The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Shen Ao was scared to pee.

Seeing that the two young men ordered a wooden stake, and then hung up the man who was beaten to death like a scarecrow.

Then one of the teenagers held the whip and began to beat the people tied to the stakes.

The man was suddenly beaten up and wailed desperately.

After a while, Xiao Zhuxiu finally got tired, and the people on the other side sympathized with him and said, "His Royal Highness, you should rest when you are tired. Come and try."

After taking the whip, there was another rush.

Later, the man was dying, and the voices of crying for help and howling were gradually weakened.

Little Zhu Xiucai only helped his own scarf, and he clapped his hands gently, and he was still making a nagging voice: "If you say all the good things, you don't listen, you dare to run, it's really annoying!"

Fang Jifan was panting, his hands and neck hurt, and he twisted his hands and necks, breathing in his mouth, he was also very angry, the students ran away, this is an insult to the teacher, the soldiers can not be humiliated!

So he twisted his hand and said angrily: "The son of a clerk in the bureau really doesn't know how high and thick it is.

Xiao Zhu Xiucai again helped him to fall down, looking up at the sky: "Actually, it may not be honest, this show is also very experienced, but hitting the heart is happy, this is true, it is not a weapon. This sentence, Benxiu only understood, this academy is doing well, Benxiu likes it very much, teaching and educating people, it is really a happy thing. "

The two stood side by side, too lazy to care about the life and death of the member behind him, Xu Buyang went away.

It doesn't seem to care about the consequences at all.

This means a little bit, if you die, then you die, do you care about your life?

The two walked very simply, leaving behind countless cold pride.

Shen Ao's teeth tremble fiercely, and even his back is soaked with cold sweat.

When he was in his hometown, what kind of person was he? He just wants what he wants!

And now ...

He squeezed the Bingding number plate in his hand, and suddenly no longer said a word, obediently slipped into the shed.

Just entered the shed, but it has a strange smell.

Shen Ao crouched, fearing that there was a stain, there was a family in them, and they looked at him with some fear.

Shen Ao glared at them.

An elderly man from this family, a kid with a broken tiger's head hat, and an old woman, seeming to be a little sick, lie in the bed of rice straw.

"The villain ... to the son ..."

"Don't face me." Shen Ao watched them cautiously, his face alienated and cold.

Like such a pariah, he is usually difficult to touch, but he is the son of Qin Huai's brother, what kind of identity, and the family's servants, will not be such a ragged.

The most important thing is that Shen Ao dislikes the rancid smell in this family.

If it is not afraid of death, ghosts stay here.

The men in this family were honest, too afraid to go next to Shen Ao, let the children take care of the patients, and then they washed the potatoes and cooked in the stove outside.

Shen Ao is not standing here, sitting or not, but there is a chair, the child wiped it, put his finger in his mouth, drooling, and the drool dripping down the finger, he was curious He looked at Shen Ao and said, "Sit."

"Do not sit."

Shen Ao looked at the chair disgustingly, so dirty.

He stood like this, and he dared not touch everything in this shed.

When the potatoes were cooked, and then crushed into mashed potatoes again, the man took the food and served a new bowl, and served Shen Ao a bowl.

Looking at the pottery bowl, Shen Ao felt that his stomach was rolling, wanting to vomit, and said coldly: "Do not eat."

"Eat a little bit, son, you will be hungry if you don't eat."

"If you don't eat, you don't eat, less verbose, hate!"

This night was extremely long. Shen Ao had many thoughts of wanting to escape. He was hungry, cold, and sleepy. Although this family made him a bed with straw, he also carried a bed, but ... Seeing this bed, he couldn't help sweating up.

This night, almost hungry, barely took a nap while sitting on the fairly clean chair.

But the long night finally passed, and it was dawn.

The man in this family got up and continued to cook mashed potatoes. Shen Ao didn't eat as usual, but at this time, the clapper rang.

All the males of the refugees, as well as the readers, all assembled.

Five or six hundred people.

Shen Ao didn't dare to go, study ... and still with these **** refugees?

Shen Ao felt that his stomach was burning and he was almost hungry.

Then saw that Xiucai and Juvenile Lang, the two came with Dou Li, majestic!

Zhu Houzhao shouted: "Follow me and reclaim the piece of land in Beilu. Everyone sends out agricultural tools and listens. If anyone is lazy, don't blame this show talent for being ruthless. This show talent is itching. "

"Lao Fang ... what do you want to say."

Fang Jifan was a bit annoyed and tried his best to search the stomach, before he was annoyed and said: "It's all finished by His Highness."

