Zhu Song took the newspaper in Lao Cao's hand, and looked at the newspaper that criticized the crimes of the acting king, how His Majesty the emperor killed his relatives in righteousness, and demoted the acting king's family to Shu to take care of it.

Zhu Song folded the bottom newspaper after reading the newspaper, and Lao Cao asked on the side.

"Your Highness, do we still have to give the court a twist and slap Your Majesty's sycophants like last time?"

Zhu Song nodded: "Naturally, I still want it, not only to shoot but also to shoot chic!" Lao Cao, this matter will be left to you. ”

After hearing this, Lao Cao complained: "Your Highness, last time you also asked the lower official to write the sycophant, the last time the lower official has used all the words that can be thought of in the lower official's stomach, this time there are really no other words, or ...... Why don't you come this time? ”

Zhu Song looked at Lao Cao and patted the old man's shoulder very solemnly.

"Lao Cao, do you know what day it is?"

Lao Cao was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and thought about it carefully, this is not a festival or a New Year, but Princess Han gave birth to a child.

"Today is the day when His Highness is happy to have a noble son?"

"That's right, Lao Cao!" Zhu Song clapped his hands: "Look, this king is a father today, right, this is a happy day for our palace, this king is not too much to give himself a holiday today, right?" ”

Lao Cao wanted to say too much, but he still didn't say it when the words came to his lips, so he had to say: "It's not too much." ”

"That's it, you see, this glorious and important task still has to be handed over to you to do, and it is not at ease to hand it over to others, you are rich and rich, and this king believes that your potential must not be explored, the last time you wrote a very good song, this time this king hopes that you will make persistent efforts and create new achievements!"

Lao Cao pouted, so he had to nod and agree to pat His Majesty's ass, which is easier said than done, the last time Lao Cao used too much force at once, and wrote everything that could be written, this time it was still a little difficult for Lao Cao to come to an ingenious twist and turn.

But His Royal Highness is too shameless, and he really can't help it, so he has to write if he doesn't write.

Just as Lao Cao turned around and was about to leave, Zhu Song stopped him again.

"By the way, Lao Cao, in a few days, the child will be full moon, you can't be too picky as an uncle, remember to give a gift money!"

Lao Cao looked at Zhu Song with a pitiful crying face, hoping that Zhu Song would be merciful, either don't let the lower official write, or you will pay this gift money for the lower official, even if it is the hard work of the lower official to write a sycophant, but where does King Han care about you, after finishing speaking, he happily ran back to the room.

Zhu Song returned to the room, hugged the child and took a look, not to mention that he felt that his son didn't seem to look so ugly when he came back after going out for a trip, and he didn't know if it was gradually unfolding, or if it was his own species, he didn't dislike it.

At this moment, the father-in-law said, "Your Highness should give Xiao Shizi a name." ”

Zhu Song slapped his head, how could he forget such an important event, he was a man in two lives, and the matter of naming his son for the first time as a father naturally fell on his own father.

"According to the rules of my Zhu family, when my father's generation has to bring a wooden word, then the next generation will have to bring a fire word, wood makes fire, when my father is alive, the words for my next generation are arranged, and there must be a punch word in the middle, so since this is the case, it is called, Zhu Chongyu!"

The old man repeatedly chanted beside him: "Zhu Chongyu...... Zhu Chongyu...... A good name, meaning a bright future, a good name! ”

Zhu Song knew that his father-in-law was patting his own ass, but he was also very comfortable when he patted himself, and he glanced at his father-in-law, and then laughed.

On the fourth day of the lunar month, it happened to be the day of the full moon of Zhu Chongyu, the eldest son of Zhu Song's son.

Today is the day of great joy in the Han Wangfu, His Royal Highness the King of Han held a full moon banquet for his son, the entire Han Wangfu was full of joy, and it was also the end of the year, this year was another harvest year, and the people of Kaiyuan City were very happy.

So there was a very interesting situation, originally according to Zhu Song's plan, the officials from Kaiyuan City were all invited, but what Zhu Song never expected was that there were a lot of people who came to congratulate him today, most of them were squires and people from Kaiyuan City.

The people all took out their own food, came to the gate of Han Guangfu, handed it over to the guards of Han Wang's Mansion and said some words of congratulations to His Highness, and then left.

Lao Cao pointed to the mountain of grain in front of him and said to Zhu Song.

"Your Highness, there are too many people in our Kaiyuan City, even if a household sends a bag of grain, most of the small bags of grain are one bucket, a little more, it is two or three buckets, and many people have sent a whole stone of grain."

"There are almost thousands of households in our Kaiyuan, and conservatively calculated, these grains cost at least two or three hundred stones!"

Zhu Song also gasped after hearing this: "So much? ”

Although Zhu Song has 10,000 yuan a year, two or three hundred stones is not less, and most officials in the Ming Dynasty are basically this money.

"The people are gone?"

Lao Cao nodded: "Yes, after the people sent the food, they all went back, what should we do with the food?" Is it necessary to send it back to the people? But in the end, this is also a piece of kindness from the people, if they are sent back like this, the people will inevitably feel that His Highness looks down on them. ”

Zhu Song let out a sigh of relief: "But if you don't send it back, these are all the people's food, how can this king collect the people's rations?" ”

Lao Cao shook his head: "Your Highness, since the people have taken out their own food as a gift on today's happy day, this shows that the people must have surplus food at home, and it can also show that Your Highness is loved by the people." ”

"The people don't just know how to repay their gratitude, whether they live or die, if there are only two or three buckets of food left in the house, the people will naturally not take out all the food as gifts, love is love, but the people have to protect themselves, so that their family will not starve to death."

"Therefore, Your Highness, from the point of view of the lower officials, this grain must not be sent back, and sending the grain back not only does not despise the people, but also makes the people feel cold."

Zhu Song muttered: "People came to the palace with good intentions to pay tribute, and when they arrived with the gift, they went home, how can there be such a courtesy?" ”

"Since this gift can't be returned to others, then hold a few more banquets, from the palace to the city gate, so that the people who follow the ceremony can have a good meal."

Lao Cao was startled when he heard this.

"Your Highness, there are more than 8,800 households in our Kaiyuan City, even if it is calculated according to five people per household, there are more than 40,000 people, and the big banquet of more than 40,000 people is ......."