"That's right! Uncle invited the two of you to dinner tonight, let's go to the restaurant, what do you want to eat and tell Uncle Zu! Zhu Song patted his chest!

Zhu Song thought that after listening to Zhu Song's words, Zhu Zhanji would clap his hands happily, and then start ordering, but he didn't expect Zhu Zhanji to be not happy, but looked a little sad.

"Uncle and grandfather, these peasant people, what do they eat at night? Is it still a steamed bun? ”

Zhu Song was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Not necessarily, the steamed buns we eat today are already bad things in your eyes, but in the eyes of the people, those white-faced steamed buns with white flowers, all of them are good things, just like the delicacies in the palace." ”

"Although my Ming Dynasty can now be said to be peaceful in the world, there are still many people who can't eat a meal of white-flour steamed buns all year round.

Zhu Zhanji looked at his uncle seriously.

"Uncle and grandfather, I want to try these steamed buns mixed with bran, as well as rice made from brown rice."

When Zhu Song heard this, he looked around, and saw that the smoke had begun to rise in the distant village, so he patted the soil on his hands, got up and came to the horse, and took out a few pieces of broken silver from the saddle bag.

"Zhang Tiezhu, you take these broken silvers and go to the nearby villages to buy some brown rice and steamed buns mixed with bran."

Zhang Tiezhu looked at the few taels of silver.

"I don't need Your Highness, I don't need this silver, I just went to the villager's house to ask for some, a few steamed buns."

"Come back!" Zhu Song stopped Zhang Tiezhu.

"How do you educate this king, we can't take a stitch from the common people as brocade guards, you still have to eat other people's things for nothing, and if you make this show for this king, this king will kick your ass!"

Zhang Tiezhu covered his buttocks and explained with a smile.

"Your Royal Highness, you misunderstood me, we still have a few white-flour steamed buns left, a white-flour steamed bun can be exchanged for three steamed buns mixed with bran, although you have money, but you can't use it like sprinkling water, don't worry, I will never let the people suffer, it's really not good, I invite you to eat this steamed bun, it's just a few pennies!"

After Zhang Tiezhu finished speaking, he got on the horse and ran away.

After a while, Zhang Tiezhu came back with steamed buns mixed with bran.

Zhu Song hurriedly asked, "You didn't scare the people, did you?" ”

Zhang Tiezhu smiled innocently.

"How can it be, Your Highness, although I look a little scary, but in the end there is still a person, plus I went with silver, and the people are too late to see me happy."

Zhang Tiezhu said, opened the cloth bag on his body, there were three steamed buns mixed with bran, and two bowls, one contained brown rice, and the other contained black vegetables.

"Your Royal Highness, this dish is a wild vegetable that the villagers usually dig in the mountains, and I also bought some of them, and these things only cost a total of three cents of silver, which is a lot, not to mention how happy the people are, you can rest assured!"

Zhu Song nodded with satisfaction when he heard this, saying that he had been a little detached from the masses for too long, and he didn't have a clear understanding of a basic price.

Usually rich habits, Zhu Songhua is a lot of silver, can not be like this in the future, even if there is money, the province must be saved.

Zhu Song handed the steamed buns to Zhu Chongyu and Zhu Zhanji, and he also took one himself, and the grandfather sat in the field and began to eat the steamed buns.

Zhu Chongyu seems to be born not so particular about eating, and it is the same at home, he eats whatever he eats at home, and he has never been picky.

But Zhu Zhanji is different, it is simply the treasure in Zhu Di's hands, the next generation, although he is usually a little stricter when he contacts the bow horse and practices martial arts, but what Zhu Zhanji wants to eat, Zhu Di has never been ambiguous, what his grandson wants to eat for his grandson, so Zhu Zhanji's eloquence is so tricky, he can't even eat white-flour steamed buns.

So when Zhu Zhanji ate this steamed bun mixed with bran, he still underestimated the unpalatable nature of this thing, and also overestimated his ability to suffer.

Zhu Song and Zhu Chongyu looked at Zhu Zhanji while eating steamed buns, the eyes of the father and son were like two repeating crossbows, staring at Zhu Zhanji all the time, and Zhu Zhanji looked at him as uncomfortable, as if he had spit out this steamed bun and offended a great crime.

Zhu Zhanji thought about it, picked up the steamed bun that he spit out on the ground, patted the soil on the steamed bun, and was just about to stuff it into his mouth, but Zhu Song pressed it.

"If it's dirty, you won't eat it, you can realize the hard-won food, it's already very good, you are the grandson, the future prince, it's good to be able to understand the suffering of the people, but the most important thing is to protect your body, your future is to shoulder the big tomorrow, take good care of yourself."

After Zhu Song finished speaking, he stuffed this dirty steamed bun into his mouth.

Zhu Zhanji was stunned.

"Uncle and grandfather...... How are you? ”

Zhu Song didn't dislike Zhu Zhanji at all, he touched Zhu Zhanji's head while chewing.

"Uncle is an elder and an adult, this bite is harmless to the uncle, but you are still a child, your body does not want the body of the uncle to be mature, it is still very delicate, food cannot be wasted, but the child's body must also be protected."

Zhu Zhanji looked at his uncle, and suddenly he seemed to understand why he was always so close to his uncle, much closer than his two uncles, because his uncle was the same as his father, benevolent and righteous, and loved the people, although he was a child of the royal family, he could really understand the suffering of the people, and neither his uncle nor his father was just talking, one of them was in charge of political affairs for his grandfather, and the other was worried about whether the stomachs of the people in the world were full before he was born.

Grandpa is the heroic inheritance of the founding emperor on the horseback of Emperor Taizu Gao, and the two of them are the inheritance of Emperor Taizu Gao and the people in the world.

From that moment, Zhu Zhanji knew that he not only had to be like his grandfather, who knew how to fight and could fight, but also had to be like his father and uncle and cherish the people.

This meal, Zhu Zhanji ate very uncomfortable, but he ate really fragrantly, after eating the steamed buns, the three grandparents and grandchildren began to eat brown rice again, you take a bite, I take a bite, just the bitter wild vegetables, until the sky is getting dark.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhu Song took the two children to change their clothes, rode on a horse, and returned to Yingtian.

Zhu Song first went to the palace, sent Zhu Zhanji back to the East Palace, and then returned home with his son.