West Mountain!

In the early morning, almost all the students arrived at the school.

After the slap, let them rest for a while. Chen Ao couldn't wait to return to the shed. As soon as the bag was opened, Xiaohuzi surrounded him!

Chen Ao took out the candied haws, took out the sweet and sour pork ribs filled with bamboo tubes, took out a rattle, and a sugar man.

Xiaohuzi was so excited that he danced with all his hands and feet, constantly shaking the rattle, making a pleasant sound. Then, he proudly pinned the rattle on his waist, but he couldn't bear to eat candied haws and cherished them as treasures to collect them.

Chen Ao began to instruct Zhang Sanba to decoct medicine again. Just in case, he brought more than a dozen medicines this time, some of which were used to treat Zhang's mother and some were reserved for reserve.

Zhang Sanba Chao Chen Ao smiled honestly and said gratefully: "Thank you, with these medicines, this disease will probably be cured."

Chen Ao looked at Zhang's mother who was covered with wheat straw, and a trace of sadness passed deep in his eyes. Zhang's mother was too old and was displaced again at this time. A serious illness almost exhausted all her energy. It can be said that she was about to run out of oil. Even if the disease was cured according to the prescription, it is unknown whether she could survive this winter.

The first time he had a close encounter with the separation of life and death in the book was so close. In the past, the understatement of "people eat each other" and "people are like grass". These few strokes of the experiences of famine and ordinary people were not very touched. He couldn't help but think that these troublemakers were really stupid. If there was no food in the field, why didn't they go down the river to catch fish or go up the mountain to catch birds?

But now, he has really come into close contact with Zhang Sanba, his mother, and this child from a poor family. He just realized how much blood and tears are behind the words without warmth.

He even knew that Zhang Sanba was lucky. After all, he was fortunate to come to Xishan and received the protection of His Highness the Crown Prince and Xin Jianbo.

Zhang's mother is also lucky, at least... she is not hungry and lacks medical treatment.

Their luck made Chen Ao understand the misfortune even more, and from this, it is also conceivable how desperate those unfortunate people should be.

Chen Ao silently. He gradually got used to silence. He sighed, as if he should say something, and said, "Yes, after taking the medicine, the pain will be relieved."

But I didn't dare to look at Zhang Sanba's eyes.

He felt indescribable sadness, ashamed, and even ashamed. He should be ashamed of more than just himself, but also his father and many of his uncles.

The clapper sounded.

Someone came to inform the households: "There is no need to cook the stove today, and go to the canteen to eat. Unfortunately, three cows died yesterday. Oh, it's really unfortunate. His Royal Highness and Xinjianbo had no choice but to slaughter the cows, boiled beef bone soup, and roasted beef and potatoes. This cow is really pitiful. Usually, we plow the land and eat wheat straw, and we are willing to sell our energy for us. When we die, we will nourish everyone. His Royal Highness was heartbroken and told us to pay close attention to the cows in the West Mountain in the future. Never let them fall and touch them. This cow... is not easy!"

In the canteen, it was very lively. Because there were too many people, the chairs were removed. Everyone had to stand, and pots of potato beef were brought in, and soup made from beef bones was fragrant. Everyone was waving their index fingers, staring at the meat in the basin one by one.

Zhu Houzhao shook his head and did not appear in front of Zhusheng and the farmers.

Three cows are actually enough to eat.

The miner had already asked Wang Jinyuan to send about a hundred kilograms to improve their food. The thousand households also sent several hundred kilograms, and the rest were all placed in the canteen.

Fang Jifan was in a good mood and whistled: "Your Highness, it's time to go and eat meat."

Zhu Houzhao glared at Fang Jifan with a guilty look on his face and said without hesitation: "Why do you stand and look at the wind every time I take action?"

Fang Jifan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Your Highness, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility."

"So it's all your fault." Zhu Houzhao grinned at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan was a little confused. Is this also blamed me? Did I ask you to kill me? I just said that the cow must be very tender and the meat must be very fresh and tender!

Fang Jifan said to Liu Jin angrily: "Liu Jin, come and judge, who can you blame me?"

Liu Jin had already smelled the aroma of meat, and his thoughts had already flown into the cafeteria. He was swallowing his saliva all the time. He... was hungry again.

If so, he could challenge whether he could stuff a cow into his stomach.

Xin Jianbo suddenly asked, and Liu Jin finally came back to his senses from the beef full of his mind!

But... Looking at Fang Jifan's murderous gaze, Liu Jin shivered and didn't care about eating.

"..." After a short silence, he realized the trap under this question, which... was a proposition.

"Blame me..." Liu Jin beat his little chest and squeezed out tears: "It's all bad for me. I'm greedy. Your Highness sneered at me and killed the cows. I deserve to die. I will be reincarnated as cows in my next life."

It sounds like this when I hear it.

