of the village steward, they found their aunt at the edge of the field at the entrance of the village.
When He Youyou saw him arrive, she handed him a handful of melon seeds without saying a word.
"Come on, let's watch the show."
A hand reached out from the side: "Me too."
He Youyou looked at the owner of the hand: "Hanzhang, are you so free? Planning to stay here for a few days?"
Zhao Changqing smiled slightly: "I'm not busy, I'll stay here with you for a few more days."
He Youyou placed the melon seeds in his hand: "I'm not a child, I don't need to be accompanied."
Zhao Changqing took the melon seeds and silently ate them.
King Zhao Changqing of Yue still holds the position of Grand Commander of the Youzhou Army.
According to the rules of the Great Gan Dynasty, in order to prevent military officials from monopolizing power, the position of Grand Commander of the Army in each prefecture was always held by relatives of the emperor.
However, since it is a remote appointment, there is usually no need to work on-site.
He only needed to go to the local area to supervise the battle occasionally, during special periods of intense fighting.
Therefore, Zhao Changqing, the Grand Commander of the Youzhou Army, has been idle in the capital recently.
The second prince watched a play all day, and the day after returning to the palace, trouble struck.
The three great Confucian scholars then filed a complaint with the Imperial Study.
Emperor Zhao Changheng asked in bewilderment, "Hasn't the Second Prince been quite quiet lately? What kind of trouble has he caused now?"
The eunuch presented the "evidence of the crime".
The emperor took it and looked at it.
Wow!
Drawing little people on your homework paper?!
The homework assigned by the teachers that day was to copy a passage from an article.
"The most important task for the people is agriculture. The offerings of God are made from it, the people prosper from it, the supply of necessities is provided from it, harmony and peace flourish from it, wealth and prosperity begin from it, and stability and security are achieved from it. Therefore, the Minister of Agriculture is the highest official."
(This passage is from Zuo Qiuming's "Guoyu". "Guoyu" is often listed alongside "Zuo Zhuan". The two books complement each other and provide mutual corroboration.)
The Confucian scholars believed that as a prince, one should understand the fundamental principles of the state.
Therefore, education in this area has been a continuous focus.
Because the second prince had a mediocre foundation and limited ability to apply knowledge, the teachers did not have high expectations for him.
Being able to read, interpret, and write is enough.
Zhao Changheng tried his best to control his temper and summoned the Second Prince.
"Wenqi, your handwriting is quite good, you've made great progress."
The Second Prince, Zhao Wenqi, blinked.
"Father, don't you think I painted this one better?"
Hey--
He really dared to bring that up.
"My aunt said that the painting is very expressive, with meaning exceeding form, and it captures emotion and spirit. It is a very sophisticated technique."
Zhao Changheng was speechless: How could you praise something so falsely?
"Ah... then tell me, what did you draw?"
The second prince pointed a finger at the little figure: "It's the seventh prince."
“…Ah, you drew the seventh brother…” Zhao Changheng pointed at the little figure, “Why is the seventh brother holding several bowls in his hands?”
“Father, those are blisters on Seventh Uncle’s hands from when he was using a hoe.”
"..."
One, two, three, four, five...
There are quite a few blisters.
Zhao Changheng then pointed to a patch of black dots under the little figure's feet: "What are these? It's all black..."
"Father, can't you even tell this? It's a melon seed shell."
"Who ate the sunflower seed shells?"
"Watching the show."
"I'd like to ask, what kind of show are we watching?"
"We're watching a play about the Seventh Prince hoeing the ground."
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