Empress Dowager Yang looked back, and sure enough, it was Zhao Fang who came over.

He carried a flat bucket on his shoulder, and there were two and a half buckets of water at each end of the flat pole, and his posture was decent, and he knew how to hold the rope of the bucket with both hands one after the other, but when he saw the Empress Dowager Yang, he was obviously very surprised, and he hurriedly unloaded the bucket and straightened his clothes, and then he stepped forward to salute and called "Queen Mother".

Empress Dowager Yang saw that her son was wearing old cloth shoes, the soles of the shoes were a little worn out, there were a few big mud spots splashed on the uppers, and the trouser legs were soaked a lot by the water that swayed out.

Zhao Fang didn't feel anything, but his face was a little arrogant, and he said ashamedly: "Now there is only this small piece of land, and the sons can't take care of it, so they actually planted the land like this......"

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, there was still a bit of depression in his tone.

Empress Dowager Yang didn't come to see her son's jokes, so she hurriedly comforted him a few words, and said: "How can there be anything in the world that can be accomplished overnight, and if you are the Son of Heaven, is it not possible to compare farming with farmers?" ”

Zhao Fang smiled reluctantly, he really didn't have the face to invite Empress Dowager Yang to visit his "achievements", so he only responded a few times and then revealed the matter without mentioning it.

Since then, the Empress Dowager Yang has been in her heart, and sure enough, although Zhao Fang has been working and resting for several days, her mood has not been high, and she has finished her literary and martial arts classes every day, either coming and going in the field, or burying her head in the agricultural book, thinking that she is looking for a usable method.

She wanted to be comforted, but she just said it a few times, but it was useless, because she was afraid of worrying and hurting her body, she had already thought about calling Gu Yanzhang over, and she didn't want to have dinner this day, but she saw Zhao Fang coming back to the palace after school, and personally held a small bowl over, and said, "Queen Mother, this is made by the son...... Give it a taste to the queen mother. ”

Empress Dowager Yang was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and opened the lid of the small bowl, and saw a bowl of millet porridge inside, which had been cooked to a little thickened, and smelled a faint smell of burnt.

Although his son is sensible, he rarely takes the initiative like this, especially this kind of "Ming Xiao", even if he knows that it is beneficial to his reputation, he has never done it.

Zhao Fang was embarrassed to raise his head, only lowered his eyelids, and said embarrassedly: "The first time Erchen boiled porridge, he was a little burnt...... The queen mother just tastes the taste. ”

And he said, "I only got this little corn today...... When it's much more ripe next time, Erchen will use it to make millet cakes......"

With her son's many words, Empress Dowager Yang ate the millet porridge that was a little burnt and clean, and it seemed to taste a few traces of sweet and greasy taste.

It was only in the evening that Cui Yongchen told her what happened during the day.

"It was originally the little son of Zhang She's family, called Zhang Bi's one, and sent a handful of wheat in, saying that he planted it last year, which was divided into four parts, and sent one to Ganzhou, one to Zhang Hu Zhang's official business, one to Gu Guan's family, and another to the ...... in the palace."

It was difficult for Empress Dowager Yang to understand why this simple grab of wheat made her son's mood better, but she knew that the reason why Zhao Fang used a few grains of millet that he had planted for a year to cook porridge for himself was somewhat influenced by Zhang Bi.

Her mood was a little complicated for a while, and in the end, she passed as if she hadn't heard anything.

After mid-autumn, all the grains planted by Zhao Fang in the first year have been harvested, and the grain obtained adds up to only one bag.

He lined up the unhulled rice, millet, and wheat on the table in front of him.

It didn't take long for Gu Yanzhang to walk in from outside the hall.

Zhao Fang stood up apprehensively, pointed to the grain in front of him, and said, "Sir, this is my harvest this year." ”

Even if there is an internal servant who is familiar with agricultural affairs, it is unrealistic for a person with no experience in farming to take care of two square feet of land in his spare time, and still want to grow grains separately.

Although Zhao Fang is young, his mind is fine, and the people under his back secretly catch insects, weed, and water, he knows it at a glance, and the servants can't hide it, so they have to honestly let this man who is full and has nothing to do do on his own.

However, at this time, even though he had been prepared, seeing that he had worked hard for a year, but the harvest was so pitiful, Zhao Fang still felt extremely embarrassed.

Gu Yanzhang saluted Zhao Fang first, walked to the edge of the table, took the three grains separately, broke their shells one by one, and finally said: "Your Majesty's income this time is far better than that of Weichen back then. ”

Zhao Fang obviously didn't expect to hear such words, on the one hand, he couldn't believe it, and on the other hand, he felt that the person on the other side would never lie, and hurriedly asked, "Mr. has also planted fields?" ”

Gu Yanzhang didn't return to his seat, sat on the spot, and said: "When I was young, I was sloppy and frivolous, I always only cared about doing what I wanted, and I was very ignorant, about six or seven years old, I once stepped into the farmland on a horse and destroyed half an acre of land for others, but I didn't care, and my brother asked me to be punished......"

He was very close to Zhao Fang, and when he spoke, it didn't look like a conversation between a monarch and a minister, nor like a lecture, as if he was talking to a close friend.

"Your Majesty, what punishment do you think the minister will receive?"

Zhao Fang's face was full of relaxation, he thought about it, and said, "I'm afraid I don't want Mr. to work for that farmer's family?" ”

He said in his mouth, but he thought in his heart: Could it be that Gu Qing suffered a lot in the past, so now he wants to come to me to make up for it? But I didn't hurt people on the farmland! After planting this year's land, I really have back pain, and there is no harvest, and the emperor has not really done it, and his face has been lost, and he is not even as good as ordinary farmers.

Zhao Fang was not angry, but tasteful, and faintly felt that he had become a nephew who was disciplined.

Seriously, Zhao Fang listened to Fan Yaochen, Huang Zhaoliang and the rest of the Confucian lectures for a longer time and more frequently. But for some reason, in front of these people, he only respects and regards him as a teacher, but when he looks at Gu Yanzhang, he always feels that this is not only a gentleman, but also a brother and a friend, and some things are not good to say to the rest of the people, in front of Gu Yanzhang, he will not hesitate to say it.

Gu Yanzhang smiled slightly, and said: "He wants me to go to the peasant's house to work, but where do others dare to ask for it, in the end, my brother opened a piece of soil in the backyard of my house, which is bigger than His Majesty took care of this time, and asked me to plant wheat and millet for a year......

Zhao Fang listened attentively and couldn't help asking, "How much harvest did Mr. get in the end?" ”

Gu Yanzhang said with a smile: "I was only seven years old at the time, and I only thought about playing with guns and sticks every day, and I was pressed in the field for a few months, so I chose the opportunity to cry in front of my grandmother......"

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