"Are we going to work in the fields on the farm? Will we disturb the Queen..." Wen Hui said to the little fat boy worriedly, while his eyes were fixed on the crystal clear candied haws outside the car window.
"Banban!" The little fat boy lifted the carriage curtain and said to Jiang Yuanxing, "I want to eat candied haws."
He sat back down and said to Wen Hui, "The farm is for farming. Yes, there are two little princes from Mobei playing there. They won't disturb the Empress. They have more important things to do. Dazhao is based on agriculture, and the farm is for research and to discover better crops."
"If the weather is good and the crops are harvested, then the people will have a good life, but things are in our hands. It is not good to rely entirely on God for the harvest."
When he talked about these things, he spoke eloquently and with great generosity and propriety.
Anyone can see that he really worked hard.
"So, the Ministry of Agriculture is responsible for ensuring that the people have enough to eat." Wen Hui had also read these words in the books of sages.
But no one has ever really thought about it this way. Isn't the purpose of being an official to bring honor to the family? Unlike the young prince, who said that the Ministry of Agriculture is for the people.
If Wen Hui had also been to the modern era, he would know that this is called serving the people.
Such thoughts were still too advanced for him.
But it did not affect the admiration for the little fat boy. He stood there like a wooden sculpture or a clay statue.
He didn't even take the candied haws that the fat boy stuffed into his hand, but just stared at the fat boy blankly.
Watching him eat the candied haws in one gulp, he held up the candied haws and handed it to Jiang Yuanxing outside the carriage: "Banban, have some too~"
Wen Hui couldn't understand why someone could do this?
Such softness and innocence, and such awe-inspiring like a mountain, make people yearn for it.
"Brother, you, you are so special." Wen Hui froze for a while before muttering.
The little fat boy was biting on a candied haws and almost couldn't breathe after hearing what he said.
Yuer thought you were going to praise me, but I didn't expect you to be so uncultured!
If this is passed down, the uneducated and ignorant ones will no longer be the fat kids, but the Hui people.
The fat baby couldn't imagine that when people are shocked, they can't say anything literal.
Only the simplest and purest words.
Who wouldn’t think that a kid like Little Fatty is special?
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