When Emperor Hongji was about to stand up, he felt that his waist was about to break.

I didn't feel it when I harvested the potatoes, but this time I stood up, although there was a eunuch to support him, but it was already a whirlwind, Xiao Jing's eyes were quick, and he hugged Emperor Hongzhi, and Emperor Hongzhi stabilized.

Emperor Hongzhi breathed a sigh of relief, looked left and right, and said, "Thirty-three stones? ”

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, thirty-three stones, this sky is auspicious, the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty are virtuous, and the common people are lucky."

Xiao Jing knelt in the mud and struggled to squeeze out his tears.

Emperor Hongzhi didn't bother to pay attention to him, looked at Fang Jifan, and showed a somewhat easy-going smile: "I'm not young anymore, I already feel that my waist is about to break, and I can dig out so much grain from the ground, I feel very relieved, you ...... It's really a pillar of my Ming Dynasty. How is this stuff eaten? ”

The captains all puffed up their chests, but they all looked at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan said: "Why don't you ...... Try? ”

"Of course!" Emperor Hongji burst out laughing.

Zhu Houzhao glanced at Fang Jifan, but Fang Jifan didn't see it.

The group hurriedly returned to the Thousand Households, and Emperor Hongzhi sat down and said to everyone: "Sit down, I'm tired, I think you're tired." ”

The eunuchs hurriedly moved their chairs, and everyone sat down one after another, and Emperor Hongzhi looked interested, and someone had already sent the collected potatoes to the dining hall to cook.

The method of potato cooking is very simple, stir directly into a puree, put a little sesame oil, and then put a little salt, just stew, this mashed potatoes, a pot can be cooked.

Even if it is a staple food, it should have the appearance of a staple food, Zhu Houzhao seemed to think of something, pulled a eunuch, whispered a few words, and the eunuch hurriedly went.

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't take care of Zhu Houzhao, in fact, he still had a high yield in his heart, and it was even better than sweet potatoes.

But can this thing really be eaten?

Delicious?

Will the people eat?

These many questions are all in his mind.

For a moment, the mood was extremely complicated.

Seeing that Emperor Hongzhi had no intention of speaking, everyone naturally did not dare to be presumptuous, but everyone had their own hearts and were silent.

Half an hour later, a plate of mashed potatoes was served, and everyone looked at the food on the plate...... This thing, like mush......

Xiao Jing personally served a plate of mashed potatoes, and Emperor Hongzhi looked down, this thing ...... Can you really eat it?

He hesitated, about to raise his chopsticks.

At this time, I heard a voice say: "Father, ......"

Emperor Hongji raised his eyes.

But I saw Zhu Houzhao smile and said, "Before you want to eat this mashed potato, you have to have an appetizer porridge." ”

Emperor Hongzhi smiled and said, "Is there still such a thing?" ”

Zhu Houzhao said with a stiff face: "Erchen and Fang Jifan are both very particular people. ”

Fang Jifan was a little speechless, he suspected that Zhu Houzhao was cheating on himself.

Zhu Houzhao immediately went out of the lobby directly and went to carry a bucket of porridge in person.

This porridge was just ordered by him to the little eunuch to buy it.

Then he ordered someone to take the bowl, and with a wooden spoon, scooped up the porridge spoonful, and then distributed it to the kings and ministers present.

"What is this?"

Looking at this almost unbearable 'yellow rice porridge', Emperor Hongzhi was confused, is this porridge? There is not much rice in this porridge, and most of it is yellowed broken rice, there is no rice fragrance at all, the porridge water is not thick, and there are impurities floating on it from nowhere.

"Father, this is yellow rice porridge!" Zhu Houzhao answered honestly.

Emperor Hongzhi sneered: "Have you ever seen yellow rice porridge? ”

Yes, Emperor Hongzhi has experienced the suffering of the people and personally tried the yellow rice porridge, although the taste is not very delicious, but it is not too unpalatable, but in any case, he can't connect the yellow rice porridge in front of him with the yellow rice porridge he ate in the palace.

Zhu Houzhao said with a straight face: "Of course my father knows what yellow rice porridge looks like, but his son knows that my father must not know what the yellow rice porridge eaten by ordinary people looks like." If the father wants to experience the suffering of the people in the palace, he only needs a verbal message, and the imperial dining room will try its best to organize it, but how will they buy yellow rice porridge? Come to think of it, it is still necessary to select the best yellow rice, full of pieces, each grain is carefully selected, and then the rice will be cleaned, wash away all impurities, boil it carefully with firewood for a few hours, and then put in some honey, or some sugar, maybe, but also give the father a plate of side dishes, and send it to the father. ”

Zhu Houzhao looked at Emperor Hongzhi with a smile, and finally said, "Father, what the son said is right. ”

"......" Emperor Hongzhi had a feeling that his face was being smacked, and his face was hot and painful.

But...... He glanced at Xiao Jing, who was hunched over and lowered his head.

Emperor Hongzhi already understood something, so he only touched the case and remained silent.

Zhu Houzhao said again at this time: "Old Fang...... Ah, no, the new Bofang Jifan once told a joke to his sons, saying that he was an ignorant old peasant who was thinking about the emperor Lao Tzu in the Forbidden City......"

