Great Husband of the Northern Song Dynasty

The future prince, also the future emperor dug silently for a long time.

He took the lead and never complained, even if his palms were full of blisters, he still didn't say anything.

Zhao Shu's eyes were wet, and he said angrily: "Why didn't Langzhong come yet?"

"I'm coming."

The efficiency of Shen An, the logistics chief, is still good, and Langzhong has arrived.

After seeing the blood bubbles in Zhao Xu's hand, Lang Zhong took a breath, "The king ... would be replaced by something, I am afraid I can't bear it."

Most people have experienced the pain of blood bubbles, and that is only one, but Zhao Xu has a lot in his palm.

Zhao Shu felt distressed, all those complaints disappeared, "Why not rest?"

Zhao Xu raised his head and smiled: "If the minister rests, the people want to rest. The Song Dynasty is a boat, and you are at the helm, then the minister is paddling. When the minister stops to rest, they will follow, and the boat will stop. . "

There are many truths in this remark, which revitalized Zhao Shu's spirit.

He is the helmsman, and all the people in the world are paddling. Once everyone stops lazily, the big ship Song will stand still.

Yes! This is really good.

"Go and rest, I will come."

He walked over with a hoe, struggling to proceed to the next hoe, but the result was too much force, and the **** slanted into the soil crookedly. He wanted to pry up the soil, but his strength was less, and his face was red.

"Who is this person? How stupid."

"Yeah, it looks like the first time I work."

"Official family ... This is the official family."

Some of them once saw Zhao Shu, and suddenly shouted: "This is the official's house."

Everyone's eyes turned, and they saw the brother Zhao Xu standing beside Zhao Shu, saw those Zaifu, and the guards outside ...

Lying!

The official family is here?

"Have seen the official house."

Zhao Shu nodded, smiled, and continued to work hard. After several times, the soil was finally pried up, and my arms were sore. He had wanted to rest, but thought that his son had dug silently for a long time, then he persevered and continued to dig the canal.

However, Han Qi and Zeng Gongliang and others were numb.

"The king said earlier that he wanted the army to help the people dig trenches and dig wells, but there were banned troops nearby!"

"The Xiangjun is not a problem, you can pull it out and work."

"The official said just now that they are willing to work ..."

The three looked at each other, and they all seemed to agree.

Zeng Gongliang said: "This matter is significant, ask."

So Han Qi walked over and asked, "Officials, but are you going to mobilize the army to dig channels and drill wells?"

Zhao Shu looked at Zhao Xu, "What do you think?"

The scene where I taught my son was very warm, and everyone felt that the official family was indeed a kind father.

But Zhao Shu was because some couldn't bear it anymore, he went down a few hoees, he didn't do heavy work, he wanted to take the opportunity to rest.

Zhao Xu reached out to treat Lang Zhong with his wounds and said, "The minister thought that the army's duty is to protect the family and protect the country, but what does this family contain? The minister thought that it included the people. The people suffered, and the army should come out and support them. A sky. "

"Protect the family and protect the country ..." Zhao Shu was satisfied, "well said, go to the Privy Council and tell Fu Bi that the Beijing-China Central Army will mobilize to the greatest extent and help the people dig the ditch and drill the well, so quickly."

"Official kindness."

The people were overjoyed, and Shane's voice was loud and sincere.

"Let's go back and start each one quickly." Zhao Shu nodded, and the people outside started to disperse.

As soon as Zhao Shu's heart moved, he asked: "But Han Qing is afraid of the risk of the army coming out?"

Han Qi nodded, "Yes, the army and the people are wrapped together. If someone makes a noise, the minister is worried that something will happen."

Zhao Shu nodded, "Yes. But what is the use of such an army?"

Han Qi was startled, and immediately felt right, "If the army is like this, it should break up and rebuild."

"Teach them." Zhao Xu said: "To teach them to be loyal and patriotic, one hundred times is not enough, one hundred times is not enough."

This is ideological education.

Zhao Shu nodded his approval, "You can't waste food because of choking, it's not the army, but the rebel reserve."

"Yes." Han Qi and Zeng Gongliang and others went to discuss, Zhao Shu continued to dig.

It didn't take long for him to feel that his palms were hot and almost hot.

He opened his hands and watched a blister forming, a little dumbfounded.

So soon?

When Zhao Hao saw it, he said, "Does it hurt, Guanjia?"

