When Emperor Hongzhi was about to stand up, he felt that his waist was about to break.

When I just collected the potatoes, I didn't feel it, but when I stood up, although the eunuch was supporting me, it was already a dizzy place. Xiao Jing was quick-eyed and hugged Emperor Hongzhi, and Emperor Hongzhi remained steady.

Emperor Hongzhi calmed down, looked around and said, "Thirty-three stones?"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, Thirty-Three Stones, this auspiciousness comes from heaven. The ancestors of the Ming Dynasty have virtue and the people are fortunate."

Xiao Jing knelt in the mud and tried hard to squeeze out tears.

Emperor Hongzhi was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he looked at Fang Jifan and showed a casual smile: "I am not young anymore. I feel that my waist is about to break, but I feel very relieved to dig out so much food from the ground. You... are really the pillars of my Ming Dynasty. How do you eat this thing?"

The captains all raised their chests, but they all looked at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan said: "Why... try it?"

"Of course I have to try it!" Emperor Hongzhi laughed.

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The group hurried back to Qianhu House. Emperor Hongzhi sat down and said to everyone: "Sit down, I am tired, I think you are tired."

The eunuchs hurriedly brought their chairs, and everyone sat down one after another. Emperor Hongzhi looked very interested, and someone had already sent the collected potatoes to the canteen to cook.

The method of cooking potatoes is very simple. Just stir it into a paste, add a little sesame oil, and add a little salt. Just stew it, and the mashed potatoes will be cooked in a pot.

Even if it was a staple food, it should be like a staple food. Zhu Houzhao seemed to have thought of something, and brought a eunuch and whispered a few words. The eunuch hurried away.

Emperor Hongzhi didn't care about Zhu Houzhao. In fact, he was still very ups and downs in his heart. Such high yields were even more favorable than sweet potatoes.

But can this thing be eaten?

tasty?

Can the people eat?

These many questions were all lingering in his heart.

For a moment, my mood was extremely complicated.

When everyone saw that Emperor Hongzhi was unintentional to speak, they naturally did not dare to be presumptuous, but everyone had their own thoughts and was silent.

After half an hour, plates of mashed potatoes were brought up, and everyone stared at the food on the plate... This thing looked like a slut...

Xiao Jing personally brought a plate of mashed potatoes. Emperor Hongzhi looked down and said, "This thing... can it be eaten?"

He was wandering, just about to raise his chopsticks.

At this moment, a voice heard: "Father..."

Emperor Hongzhi raised his eyes.

But when Zhu Houzhao smiled, she said, "Before eating this mashed potato, you have to have an appetizer."

Emperor Hongzhi laughed and said, "There is such a matter of attention?"

Zhu Houzhao said with a tense face: "My son and Fang Jifan are both very particular people."

Fang Jifan was a little speechless. He was suspicious that Zhu Houzhao was cheating on him.

Zhu Houzhao then left the lobby and went to pick up a bucket of porridge in person.

He just ordered the little eunuch to buy this porridge.

Then he ordered people to pick up the bowl, carry a wooden spoon, and scoop the porridge one by one, and then distribute it to the monarch and ministers present.

"What is this?"

Looking at the "yellow rice porridge" that was almost unbearable, Emperor Hongzhi was confused. Is this porridge? There was not much rice in this porridge, and most of them were yellowed broken rice, with no smell of rice. The porridge was not thick, and there were impurities floating on it that came from nowhere.

"Father, this is yellow rice porridge!" Zhu Houzhao answered honestly.

Emperor Hongzhi sneered: "Did you think I have never seen yellow rice porridge?"

Yes, Emperor Hongzhi had experienced the sufferings of the people and personally tried the yellow rice porridge. Although the taste was not very delicious, it was not too bad. However, no matter what, he could not associate the yellow rice porridge in front of him with the yellow rice porridge he ate in the palace.

Zhu Houzhao said seriously: "Of course, my father knows what yellow rice porridge looks like, but my son knows that my father must not know what the yellow rice porridge that ordinary people eat. In the palace, if you want to experience the sufferings of the people, you only need a verbal order. The imperial kitchen will do your best to prepare it, but how will they buy yellow rice? I think it is better to select the best yellow rice, full, and each piece is carefully selected. After that, I will clean the rice, wash away all impurities, boil it carefully for a few hours with firewood, and then add some honey or some sugar. I may not be sure, and I will also give my father a plate of side dishes and deliver it to my father."

Zhu Houzhao looked at Emperor Hongzhi with a smile and finally said, "Father, my son is right."

"..." Emperor Hongzhi had a feeling that his face was being slapped by someone, his face was hot and painful.

But... he glanced at Xiao Jing, who bowed his body and lowered his head.

Emperor Hongzhi already understood something, so he only stroled the case and started silently.

Zhu Houzhao said at this time: "Lao Fang...ah, no, the newly-buried Bo Fang Jifan once told a joke to his son minister, saying that it was an ignorant old farmer, thinking about the emperor in the Forbidden City..."