Fang Jifan's body was shocked, and he immediately said: "Your Highness, don't talk nonsense, the minister didn't say anything like Emperor Lao Tzu, what the minister said was that the old peasant was thinking about the Holy Emperor in the Forbidden City...... It's the Holy Emperor, not the Emperor Lao Tzu! ”

Zhu Houzhao smiled dryly: "Okay, okay, even if it's the Holy Emperor Laozi, this old farmer is thinking, how will the Holy Emperor and his old man farm the land?" When the Holy Emperor ploughs the land, he must have used a golden flat pole or a golden hoe. ”

As soon as these words came out, Emperor Hongzhi was stunned for a moment, and then he was stunned.

Liu Jian and the others also laughed.

The old farmer is ignorant, and such jokes are not impossible.

Zhu Houzhao immediately said: "But...... Father's ...... Erchen is more upright, so let's just say it bluntly, this old farmer is ignorant, isn't his father also very ignorant? The old peasants didn't know that their father didn't need to plough the land in the palace, and his father was in the palace, so what did they think about the suffering of the people? Let's just talk about this yellow rice porridge, Erchen said unceremoniously, the yellow rice porridge drunk by the father and the yellow rice porridge drunk by the old farmers, although the name is the same, but in fact, they are two completely different things. Just like the ginseng soup in my father's Shangshan prison, it is completely different from the ginseng soup that ordinary people drink. ”

"Didn't my father always let his sons experience the sufferings of the people and understand the sufferings of the people?" When Zhu Houzhao said this, he proudly puffed up his chest: "Erchen has experienced it, and I have also drunk yellow rice porridge, this is the yellow rice porridge that ordinary people really use as a staple food, and my father might as well try it." ”

“……”

Emperor Hongzhi didn't speak, he stiffened his face and looked down at the yellow rice porridge in front of him seriously.

Although Zhu Houzhao's words were sharp, this kid seems to have always been like this.

But in front of so many courtiers, it seems to be too much.

But...... Emperor Hongzhi didn't blame him, after all, what this kid said was indeed reasonable.

Seemingly...... This is my fault, and I have also overlooked.

He smiled slightly and said, "Okay, then I'll try this real yellow rice porridge." ”

With that, he raised the porridge bowl, took the silver spoon, scooped it lightly, and then frowned.

A rancid smell rushed straight to the taste buds, quickly spreading to the entire mouth, this taste, this clear soup is not only unpalatable, but also unbearable.

He raised his eyes slightly, but saw Zhu Houzhao looking forward to it, as if he had been looking forward to him drinking the yellow rice porridge clean.

This......

Emperor Hongzhi thought to himself, the truth is reasonable, and the crown prince is indeed more stable than before, and it is indeed very gratifying to be able to understand the suffering of the people. But is he so eager to see my jokes? This...... It's not a matter of reason, it's ...... It's a matter of attitude.

Are you still a son?

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Emperor Hongzhi still smiled! Be calm, don't be angry with him, today is a good day, you should be happy.

A bowl of porridge, almost pinched by the nose and drunk, is difficult to eat, and it is more unpalatable than medicine.

Liu Jian and the others saw that His Majesty drank a bowl of yellow rice porridge in one go, who dared not drink it? Obediently picked up the porridge one by one, but it was just ......

After the first sip, I wanted to die.

Among them, even if they are from the lowest background, they are also middle-class families, otherwise they can't afford to study, so they can be named on the gold list, many ministers have reported to the emperor, telling that their families are poor and from meager backgrounds, but in fact, the so-called most bitter days in their hearts are also three meals a day, a meal of white rice, and they can always see meat every three or five days.

But this yellow rice porridge, compared to their lightest food, is simply pig food.

Shen Wen had already woken up, he found that he was very sad, he actually had to suffer a second time, suffer a second sin, and almost vomited after drinking half of this yellow rice porridge, but how dare he lose his honor in front of the king, he could only grit his teeth and use his unrivaled perseverance to hold on.

A rancid taste that reverberates in the stomach and throat...... His face was blue, just like a monk in Shaolin Temple who studied iron cloth shirts, his hands were clenched into fists, clenched tightly, and his muscles were tense.

The suffering of the people, ...... today Emperor Hongzhi can be regarded as a real insight, and when he saw Wang Er in the past, he felt bitter when he saw their family surrounded by four walls. Later, I heard Ouyang Zhi say that the soldiers and civilians of Liaodong were suffering, and Emperor Hongzhi also felt bitter, and seemed to feel that he had empathized.

But today's yellow rice porridge is the real bitterness.

"Your Majesty, please, use potatoes."

Fang Jifan saw that the monarchs and ministers were uncomfortable, and his conscience was condemned, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was really thought-provoking, and he used his own set of methods to deal with his father's head. This guy ...... Sooner or later, he would kill himself, and Fang Jifan felt that he should warn himself and draw a line with this guy who likes to die.

At this time, Emperor Hongzhi took a deep breath, picked up the silver spoon, and scooped a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

When this mashed potato was entered, Emperor Hongzhi felt that it had some kind of indescribable taste.

Emperor Hongzhi chewed and swallowed slowly, what kind of taste is this?

How to describe it?

Finally, a thought popped into his mind: "What a fragrance!" ”