The emperor pondered for a moment and asked, "Is Yu'er not afraid?"
"The fish are not afraid!" The voice was very childish, but firm.
It seemed as if he had endless confidence behind him that could support him in doing so.
Emperor Mingxi looked at him as always.
He wanted to tell his child that his father could solve all the problems in this world for him.
The only thing he had no idea about was this mysterious thing.
How difficult it is to admit your own incompetence.
Especially for an emperor like Your Majesty who is so proud and upright.
"I..." The emperor did not say the words of apology.
The little fat boy struggled to grab his hand and said, "Father, no one can suck me dry. Those who hide their heads and show their tails are all stinky rats. As father and son, we are united and our strength is unbreakable!"
If His Majesty did not know him well enough and had not heard and heard many of his words.
Otherwise, I really wouldn't understand his extremely jumpy sentences.
The little guy was obviously very young, but at this moment he burst out with a strong fighting spirit.
There is little hope, but I will find a way out.
His brilliance at this moment will never be ignored because of his young age.
Before the emperor could feel proud, the little fat boy threw his hand away, covered his stomach and cried out again.
The sharp contrast made the veins on His Majesty's forehead throb.
He didn't know whether he could trust this unreliable son.
It would be great if the people Yuer has been around since childhood were all like me.
Unfortunately, the die is cast.
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Since that day, the little fat boy no longer thought about this matter.
It didn't matter that he couldn't grow crops, so he recruited the people from the farm to grow other crops.
He just didn't believe it, since he was not allowed to plant seeds that had not yet appeared.
Then the seeds that originally existed in Dazhao and other countries can always be planted.
It turned out that his idea was feasible.
This was good news, but the little fat boy was not happy.
Since the emergence of new things will be severely blocked, can what he wants to do still be realized?
With this thought in mind, the little guy was worried.
Early that morning, he saw that it was raining outside the temple and the air was cold.
I couldn't help but have a bad feeling in my heart.
The little guy is naturally lively and doesn't need much training.
When you ask him to sit still, his butt feels like it's on fire.
The emperor was eating some porridge, but seeing that he had no appetite, he stared straight outside the palace.
He ignored me when I talked to him, so I had to feed him and persuade him at the same time.
Only the beloved son, the apple of his eye, can make the emperor patiently coax him.
After the meal, the little fat boy just said a few words to the emperor and then hurried out of the palace.
The emperor stood in the distance, watching his back gradually disappear into the distance.
Even when it condensed into a tiny dot, I couldn't bear to look away.
But he has more important things to do, so he can't let these things be tainted with too much sorrow.
If seeking immortality and asking for the way is useless, whose abilities can he borrow from?
Those two non-human beings?
Emperor Mingxi thought silently and turned back to the palace.
He was not worried about the safety of his children.
Because that thing is clearly urgent and pressing, but it never appears directly.
It means that there is some fear, or that direct harm cannot be done.
As for the last skyfire, he was able to kick it away with one kick, so what about his own child?
Even so, there were many people following the little fat boy, and tall soldiers stood on both sides, and an invisible murderous aura came towards him.
Ordinary people don't dare to get close.
The little fat boy took a few turns around several nearby villages where grain seeds had been distributed and found that everyone's grain seeds were growing well.
Just as he guessed, the black thing could not affect what Dazhao already had.
But the sense of crisis in his heart did not decrease much. The little fat boy frowned and walked around with everyone.
It was a rainy day and his clothes were stained with mud.
His little hands were also extremely cold, and he would occasionally put them to his mouth to blow on them. Seeing this, everyone felt very distressed.
And I dare not persuade him.
After all, everyone knows that although the crown prince is young, he is very capable.
The most lively little guy didn't say anything, so the group also became silent and slowly withdrew from the country road.
The soldiers thought that the young prince would return to the palace, but unexpectedly he stopped and went to the resettlement house.
Although this is a residence built for refugees, it is not simple at the request of the little fat boy.
On the contrary, it is well organized. Although it is not luxurious, it is simple and elegant.
The little fat boy also set up a school in every resettlement house, although he could not yet make it possible for everyone in the world to go to school.
But as the crown prince, he can still do such a small thing.
They were so imposing that when they walked on the street, others kept their distance from them and only peeked in from behind window sills and door panels.
Passing by the school, the little fat boy saw a big tree that had been planted there at some point.
There were many red silks tied on it.
Red silk is not cheap these days.
But there are countless red silks swaying in the wind on the tree. Even if it rains, raindrops fall from the silk.
Still dancing in the wind.
Seeing them stop here, one or two children in the school bravely shouted: "Don't tear this cloth, it's for the little fairy."
As soon as he finished speaking, he was pulled back.
The little fat boy fixed his eyes on the tree. His eyesight was good enough to see what was written on the silk cloth.
"Little fairy, be safe and sound."
"The prince is always happy and worry-free."
"Your Majesty is wise."
The handwriting is extremely unfamiliar, and some of it is even crooked. The little fat boy's own handwriting is better than this.
Moreover, it can be seen that these blessings were heard from others because there are a lot of typos.
The little fat boy stood on tiptoe and looked for a long time before slowly looking away.
His desire to live was surging, and he wanted to pull out the thing that coveted his life and beat it up.
Why shouldn’t I be able to bring a better life to these kindest and most lovely people?
He insisted on doing it.
The little guy's aura suddenly changed, like the scorching sun, attracting the attention of people around him.
In this rainy weather, it is even more eye-catching.
The soldiers following the little fat boy looked at him in surprise.
A child who is only five years old has such a strong gaze.
Looking at the little prince's chubby face and tender eyes, everyone secretly sighed that one cannot judge a book by its cover.
No wonder such a monarch attracts so many people.
From kings and nobles to peddlers and hawkers, everyone will be captivated by such glory.
After walking through the countryside and visiting the resettlement site, the next stop is Xiaopangzai’s soap factory.
Compared with the previous two, the little fat boy values the soap factory more.
If you can't make money, you can't do anything else.
Although the national treasury is not empty, it cannot be squandered at will.
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