Fang Jifan's body was shocked and he immediately said, "Your Highness, don't talk nonsense. I have never said such words from the Emperor. What I said is that the old farmer imagined the Holy Emperor in the Forbidden City... It is the Holy Emperor, not the Emperor!"

Zhu Houzhao smiled dryly and said, "Okay, okay, even if I am the Holy Emperor, this old farmer is thinking, how will the Holy Emperor farm? When the Holy Emperor cultivates the land, he must use a golden shoulder pole or a golden hoe."

As soon as this statement came out, Emperor Hongzhi was stunned and smiled.

Liu Jian and others also laughed.

The old farmer is ignorant, and such jokes are not impossible.

Zhu Houzhao then said, "But... Father... I am a more honest person. Let's just say it straightforwardly. Isn't this old farmer very ignorant? The old farmers don't know that the father does not need to cultivate land in the palace, but the father is in the palace, and the sufferings of the people I think of? Just talk about this yellow rice porridge. I'm blunt to say that the yellow rice porridge my father drank and the yellow rice porridge I drank, although the names of the old farmers drank were the same, they were actually two completely different things. Just like the ginseng soup in Shangshenjian of the father, and the ginseng soup that ordinary people drank, are also completely different."

"Didn't my father always let my sons experience the sufferings of the people and understand the sufferings of the people?" Zhu Houzhao said this and proudly raised his chest: "I've experienced it and drank yellow rice porridge. This is the yellow rice porridge that ordinary people really serve as the staple food for. My father might as well try it."

“…”

Emperor Hongzhi didn't say anything. He leaned his face and looked down at the yellow rice porridge in front of him seriously.

Although Zhu Houzhao's words were sharp, this kid seemed to have always been like this.

But in front of so many ministers, it seems that he is saying too much.

However... Emperor Hongzhi did not blame him, after all, what this kid said was indeed reasonable.

It seems... this is my fault, and I have some mistakes.

He smiled slightly and said, "Okay, then I will try this real yellow rice porridge."

After saying that, he raised the porridge bowl, took a silver spoon, took a sip, and then frowned.

A sour smell hit the taste buds and quickly spread throughout the mouth. The taste, the clear soup is not only unpalatable, but it is really unbearable to eat.

He raised his eyes slightly, but saw Zhu Houzhao looking forward to it, as if he had long been looking forward to him to drink the yellow rice porridge.

this……

Emperor Hongzhi thought to himself that the truth makes sense, and the prince is indeed more stable than before, and can experience the sufferings of the people. This is indeed very gratifying. But is he so eager to read my joke? This... is not a matter of reason, but... an issue of attitude.

Are you still a son?

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Emperor Hongzhi still smiled! Be calm and don’t be angry with him. Today is a good day, and you should be happy.

A bowl of porridge is almost finished by pinching the nose, and it is difficult to eat and is even harder than medicine.

When Liu Jian and others saw His Majesty drink a bowl of yellow rice porridge in one breath, who dares not to drink it? They picked up the porridge one by one, but...

After taking the first sip, I wanted to die.

Among them, even those with the lowest background are medium-sized families, otherwise they would not be able to afford to study and give them a prize. Many ministers have reported to the emperor that their families are poor and their background is meager. But in fact, the so-called most bitter and cold days in their hearts are also three meals a day, white rice every meal, and you can always see meat every few days.

But this yellow rice porridge is simply pig's food compared to their lightest food.

Shen Wen had already woken up. He found that he was very sad and had to suffer a second time. He was suffering from the second time. He almost vomited after drinking half of the yellow rice porridge. But he didn't dare to lose his manners in front of him. He could only grit his teeth and use his unparalleled perseverance to hold on.

The smell of sour water echoed in his stomach and throat... His face was as blue as a monk who was studying iron cloth shirt in Shaolin Temple. He clenched his fists with both hands and tightly, his muscles were tight, just a sound, showing the power of China's martial arts!

The suffering of the people today... Emperor Hongzhi has truly seen it. In the past, when he saw Wang Er, he felt it was painful when he saw their family being barely barred. Later, he heard Ouyang Zhi say that the military and civilians in Liaodong were suffering, Emperor Hongzhi also felt it was painful, and seemed to feel that he had empathized with it.

But today's yellow rice porridge is the real bitterness.

"Please use potatoes."

Seeing that the monarch and ministers were feeling uncomfortable and his conscience was condemned, the crown prince was really thought-provoking. He used his own way of dealing with him to deal with his father. This guy... will sooner or later he will be willing to kill himself. Fang Jifan felt that it would be better to draw a clear line with this guy who likes to kill.

At this time, Emperor Hongzhi took a deep breath, picked up the silver spoon, and scooped a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

Emperor Hongzhi felt that the mashed potatoes had an indescribable taste.

Emperor Hongzhi chewed it slowly. What does it taste like?

How to describe it?
Chapter completed!