Chapter 74 The Emperor's Praise

Huang Yan watched Zhu Zhanji use the emperor's pen and paper with cold eyes, and secretly wrote down this detail in his heart.

Zhu Zhanji's characters were taught by Zhu Di himself, but after seeing some crooked characters, Zhu Di frowned.

After Zhu Zhanji finished writing, he said excitedly: "Grandpa Huang, I went to the Imperial College and the Ministry of Household Affairs today, compared the records on both sides, and found some food secrets."

Looking at this heroic grandson, Zhu Di dissipated the thought that was just born in his heart.

"Since the three generations, the yield per mu of grain has been rising every day. The yield per mu in the former Han Dynasty was 2.82 shi, while the yield in the former Tang Dynasty was equivalent to 3.81 shi per mu in the Han system..."

Hearing this, Zhu Di's face was a little moved.

"...In the former Song Dynasty, the yield per mu was equivalent to 4.8 shi in the Han system..."

Zhu Zhanji picked up the rice paper and said with high spirits: "Grandpa Emperor, when we arrive in Ming Dynasty, the yield of winter wheat in the north is only 1.5 shi according to the Han system."

"So low..."

Zhu Di pretended not to be worried.

Zhu Zhanji said with a smile: "Grandfather, now many of the north are summer wheat and autumn millet, and the yield per mu is 3.2 shi, which is a lot."

Zhu Di's eyes became more and more relieved, he stroked his long beard and listened with a smile.

Zhu Zhanji scratched the back of his head, and said a little sleepily: "It's just that the yield per mu in the south is a bit messy, some are two seasons, some are one season, but they should be much higher than those in the north. Grandpa, this is why the south is so rich. , the reason for the increasing population?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhu Di stood up and laughed, extremely relieved.

A trace of resentment flashed in Huang Yan's eyes. Seeing Zhu Di happy, he also joked, "Your Majesty, His Highness Taisun is talented and intelligent, but what are these crooked things?"

Zhu Yuanzhang never allowed eunuchs to interfere in politics, but when he came to Zhu Di, even though he reiterated this national policy many times, he himself was conniving at the eunuchs.

Zhu Di's laughter was stifled, and he turned his eyes to Zhu Zhanji.

The corner of Zhu Zhanji's mouth twitched disdainfully, and then he said: "Grandpa Huang, this is another thing I want to tell you."

"I went to the household department today,

It can be seen that the characters for recording numbers are cumbersome and inconvenient to calculate, so I used Professor Fang Dehua's Dashi number records. "

Zhu Zhanji handed the rice paper to Zhu Di's eyes, and said: "Grandfather, look here, is it clear at a glance, and it is easy to calculate!"

Zhu Di took the rice paper, hesitantly said: "It's refreshing, but what you said is convenient for calculation, do you have any evidence?"

Huang Yan lowered her head when she heard the words, and cast her gloating eyes on the ground.

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "Grandpa Huang, look."

The calculation formula was immediately listed on the rice paper. Zhu Zhanji added all the yield per mu, and then divided it by the number of dynasties.

"Grandpa Huang, look, this is the average yield per mu for several generations."

Seeing that Zhu Di was still thinking, Zhu Zhanji called a little eunuch and said, "You can report the number to me as you like, and then you can ask for the sum or subtraction."

How dare the little eunuch, Zhu Di nodded in the end, and then reported the number tremblingly.

A quarter of an hour later, several sheets of rice paper were filled with numbers, and Huang Yan couldn't close his mouth anymore.

Zhu Di felt that today was the happiest day in the past few days. He repeatedly shouted to reward the emperor's grandson, and almost gave away his Tianzi sword, but he didn't mention Fang Xing's name.

In less than half an hour, the news that the emperor's grandson was praised by His Majesty today reached the ears of those who should know.

In the eunuch's womb, Zhu Gaochi waved back the eunuch who was reading the memorial to him, and murmured: "My son has really grown up..."

"Come on."

"Your Highness."

"Ask the concubine to check the manpower on the grandson's side, especially those who go out with the grandson, they must be checked thoroughly, and anyone with unknown origins will be sent away!"

...

"Bell, bell..."

In the backyard of Fangjiazhuang, Xiaobai was looking for the lost bell.

Zhang Shuhui has been busy for a long time, and finally collected all the people on Zhuangzi. She sat on the newly built kang, stretched her curvaceous waist, and said to Fang Xing who had just turned into a gentleman, "Husband, it's still daytime!"

"Ahem!"

Fang Xing looked away, pretending to be serious and said, "So...has the teacher Taishun found for Ma Su arrived?"

This is nothing to talk about!

Zhang Shuhui gave Fang Xing a look: "I arrived the day before yesterday, but this Mr. Li didn't want to live in the village, so I asked someone to go to the city to pick him up every day."

This Li Chongxin was born as a Jinshi, but after he returned to his hometown Ding You, the Ministry of Officials had no arrangements at all, so he was recruited by Zhu Zhanji to teach Ma Su the way of the imperial examination.

However, this gentleman is not quite at ease. Yesterday when Zhu Zhanji came to the village, he pretended to meet him by chance, and then made a gesture of worrying about the country and the people.

"That's an official fan, let him go next month."

Fang Xing felt that his disciples should not be taught by such people, so he planned to discuss with Zhu Zhanji to see if Ma Su could be allowed to study in the Imperial College.

"It's a trivial matter! Leave it to me."

Zhu Zhanji was praised by the emperor, and when he came to the village the next day, he brought some gifts, including a flock of live birds.

There was a flurry of chickens flying outside the front yard, and the bell was chasing these chickens and ducks fiercely, and the scene was in chaos.

Fang Xing didn't miss the schadenfreude on Zhu Zhanji's face, so he decided to add half of today's homework.

"Bell, come back quickly!"

The Fang family did not have a rule that women and children could not leave the backyard. Fang Xing even encouraged the women to go for a walk in the village.

Xiaobai hugged the bell with great difficulty, and the milk dog was still barking at Zhu Zhanji in her arms.

Fang Xing hurriedly asked the tenants to drive away the chickens and ducks, and then asked to build a chicken and duck coop behind the main house.

"The chicken manure and duck manure that are cleaned up every day are not allowed to be thrown away, just to fertilize the field."

Zhu Zhanji looked at Fang Xing who brought him glory. Logically, as his 'teacher', Fang Xing could at least get a lucrative position in Zhan Shifu. But he didn't want to go, preferring to deal with these chickens and ducks in the countryside.

"Hurry up, clean up the feces at the door."

Fang Xing stepped on a lump of chicken feces, he frowned, took off the shoes under his feet, then bent down and scraped vigorously on the ground a few times.

Snatching the bell from Xiaobai's arms, Fang Xing touched its forehead, and said viciously: "Bingdang, I will see clearly in the future. If there are chickens or ducks who dare to shit in the main house, I will arrest them all and bring them to justice."

The little milk dog whined a few times, not sure if he had comprehended the spirit of the Patriarch.

When he arrived at the study room, Ma Su also hurried over. Seeing that his neck was a little crooked, Fang Xing frowned and said, "Could it be that I asked you to study?"

At this time, you need to pay attention to posture when reading aloud. You must turn your head according to the rhythm and rhythm of the words, and it will last for a long time...

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