Chapter 673 Inspection, Fang Xing Who Looks Like a Country Old Man

Zhu Di came again, but he came quietly without notifying anyone, and only Zhu Zhanji was with him.

The morning classes of Zhixing Academy are relatively substantial, but the winter vacation is approaching, and the students are a little excited, so much so that they are laughing and joking during the exercises.

"Be honest!"

Today it was Tian Xiucai's turn to supervise the morning exercises. Seeing that the students were a little relaxed, he waved the branch he had just broken off and shouted.

After running and taking a short rest, today's instructor Xiaodao blew his whistle.

"Line up!"

Everyone didn't dare to laugh anymore, and everyone took their own 'guns' and started to line up.

"Beep!"

"kill!"

"Beep!"

"kill!"

Zhu Di and Zhu Zhanji were standing in the corner of the playground. Yuan Dazheng, who was detained by the guards and was not allowed to report the letter, begged in a low voice, but the guards were unmoved.

"kill!"

Those students were of different ages, but their movements were uniform, and their continuous assassinations naturally carried an evil spirit, an untested evil spirit.

Zhu Di frowned and asked, "Why are you teaching this?"

Although Confucianism has six arts and archery, it has long since been abandoned.

You don't even have enough time for memorization, and you still go to learn riding and archery, are you crazy?

Zhu Zhanji said: "Grandfather, this is advocated by Xing Hebo. He said that although all the people of Ming Dynasty cannot be soldiers, they must also make the people bloody, so as not to make a joke that a few thieves can sweep the whole place." .”

"Besides, Xing Hebo also said that if Confucianism continues to develop like this, most of what it teaches will be fake Taoism that is powerless, and the common people believe in them the most. carry on!

Common people look at officials and literati; local officials look at the top and look at the court.

The social atmosphere can never be destroyed overnight. Xing Hebo said that if the atmosphere cannot be revived before those sissies become the mainstream, then I will never find usable soldiers in Ming Dynasty.

Martial arts, the emperor's grandpa, grandson thinks that if Daming wants to revive the greatness of the Han and Tang Dynasties, the wind of the Han and Tang Dynasties cannot last long, and the martial spirit should be encouraged! "

Zhu Di snorted noncommittally, Daming's martial arts at this time, to be honest, was really not as good as the group of arrogant soldiers when the country was founded.

At that time, Ming's army went out of the fortress, and the remnants of Meng Yuan almost fled, so that they had to chase them all the way to the North Sea, that is, Lake Baikal.

After the assassination was over, everyone was rushed to wash up, with a knife holding a tin horn, spraying these students into suicide.

"Look, who is that? You are still dawdling, did you have a spring/dream last night? Hurry up for me, breakfast will be canceled if it is late!"

"Bastard! Don't you know that towels cost money? You actually use them to wipe your feet! Look!"

After a while of flying around, the students lined up into the cafeteria.

Yuan Da was also hungry. Seeing his son Yuan rushing into the cafeteria, he said, "My lord, Your Majesty and Your Highness probably haven't eaten breakfast yet. Why don't you take me in?"

In the first half of his life, Yuan Da felt that seeing the magistrate was an eye-opener, but he never thought that after coming to the academy, the grandson would often see him, and even His Majesty came today.

The guard thought about it, so he went over and asked.

Zhu Di nodded and said, "Okay, I'll also see how the school's food is today."

Yuan Da hurriedly led Zhu Di's grandfather and grandson all the way to the cafeteria.

Walking into the cafeteria, the seats are neatly arranged inside, and the students are queuing up to receive their breakfast, in order.

Xie Jin hurried in from the outside. When he saw the burly figure in front of Zhu Zhanji, he wanted to kneel down with mixed feelings.

A guard grabbed Xie Jin and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty doesn't want to reveal your identity today."

Zhu Di heard the movement behind him. When he turned around and saw that it was Xie Jin, he frowned slightly and said, "I'm here!"

Xie Jin nodded, cupped his hands, went over to explain to Ma Su, and then left.

Ma Su walked over with some restraint, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, do you want the students to go and fetch food?"

Zhu Zhanji smiled and said: "No need, Grandpa Huang and I just came to see today, you can just take care of yourself."

Ma Su nodded, but he didn't dare to neglect, so he went to find the chef Deng Nengliang.

"Is there anything wrong with today's breakfast?"

Ma Su wasn't worried about being poisoned, but he was just afraid that there would be an overnight meal, and it would not be a trivial matter to make Zhu Di have diarrhea.

Deng Nengliang patted his big belly and swore, "Ma Su, don't worry, the food I, Deng Nengliang, is the first to eat. If it is poisonous, then poison me to death first, so as not to prevent uncle from skinning me and cramping me, and hurting my family." .”

This guy was arranged after a period of training in No. 1 Fresh. His skills are good. Although he dare not say that he is comparable to Hua Niang, everyone in the academy is very satisfied with him.

Ma Su nodded, and then whispered to Mrs. Zhou who was cooking: "Aunt Zhou, there are two people outside the academy today. Be careful when you cook."

Since Mrs. Zhou came to the academy, her son Li Ermao was diligent and studious, and she was arranged to help cook in the cafeteria, and she lived a very good life.

"Is it a gentleman?"

Mrs. Zhou brought a boiled egg to a student, and said with a smile, "Ma Su, don't worry, I know it!"

After the students finished their meals, Zhu Di walked over with a stainless steel plate awkwardly.

Smiling, Mrs. Zhou served Zhu Di a bowl of porridge, dumplings, and finally an egg and a glass of fruit and vegetable juice.

"Old people have to drink porridge. It's good to drink porridge. It nourishes the stomach. That's what Xinghe Bo said."

It was rare for Zhu Di to hear such words. After a moment of surprise, Zhu Zhanji appeared and said with a smile, "Aunt Zhou, I want more meat."

Seeing that it was Zhu Zhanji, Mrs. Zhou smiled, and said repeatedly: "Well, well, your highness should eat meat at this age, and you should eat more."

So two big meat buns went into Zhu Zhanji's dinner plate, plus a piece of fried tenderloin.

The two sat down at a nearby table with their dinner plates. Zhu Di tasted the meat porridge, and then ate the dumplings. He said with satisfaction, "It's really good, and the taste is not worse than the one in the palace."

Fang Xing finally came, and after learning that Zhu Di was inside, he didn't go in, but asked someone to get him a bowl of noodles.

"Add more chili."

When the noodles came out, Fang Xing squatted by the side of the cafeteria and started eating with a few cloves of garlic.

After Zhu Di's grandson finished a satisfying breakfast, he beckoned Ma Su to come over.

"What's in that cup? Why does it taste weird?"

Ma Su glanced at Zhu Zhanji and said, "Your Majesty, this is the teacher's arrangement. It is said that people have to eat some fruits and vegetables every day, so that the body can be balanced and coordinated."

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Zhu Di has been in the north for a long time, and his diet is heavy, especially meat.

After leaving the cafeteria, Zhu Di saw that the students had already arrived in the classroom, so he said, "Let's go and have a look."

"Suck!"

Zhu Di faltered when he heard the sound, turned his head to look, and couldn't laugh or cry.

It is really enjoyable to eat a bowl of spicy hot noodle soup in the morning in winter!

Fang woke up a few times and finished eating, got up to return the bowl, and then saw Zhu Di who was looking at him curiously.

"Fang Xing is the first person among Ming's relatives who can squat down and eat noodles like a country old man."