Chapter 647: Preaching

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I'm going to give birth...

Fang Jifan was shocked.

Xiao Zhu is now a father.

This is indeed something to celebrate.

The two stared at each other: "When will you be born?"

"The delivery period is almost the same. I think it's been a few days. Have you seen Concubine Rong's belly? It's so big, bigger than a watermelon." Zhu Houzhao rubbed his hands excitedly: "I'm going to give birth to a son like Bengong. wise, and had seven sons."

Fang Jifan patted Zhu Houzhao's shoulder: "Good girl, my daughter is also very good, don't favor one over another."

Zhu Houzhao sneered: "It's not good to have a daughter, like my sister, what's wrong with it, it's only cheaper for people like you."

Fang Jifan was angry: "Your Highness, the conscience of heaven and earth, why am I not good?"

"You..." Zhu Houzhao began to feel melancholy: "You don't understand what it means to be a brother."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is about to give birth, no, but his concubines are about to give birth. Everyone, inside and outside the court, is paying attention, and everyone is excitedly waiting for the arrival of the prince.

Even the ministers of the cabinet are now pinching their fingers and counting the days.

In the October month of pregnancy, the melons are ripe and the weather is getting colder, but it makes many people feel very warm.

Daming, there is a successor.

Prosperous heirs are a symbol of the prosperity of a dynasty.

The palace has already begun to get busy.

At first, the seven side concubines were pregnant, and then the main concubine was pregnant, but after that, there were no more beautiful women in the East Palace who were pregnant.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Queen Zhang's arrangement.

The prince is too tossed, how can his body bear it if this goes on.

Now that the task of inheriting the family has been partially successful, it is better to let the prince stop for a while now, so that there will be no firewood to keep the green hills. Therefore, the beautiful women in the East Palace have changed a batch, um... Empress Zhang’s aesthetics are still very normal , at least Zhu Houzhao's complexion has been very good recently.

Zhu Houzhao was determined to knit sweaters for his princes. He sat cross-legged on the couch in Xishan Township, knitting wool familiarly.

He has to knit nine sweaters, seven for the concubine's side, and one for the concubine's baby a month later. Of course...the other one is for his sister to give birth next summer. child.

Zhu Houzhao is like this. Once he does something, he is extremely serious and will not be infected by trivial matters from the outside world.

Fang Jifan didn't have his patience, and in a blink of an eye, he secretly went to the princess mansion again.

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Champa.

A month ago, Wang Shouren arrived here with his disciples.

Coming all the way at a gallop, they were full of energy, but they didn't show signs of fatigue.

Now, the flag of the Ming army has been hung on the top of the city.

This is a new city. Decades ago, Annan captured the city and burned the capital of Champa. Afterwards, the Annan people built this new city on the original site. Along this road, rice fragrance is everywhere. Wang Shouren and others were amazed I found that even if it is close to winter, the weather here is still pleasant. Not only that, the rice in the third season is heaving and swaying with the wind due to the heavy rice.

Where is the south of the Yangtze River in the West? The rice in the south of the Yangtze River has never had three seasons.

Not only that, the rice here is obviously lower than that in the south of the Yangtze River.

This is obviously the result of long-term breeding. The rumored Champa rice is not only early-maturing and drought-tolerant, but most importantly, it is low. For rice, it is not a good thing to grow tall, because once a large number of If the rice is too high, the stalks will be easily crushed. In the end, the rice will fall off and sink into the mud before anyone can harvest it. The lower the height, the later it can be harvested to make it fully mature. , When the grains are full, higher yields can be obtained.

Wang Shouren wore a Teng hat unique to the Cochin people on his head. The weather here is scorching hot, and it is really unbearable not to wear a Teng hat for shade.

When the guard of Zhancheng heard that the Deputy Envoy Tixue had arrived, he greeted him personally and held a banquet.

"I came here to educate the people of Jiaozhi. If they are in the city or in the Yamen, how can they be educated? More than 90% of the people in Jiaozhi are in the suburbs. It might as well, this Xingyuan is in the suburbs. I think it is seven miles west of the city. , there is a village house, it is located in an important place, it doesn’t matter, I will make friends there and teach knowledge.”

"..." The guard was a little confused.

There's something wrong with this deputy envoy's mind.

But for Wang Shouren, the guard did not dare to be sloppy at all. Because Marquis Pingxi wrote a letter a long time ago, saying that this is his disciple and grandson, he dared to neglect this Deputy Envoy of Tixue and beat you to death.

The guard laughed dryly: "It's just that if you're outside the city, it's difficult to guarantee safety. Of course, this city is full of waste, and there are not so many rules now. Everything can be done cheaply, but..."