Zhu Houzhao was so happy that she hugged Fang Jifan's shoulder and said, "Lao Fang, I feel much better. Let's go and eat meat."

Fang Jifan also said happily: "Let's go!"

Liu Jin cried halfway, sobbed, and then felt that his back was wet, which was so dangerous! But when he heard that he was about to eat meat, he immediately thought about it and quickly trotted and chased after him.

In fact, Zhu Houzhao is quite good at the position of dean.

Fang Jifan summarized the incident later and realized that the Emperor Wuzong of Ming in history was definitely not a false reputation.

When he was in Datong, he was able to defeat the little prince who rose to the Tatar tribe at that time, and it was not just as simple as luck.

This guy is very good at leading troops. He is willing to share the joys and sorrows with others. He is unwilling to eat alone and leads by example. These are all the basic qualities of a famous general.

When he came here to teach and educate people, he actually used this routine, using the strict system established by Fang Jifan to demand others. But at the same time, he used himself as a demonstration. Since he wanted others to cultivate, he would first cultivate them and let others live with farmers. He would also live with farmers. After working hard for a day, he would still take night classes seriously at night, and he would also take night classes very seriously.

He even learned to take notes, and Liu Jin didn't need to clean up his bed. He would roll up his own bed when he woke up early in the morning.

In his spare time at noon, like everyone else, he took Fang Jifan to the river to wash clothes with him. Fang Jifan was in poor health. Everyone knew that Lao Fang had a brain disease. Sometimes Fang Jifan felt dizzy when he was washing clothes, so he hid in a shed to take a break. Zhu Houzhao had to take the clothes from Fang Jifan's basket and take care of the patient obediently.

After washing for a while, Zhu Houzhao jogged from the river excitedly, as if she had discovered something new, holding a piece of clothing in her hand, and said happily: "Lao Fang, Lao Fang, what are you?"

Fang Jifan felt a little cold under the shed, and chewing the wheat pole in his mouth. When he saw Zhu Houzhao holding something excitedly, he took it under his nose and sniffed it: "The smell of salty fish... Why haven't you seen you pass through it?"

"..." Fang Jifan looked at Zhu Houzhao with sympathy. He really couldn't bear to tell Zhu Houzhao that the reason why the inner fish smelled like was probably because... I sweated a little more when I supervised everyone digging the ditches in the morning.

The ancients did not wear inner sages. Fang Jifan was different after all. He was a single inheritor of three generations. The future reproduction of the Fang family fell on him. Therefore, Fang Jifan was particularly protective of his descendants and asked Xiao Xiangxiang to sew a few pieces for him according to the style.

Now looking at Zhu Houzhao's curious appearance, she smelled and held up to observe left and right. Fang Jifan thought about it and said, "This... this is a face scarf."

"Ah?" Zhu Houzhao said in surprise: "Put it on your head and wash it?"

"It's probably right." Fang Jifan replied in an ambiguous way.

Zhu Houzhao said happily: "I will try one next time. Otherwise, I will use this face scarf for me to use first tomorrow? I'll make sure."

Before Fang Jifan could reply, Zhu Houzhao turned around and rushed to the river to wash clothes excitedly. He seemed to feel a little strange. He tried to pull his inner head and wipe his face. He always felt it was very inconvenient, but he soon stopped thinking about it. He integrated knowledge and action, and used it first before thinking about the truth.

Fang Jifan swore that he would never wear the inner squid again, otherwise one day, if Zhu Houzhao knew the function of the inner squid, he would definitely cut off his head.

In addition, you have to sew more than a dozen pieces specifically for washing your face so that you can leave no flaws at all.

Well... life is still important. As for descendants, having the truth is to keep the green mountains without worrying about burning fire!

Zhu Houzhao bent down to wash clothes, so he was very serious. The river water in winter was very cold. Zhu Houzhao took off her boots and stepped into the river beach. At first, when she got into the water, she grinned with cold teeth. Later, she gradually adapted to the temperature, soaped her clothes, imitated others to wash clothes, rubbed her clothes hard, but from time to time, she shouted at Fang Jifan on the shore: "Old Fang, is your head well?"

"That's fine, that's fine!"

Then I lowered my head and continued to scrub it, but I felt my whole body getting hot, and sweat fell into the river, rippling.

Fang Jifan looked at Xiao Zhu Xiucai happily, and couldn't help but sigh, God is giving food. If he doesn't have brain disease, he will never be able to live this life. People who do big things will not be lazy. Humph, if I had brain disease, I would have done everything myself.

In this closed environment, people like Shen Ao are gradually changing, and everyone is also affected by each other. Isn’t that the same with Zhu Houzhao?

Fang Jifan influenced Zhu Houzhao, and Zhu Houzhao influenced those scholars. Didn’t the scholars affect this crown prince?
Chapter completed!