Chapter 39: The Eagerly Awaited Officials From the Six Ministries

fields.

Zhu Di was holding the handle of the plow behind him, while Uncle Yang was walking in front with his hands behind his back, level with Dahuang's head.

When Dahuang loses his temper, Uncle Yang can grab the reins immediately.

Pulled by Rhubarb, the plow plunged deeply into the soil and moved forward...

Snapped!

At a certain moment, Zhu Di suddenly whipped his whip. Hearing the sound, Uncle Yang turned around nervously: "Silang, you don't dare!"

Saying that, he grabbed the reins and controlled Dahuang to stop.

Nervous ran to the back.

While carefully inspecting Dahuang's buttocks, he said earnestly: "Silang, Dahuang is also plowing the ground for the first time, and he needs to practice slowly."

"Even old cattle cannot be beaten."

"We, a farmer family, have a farm cow, so we have to show love and care for our mother-in-law."

"When doing farm work, don't be impatient. We can't just follow our mood. We must know how to cooperate. The cattle cooperate with us, and we must also cooperate with the cattle."

…

After listening patiently and carefully to Uncle Yang's nagging, Zhu Di smiled and said: "Uncle Eighth, I didn't hit it. I noticed that the rhubarb kept moving to the left, so I hit an empty whip on its left side to remind it."

"After training like this, if I hit the empty whip to remind it, it will know how to go."

Although Rhubarb can eat and drink, he is still a bit stupid.

But after all, he was the first member after he moved to his small home in Tuqiao Village.

How could it be possible to hit it.

After hearing this, Uncle Yang couldn't help but give a thumbs up, "After all, you have studied, you learn quickly, and you think quickly. Uncle Eight hasn't taught you this method yet!"

With that said, Uncle Yang patted Dahuang's butt gently.

The rhubarb took its time again, pulling the plow forward.

Uncle Yang did not go to the front, but walked side by side with Zhu Di, observing the movements of Zhu Di's plow.

He kept nodding his head and muttered with emotion: "I studied farming with my father back then. It took me two years of study before my father was satisfied."

"I didn't even understand left and right at that time. My father asked me to press the handle of the plow and turn it to the left. I turned to the right in confusion, which made my father angry! With a black face, he kept beating me with a stick. The more he hit me, the more he hit me. , the more nervous I am, the more nervous I am, the less clear I am.”

"You who have studied are still smart and learn things well and quickly."

…

Zhu Di silently listened to Uncle Yang's emotion and said with a smile: "Uncle Eighth, we have set up a school. After Liu baby learns knowledge, he can learn fast and well like me."

Yang Liuwa, the eldest son of Uncle Yang Ba.

He's not too old either, only ten years old.

Uncle Yang's embarrassed face suddenly smiled brightly, "No! Your aunt and I didn't sleep all night last night..."

"What are you thinking about?" Uncle Yang noticed that Zhu Di was holding back a smile and stared at him, and immediately knew that Zhu Di was thinking wrongly. "We are happy because Liu and the others have the opportunity to study!"

"I didn't do anything, I was just too happy to sleep!"

"Uncle Eighth, I didn't say anything. It was you who thought wrongly."

Uncle Yang smiled and glared, and asked: "Silang, can a child born with muddy legs like Uncle Eight be able to obtain a meritorious title?"

"I'm not doubting Da Ya's ability, I'm just afraid that they are not good at studying. There has been no scholar in the eighth uncle's family for eighteen generations!"

"As long as you work hard, you will have a chance." Zhu Di replied with a smile: "Even if you don't get the honors, you can still do a lot of things after you study and become literate." "

"No!" Uncle Yang grinned happily and said, "But I still hope that our sixth and ninth children can pass the exam."

"Don't be like me. I couldn't survive before and rebelled. Now that I can survive, I can only dig the soil and cultivate the land. I can't do anything else."

Zhu Di smiled.

After ten years of poverty, becoming a master once you reach high school is what most people in every era dream of.

Similar to Qian, studying and becoming an official is not for becoming a superior person.

But I hope that there will be no scholars in the world who are "superiors". They are rare.

"Silang, there is ink in your belly. Please give the sixth and ninth babies a name. When they go to school, they must have formal names." Uncle Yang interrupted Zhu Di's thoughts.

After pondering for a while, Zhu Di said with a smile: "How about calling the sixth baby Yang Dongxu, and the ninth baby Yang Dongsheng? Xu means the sun. The names of the two children mean that their lives and the future of your family will be as prosperous as the sun." "

"I also hope that after Dongxu and Dongsheng obtain their honors in the future, they will be like the sun and think more about us farmers."

"how?"

"Okay!" Uncle Eight danced happily, "Silang, can you do it alone?"

"able."

"Then I'll go home first, get you a new name, and tell your aunt!"

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Yang could not wait to turn around and run home.

Walking far away, you can vaguely hear Uncle Yang talking about Yang Dongxu, Yang Dongsheng.

Zhu Di smiled.

He raised his head and looked at the three carriages parked on the roadside in the distance.

Smiling at the carriage.

Snapped!

She danced a whip in the air and laughed and cursed in a low voice: "Dahuang, my mother is watching! Don't let me lose your temper and let her worry about me when she gets home!"

Moo!

Dahuang seemed to understand, and he mooed, speeding up, walking straight and fast along the furrow.

…

"Wow! Fourth brother is so awesome. When his neighbor is gone, he can plow the land by himself!"

"Didn't my father say that farming is difficult?"

"My fourth brother must be better than my father. Things that my father finds difficult are easy for my fourth brother!"

…

In the two carriages at the back, Zhu Su, Zhu Bai and others watched Zhu Di drive the plough with ease, waving whips and plowing the land, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Puff!

In the front carriage, Ma Xiuying couldn't help but laugh at the children's exclamations of admiration.

Laughing, tears rolled down her red eyes uncontrollably.

She felt distressed!

"My queen, do you want to say a few words to His Highness?" Mao Xiang sat on the shaft of the carriage, listening to the suppressed crying in the carriage, and couldn't bear it, so he asked in a low voice.

At the same time, he made up his mind not to report and help keep it secret!

Hearing this, Ma Xiuying was slightly stunned, and then shook her head, "It's gone, it makes me feel bad to see it, and Silang has to comfort me when he sees me feeling bad."

"I feel relieved if the young couple is happy and can adapt to rural life."

"Go back."

Mao Xiang responded, looked at Zhu Di with admiration, and waved his whip...

The three carriages started and gradually went away.

Ah!

Zhu Di stopped Da Huang, straightened his clothes, and bowed solemnly in the direction the carriage left.

"Mother!"

"Mother, look!"

"Look at my fourth brother!"

...

After the carriage started, Ma Xiuying didn't dare to look back. Suddenly, she heard the children shouting behind her, and hurriedly lifted the curtain and looked back.

Her eyes and nose were sore, and tears kept rolling down. She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and waved to Zhu Di.

Later, Zhu Di stood up and waved with a smile.

...

Afternoon.

Although Ma Xiuying returned to the palace in a low-key manner, the news of her return to the palace was still known to the court officials who were eagerly waiting for it.

"The Empress is back!"

"I wonder if the princes were frightened by Zhu Silang's suffering and embarrassment?"

"Mao Xiang has gone to the Imperial Study, and there should be good news soon!"

"The latest news is that the mother of the princes and princesses has also rushed to the Empress's palace."

...

Officials from the six ministries gathered together and whispered, staring at the Imperial Study and Ma Xiuying's bedroom...