Zhu Houzhao became angry!

Now everyone knows that Zhu Xiu is His Royal Highness Prince.

His Royal Highness was like this, completely without the feeling they had imagined.

On the side of Zhu Houzhao, it is Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan's face is more handsome, but with a fierce look, it's not easy to provoke at first glance.

Shen Ao felt that he was a good dragon for Ye Gong. There was no excitement in his heart to see His Royal Highness, but he just wanted to sleep and was hungry.

That Liu Jin almost stood behind Zhu Houzhao and became Zhu Houzhao's shadow.

He kept burping, and like His Royal Highness, he also lived in the farmer ’s house, the mashed potatoes steamed by the farmer, he could always eat half of it, and he could eat it desperately, and he could n’t support it anymore. .

So, since returning to the prince's side, he is always touching his bulging belly, with hiccups that can't be stopped.

This feeling is very comfortable!

It is Fang Jifan ’s idea that the readers are arranged at the farmer ’s home.

These farmers also need to be trained to teach them to grow sweet potatoes, grow potatoes, and teach people to fish rather than fish. Now there is an urgent need for a lot of manpower outside the customs, and some are land. Since resettlement is resettled, of course, they cannot be allowed to eat dry food, otherwise this The so-called relief is too meaningless.

Therefore, these more than 500 people were mixed together. Zhu Houzhao started. A group of readers were almost the same as Shen Ao. They were too dirty. They did n’t eat. They would rather be hungry. They distributed to the farming tools. .

At the north foot, it was very desolate.

In the past, the land here was not fertile, there were many gravel stones, and it was not suitable for wasteland development, so it has been abandoned. But now there are potatoes and sweet potatoes, but these potatoes and sweet potatoes are not as precious as wheat. These places can also be produced now. Grain.

Although Zhu Houzhao was arrogant, he really started to do farm work, but he was discreet. He was the first to carry a hoe, and he began to turn over the ground while he was familiar with the car. Liu Jin was responsible for studying.

That's right, I read the agricultural book.

This was compiled by Zhang Xin personally and promoted to thousands of households, which were then extended to farmers.

In order to ensure that everyone has a fresh memory and is able to make melons ripe, everyone starts to work and at the same time begins to force instillation.

How to turn the ground, how to breed, how to control insects, the irrigation needed for different lands, there are hundreds of thousands of words and thoughts.

Those refugees, who were all fed and able to settle down, were already grateful. In the past, they lived on selling energy, and reclamation was nothing to them.

The worst thing is that these scholars are all hungry, all of them stuck their backs to their backs, so sleepy, they want to be lazy, but Zhu Houzhao turns over the ground from time to time, and occasionally has to glance back.

Even the reader was deliberately allowed to follow Zhu Houzhao to facilitate supervision. So, Shen Ao was very close to Zhu Houzhao. Then Zhu Houzhao's fierce gaze swept over, and Shen Ao felt that he was peeing.

This is the prince. Even if he killed himself today, most of his father would have to be thankful.

Can't afford it!

What's more, His Royal Highness prince personally sold his strength, at this time, who dares to be lazy? Here is not even the prince, really do not want to live?

Shen Ao screamed, his tears came out, what is this doing, father ... you killed your son.

It's a pity now that it's called Tian Tian should not be called, the ground is not working, he wobbled, desperately holding a shovel, learning the way people around him, first shoveling the gravel to the side, a moment of effort, then he felt he was shaking .

My back hurts badly and my arms are sore. I do n’t want to take a nap at this time. I am very energetic. Perhaps I was stimulated by His Royal Highness, but my stomach became more and more uncomfortable.

All of a sudden, UU reads the book www. uukanshu. Com began to sweat, and the carefully applied makeup on Shen Ao's face, the rouge, had already been spent, like a cat, but now, he can't care about this.

Fang Jifan volunteered to say that as the dean, he shouldered the responsibility of supervision, so he took the whip and wandered among the crowd, looked at the unsightly, pulled it out, and pressed it on the ground.

So in this wasteland, there are wailings from time to time, and the voice of who my father is, but always come fast, go fast, beaten, and the limping people hummed again. Carried a shovel and went to work.

Fang Jifan is very satisfied with his work. As a great young man with three spectacles, he feels satisfied with what he is changing, especially when he is educating readers.

Finally, it was noon, and Shen Ao, who was trembling with fear and hungry, stuck his back to the back of the crown prince, almost fell directly into the cultivated mud.

At this time, he was not too dirty, and the whole person was lying on the ground on his back like a paralyzed man, looking up at the sky, breathing heavily, he ... wanted to die!

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