My bad words were heard by all the civil and military officials in the court

Chapter 117 1 Going down to the field to pick up manure

Emperor Jingming was not moved by these words. He was thinking: "If you stay, Dayu and I will eat our food very quickly."

Zhang Liang's mouth twitched, "Sir, isn't the most precious thing between us the bond of life and death?"

Emperor Jingming didn't buy it at all: "No, if you stay, we will only drag each other down and starve each other to death."

Zhang Liang was silent for a few breaths, then he took out two taels of silver from his sleeve.

"Sir, this is the food allowance for the period of time you are here. Please keep it."

Emperor Jingming quickly accepted it and said, "The friendship between us is indeed precious."

Zhang Liang:......

Ministers: ...Your Majesty changes your expression very quickly!

The prince wanted to cover his face: ...My father is so greedy for money.

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Ye Shengxin did not come back at noon, so Emperor Jingming used the silver given by Zhang Liang to buy some grain, flour and salt from the villagers, and the two taels of silver were spent.

In the afternoon, Emperor Jingming took Zhang Liang to continue the mending work.

The prince felt that there was nothing interesting to see today.

After deciding on the temporary land outside the city, the ministers returned home early.

On the sky curtain, Ye Shengxin worked in the rain for most of the day and came back with four wild rabbits.

Zhou Lin returned with the gold bricks and the golden statue of General Zhao that Zheng Qiu had made.

Also arriving was General Zhao, who had asked for leave from the morning court and was sickened by the disgusting things.

He knelt down and begged the prince to help him and severely punish the corrupt official Zheng Qiu.

The prince agreed and sentenced his entire family to be executed, and the time was set for after autumn.

By then, the emperor should be back, and if he is not satisfied with his punishment, he will have the opportunity to change it.

The next day, it was another rainy day in Qingshan Village. Fortunately, there was food at home, so Ye Shengxin didn't need to go up the mountain for the time being.

She accompanied Emperor Jingming to mend the clothes that Cui Fu sent him for the second time.

With more people, efficiency is higher, and the three of them finished their work shortly after lunch.

When Cui Fu examined the work of Emperor Jingming, he picked out the best patch in the middle and said:

"The stitches on this dress are so fine, I wonder who did it?"

"You don't look like a novice at all. If you are willing to take on some embroidery work, you can pay off my family's debt sooner."

Emperor Jingming glanced at the robe in Cui Fu's hand and said, "I sewed it."

Cui Fu's eyes lit up, "Little Duck, you have finished your work for today. Are you interested in making some money for yourself?"

Since there was no money at home, Emperor Jingming was naturally willing.

Knowing that an embroidery piece could be sold for dozens of coins, Mrs. Cui Fu was still willing to teach him embroidery.

Emperor Jingming nodded directly.

So in the afternoon, Emperor Jingming took Ye Shengxin and Zhang Liang to Cui Fu's house after closing the door, and began to learn embroidery under the guidance of Cui's wife.

Although the ministers could not bear to see His Majesty doing this for a few dozen copper coins, they could not bear to see themselves suffer the hardship of carrying manure.

Yesterday, the ministers each selected their locations, and today it is a sunny day in the capital.

After the ministers finished their morning court session, they had a meal of white rice porridge, wild vegetables and steamed corn bread in the palace.

After noon, the prince and the prime minister led everyone who had changed into farmers' clothes and got on the carriage.

A group of people went to the selected land outside the city in a mighty manner.

There were a dozen hired old farmers waiting for them.

Behind them were hundreds of brand new shoulder poles and dung buckets.

After getting off the carriage, the ministers were led and taught by the old farmer. Within half a minute, they rolled up their sleeves and started doing the same work as Emperor Jingming had done before.

Master Tongshan stood by the ridge of the field, looking at the ministers wielding hoes in the fields, sweating profusely, and shook his head:

"Too slow, benefactors, you are still a little slow." It delayed the work of picking up manure later.

There was a minister who had not done any heavy work for many years and was now exhausted and panting. He looked over and complained in his heart:

The master really speaks with ease. How can one do such strenuous work faster and faster?

The land that the prince was allocated was right next to Master Tongshan. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and said:

"Uncle, don't worry. We will have time to irrigate the land before the city gates are locked in the evening."

Master Tongshan nodded compassionately, then found a wooden stool to sit down, and drank herbal tea while supervising the work, looking very comfortable.

Occasionally he glanced up into the sky, a sky that only he and the civil and military officials could see.

A hint of evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He was quite interested in his brother's first embroidery and would definitely find a chance to buy it back.

Two hours passed quickly, and some ministers went downstairs with sore backs and waists, groaning.

But the young and strong prince did not take a rest except for drinking water.

They could only work hard with great effort.

When the prince saw that everyone's allocated land had been almost cultivated, he finally called for a stop.

"Everyone, when you carry the shoulder pole later, be careful where you step and don't hurt yourself."

The exhausted ministers responded one after another, each of them thinking that they must pay attention later.

As a result, when they actually went to the toilet to fetch manure water, they were exhausted and two of them fainted.

The imperial physician was already prepared, and the prince calmly instructed the patient to take good care of him.

He held his breath, picked up the shoulder pole and quickly went to his field.

But in my heart, it stinks, it really stinks. How did my father endure it at that time?

Oops, that was a close call. The manure water almost spilled.

The prince finally suppressed the urge to vomit and finished his job. When he turned around, he saw a few more people fainted from the stench.

The prince gritted his teeth secretly.

These people are even more delicate than the ladies in the palace. How can they take on big responsibilities when they can't even endure such a small hardship?

The Prime Minister, who was born in a commoner family and had finished his work early, stood beside Master Tongshan and said as if chatting, pinching his nose:

"After a couple of days, the ministers will get used to it and won't do this anymore."

Before the master could react, he heard a scream from not far away.

——A minister accidentally poured manure on himself.

Prime Minister Shangguan stretched his neck to look over there.

Who is this person? He is so dirty that he can't even do such a simple job.

Not even a bit inferior to Your Majesty.

The prince had sharp eyes and rushed over after seeing who fell.

"Master, how are you? Are you hurt?"

Master Chunyu kept waving his hands despite smelling of feces.

"I am fine, Your Highness, don't worry. I just tripped over a lump of earth. I can still continue."

After all, he was a teacher and was quite old. The prince wanted to share the burden, but the tutor held on to the carrying pole and refused to let go no matter what.

"Why, Your Highness, do you want to look down on me, an old minister?"

"Although I am old, I have been exercising all year round, so it is no problem for me to knock down a guard with one punch."

The old tutor had a fierce look on his face. He tidied himself up and continued to work.

He knew very well in his heart that what His Majesty and the ministers were doing was not a job at all.

It is clear that they are regaining and strengthening the conscience of the people through hard work.

This will prevent anyone from urging Your Majesty and the Crown Prince to increase taxes and grain collection for the people in the future.

After understanding this, he, as the Taifu, the teacher of the Crown Prince and many students across the world.

He said that he couldn't retreat no matter what!