"It's okay..." Wang Shouren smiled: "It's enough to send a thousand catties of grain every month."

The next day, Wang Shouren really appeared in the village community, just outside the Ancun community, and got busy with his apprentices. They bought a large piece of land and built some thatched huts for the time being. , they opened up a sandy field.

Soon, in the early morning, there was the sound of Lang Lang's reading. Wang Shouren led the scholars to practice swords, ride and shoot, read books, and occasionally appeared in the village community.

This village is not small, because it is close to Champa, it has a huge population, and there is a market nearby, where scholars, merchants, and monks often pass by.

The appearance of Wang Shouren is an extremely rare event for the villagers here.

They knew that Annan was dead, and they also knew that they had become the subjects of Daming Jiaozhi Dusi in a daze.

Compared with those unresponsive scholars and many old nobles, these ordinary people seem to be a little more peaceful, because the Ming army stationed here, in their hearts, they seem to be no different from the Annan people back then.

This is Champa. Many people consider themselves to be citizens of the Champa Kingdom. Champa has been dead for 30 years. Although two generations have passed, the original identity has not been eliminated.

At the beginning, people found that this strange person sat cross-legged in the unobstructed sand, and when teaching others to read, he didn't seem to be disgusted by everyone's close observation.

He still teaches his disciples how to read, and what the disciples learn is also very caring.

They are no different from many villagers. After finishing their studies, these disciples began to do their own farm work. They raised more than a dozen pigs and more than 200 chickens. They also liked to ride horses and gallop around.

But... most of the time, they are indifferent to the world.

Curious people began to squat around the sandy ground, watching Wang Shouren give a lecture.

When Wang Shouren saw a curious person, he walked over with a smile. He is a very smart person. These days, he appeared in the market to communicate with people, and he has already learned some Champa language simply.

"Do you want to study?" Wang Shouren looked at the young man in his twenties.

The young man's face was tanned, and he seemed to be working nearby. He looked at the smiling Wang Shouren, and ran away in fright.

But Wang Shouren didn't care.

He is still the same as before, like a hermit who has entered the peach blossom garden, peaceful and regular.

After the third day, the young man ran back: "I want to study."

For most people, reading is a luxury.

But everyone has the instinct to seek knowledge.

Since then, the young people have stayed.

His name is Wu Chang, a very strange name.

Wang Shouren patiently taught him Chinese and taught him Chinese characters.

Sometimes, disciples and grandchildren also help.

Although Wu Chang's university is a bit laborious, it is very fast.

All of a sudden, many people in the neighborhood know that it is possible to study here, and...it is free of charge.

Chinese and Chinese, when An Nanguo was still there, belonged to the language and writing of the aristocracy.

This is similar to North Korea.

The aristocrats have learned the official language of the Han people since childhood, learned Chinese characters, and read the classics of the Han people. As for the ordinary people, they are not qualified to touch these things at all.

But precisely, in this era, all the classics and historical records of An Nanguo, even the novels of the world, are written in Chinese characters.

Therefore, for a person like Wu Changda, learning the elegant language and elegant language of this nobleman is a matter of great honor in itself. It means that he can have a conversation with scholars thousands of miles away in elegant language. .

He was dark, and he often didn't like to wear clothes, but slowly, he began to pronounce, began to hold a wooden stick, and under the watchful eyes of Wang Shouren and his disciples, he wrote one word after another. I don't have much time to study here, because I have to go to work to make a living before I can come here to study.

It was already a month later when he slowly started to speak simple Chinese in the unproficient Chinese.

People like Wu Changda began to increase.

After all, it doesn't cost money.

And here, this gentleman is very easy-going. People who are free and have nowhere to go, come here one after another with curiosity.

In the sandy field, more than 70 people have gradually gathered, more than 40 people were brought by Wang Shouren from the west mountain, and the rest are old and young.

They began to have a simple conversation with each other in Chinese and sign language.

Of course, what people like most is to ask Wang Shouren questions.

When Wu grew up, he had many questions. Under everyone's attention, his face turned red and he seemed a little awkward, but he still mustered up the courage to ask a person who was hidden deep in the hearts of many people: "Mr. , I heard people everywhere saying that the Han Chinese are our enemies, sir, are they also our enemies?"

Wang Shouren didn't look like an enemy at all.

But although some people come here to study and study, and secretly, there are dark waves of hate speech against Han people.

This question has been lingering in Wu Dachang's mind, and he wants to get an answer.

Of course, he was also afraid of offending Wang Shouren. After all, Wang Shouren treated him well.

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