The delicate and small silver flower was placed in the little prince's hand. Seeing that no one was taking it, the little fat boy pretended to put it away: "If you don't want it, I will keep it."
He said this, but his body remained honest and motionless, waiting for these people to take it themselves.
The fat baby wanted to share it with them, but no one reached out, so he had to put it in his own palm.
"Why don't you thank me?" Jiang Yuanxing looked at them again and again, and saw these people gathered together in a disorderly manner.
His eyes were dull and unfocused, and Jiang Banban suspected that these people didn't hear the little prince's words at all.
As a 1002-certified fan, Jiang Banban felt that these people were ungrateful. But then he realized that these people simply had never seen a prince like this.
It's understandable that I was stunned for a moment.
Look at their confused looks, I'm afraid they still suspect they are dreaming.
"Thank you, Your Highness, for the reward." After Jiang Yuanxing reminded them, some smart people who had seen Old Man Liu and others express their gratitude quickly knelt down and called him Your Highness.
They rubbed their hands on their clothes in embarrassment.
These people who had just questioned the little fat boy now showed their immaturity.
Someone stretched out his hand. Their hands were rough and black from excessive labor, while the little prince's hands were as white and tender as tofu freshly made in the morning, which would go bad if touched.
The farmer, who didn't dare to touch the little prince, pulled his hand back awkwardly, but was grabbed by someone.
The warm and soft touch made this person stare with eyes wide open in disbelief.
The little fat boy is used to doing this, but he has no idea of the turmoil in other people's hearts.
When he saw someone's hand retract, he would pull it back and put a silver peanut on it.
Seeing that the person did not stretch out his hand but just clenched his fist in a daze, he would give him some money.
Fat baby doesn't think farming is dirty at all.
Food is the most important thing for the people. If no one grows crops, what will everyone eat? Even the emperor will have nothing to eat.
We must remember that every meal is not easy to come by, and every thread is not easy to produce.
The fat baby who never wastes anything has great authority in this regard.
After the money was distributed, everyone was stunned.
The fat baby sighed and sat down on the ground.
The apricot-yellow brocade was once again stained with mud, but he didn't care at all: "Sit down."
As soon as these words were spoken, it was like an imperial decree. No matter whether it was the palace servants or the agricultural officials and tenants, they all sat cross-legged on the ground.
They were wearing the May Day welfare clothes given by the little prince, although they didn't know what May Day was. But who wouldn't be happy if they didn't have to work and still got food and cloth?
The Queen Mother said, "There will be some every year from now on." She told everyone not to hide it, so they put it on. They were just very careful when working, but now they sat on the ground and didn't care about the dust.
The little fat boy was a little surprised by their coordinated movements.
The little fellow looked up, his bright eyes reflecting the fiery red sunset glow in the sky. "Don't be restrained. When it comes to farming, you are all my teachers."
He sincerely believed this, and everyone looked terrified.
The prince will be the emperor in the future. Can farmers like him be his teachers?
Oh my God, are we really not dreaming?
Some people even secretly pinched their thighs and grimaced in pain.
"My uncles are all very kind and will not flatter me just because I am the crown prince. Don't be afraid, I allow you to say this."
Facing everyone's bewildered gazes, the little fat boy smiled and said, "I'm just a child, not even as old as your grandchildren. It's understandable that you don't believe me."
The fat baby no longer called himself "Zhen". He spoke to everyone in a very friendly tone and even used the words that these people said themselves.
It was not until these words came out of the mouth of the young prince that the farmers who spoke out realized how outrageous this was.
"Agriculture and military affairs are the most important affairs of state. The fundamental purpose of establishing a farm is to grow more food. While the experience of our ancestors is reliable, we should also be able to adapt when necessary. I believe my uncles all have their own ideas, but they just don't dare to express them."
"Today I am throwing out some ideas to stimulate discussion. Please feel free to speak your mind, uncles and uncles. If anyone offers a good idea, I will reward him with a hundred taels of gold!"
The little fat boy spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice, with a childish face and a sweet and milky voice.
But his style and wisdom have already dazzled people.
No one will question him at this moment, he is the emperor destined by heaven!
Everyone was captivated by the glory of the wise leader, and no one noticed the pain in the little prince's eyes when he mentioned the reward of 100 taels.
Fish's gold will never last!
Spend a lot of money to find gold mines.
1002: You’re dreaming.
Your Majesty: I have it, no need for silver, give it to my son.
Main System: Searching for gold mines.
As soon as the words fell, a solemn and majestic atmosphere spread throughout the entire field, and the little prince's reward of one hundred taels of gold was filled with a surge of pride.
It makes one's blood boil and one can't wait to offer suggestions on the spot.
Not for gold or silver, but just for His Highness's calls of uncle.
Is this the little god, the emperor chosen by God for the people?
These people are ignorant and only know how to farm.
But I have also heard the stories of sages and wise rulers passed down by storytellers, and I have laughed at the words of scholars and students who say that a gentleman will die for his friend.
How important is human life? We only have one.
They have wives and children at home, and all they hope for every day is good weather and good harvests.
How could they have such thoughts? But what they felt at this moment was the same as what those scholars were saying!
In the morning, he is a farmer, and in the evening, he ascends the emperor's hall.
We humble peasants can do it too!
Besides, the little prince, no, the little god, calls us uncles. Oh my God, what have we done to deserve this?
"Little Immortal, I don't want gold or silver, I just want you. I am also willing to offer my ancestors' methods!"
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