His own blisters are very painful, but I feel that the adults should be different.

Zhao Shu shook his head: "No pain, no pain at all."

Looking back, his eyelids jumped a few times.

It really hurts!

"Officials, come here."

Zhao Xu's hands have been applied with medicine, and I feel pretty good.

"You're resting." Zhao Shu felt a little embarrassed, so he worked hard, but in a few minutes, the blisters were so painful.

"Hey! Old."

He had to drop his **** and watch the two sons work together to carry the burden.

"Officials!"

Chen Zhongheng came here and said with a happy face: "Officials, those people know that you and the prince are helping the people dig the ditch.

"Oh! Good!" Zhao Shu said with emotion: "This is the example to teach by example, take the lead ... I was wrong."

He used to think that the emperor should take the overall picture, such things as show are not necessary, not even the prince.

But reality has drawn him, but he is very happy.

"This is Da Song!"

Hot Song!

He was really happy.

"The food is here."

The meals prepared by Shen An arrived, and he personally escorted them.

"Officials ..."

Shen An didn't expect that Zhao Shu would come in person, and Zai Fu.

Zhao Shu was good, but Zaifu had a headache.

Han Qi was fat, and Ouyang Xiu was dizzy. Shen An felt that he was tarnishing the image of the great minister of the country.

"Let's eat." Zhao Shu put down the **** and said to the people, "Come and eat."

Wang Dongdui smiled and said: "Officials, what the villain has prepared."

"Where?" Zhao Shu wanted to see the people's food.

Wang Dong ’s old wife stood on the side carrying a clay pot, and Zhao Shu reached out, "Show me."

His old wife put the clay pot timidly on the ground, Zhao Shu leaned over and glanced at ...

"what is this?"

He saw a bunch of green squishes, taste ... It was hard to say.

"What is this?" Zhao Shu asked, looking up.

Wang Dong's old wife, Mu Ne, said: "It's wild vegetables ... and some of the things I planted are confusing."

"How about food?" Zhao Shu scooped out a spoonful, then took a bite.

Taste ... There was no way to tell the taste, Zhao Shu swallowed hard, only to feel that the taste was all in her mouth, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Shen An is familiar with this taste, the taste of later generations Zhu Zhu.

Wang Dong ’s old wife smiled and said, “Officials, old cooks and children like it. As for food ... Now that it is suffering from drought, the old man is afraid that he will not survive this year, so he will keep it.”

Zhao Shu closed his eyes and nodded, "It tastes good, Zhu Qing comes to taste it, and Erlang also comes."

Han Qi tasted it for the first time and said, "It tastes good."

Zeng Gongliang second, he believes that Han Qi will not lie in this regard, so he eats very freely, and then ...

"vomit!"

He vomited and held back, then swallowed quickly.

It is difficult for people who are accustomed to Jinyiyu food to understand that kind of bottom food. Shen An had eaten it in the country in his past life. He could not be regarded as Jinyiyu food, just ordinary people, but the taste of it still made him unbearable.

Zeng Gongliang was ugly, and Zhao Shu glanced at him, apparently dissatisfied with his vomiting.

"You pit people."

Zeng Gongliang came behind with a little gasping voice, Han Qi said lightly: "The old man doesn't bother to deceive you."

This old man is proud, and there is still some credibility.

Zeng Gongliang stepped forward to shoulder him, frowning: "So what else do you say tastes good?"

He felt that Han Qi was afraid of being crazy.

Shen An thought so too. Han Qi looked at him and smiled: "The old man has been eating a wild boar for a few years. The taste is difficult to swallow at first, and then he gradually got used to it, and even fell in love ... like it. That taste, there is nothing to eat in this world. "

The old man is so good now!

Shen An was dizzy, and the co-author was actually because of this!

He tried the taste, the smell was very heavy, and he couldn't catch his mouth. But Han Qi has been eating for several years, and even has feelings.

Sin!

Ouyang Xiu took it in one bite, covered his mouth directly, and swallowed forcibly.

Han Qi suddenly had a new idea, "The old lady said that the food she cooks is loved by her family, and the old man is thinking! Will the people in her family be like the old man, and they are used to such tastes and feel delicious ... … "

"It makes sense."

For the first time, everyone agreed with Han Qi's opinion, which made him proud.

"My mother's cooking is so bad ..."

"Don't taste bad, it's going to be sad when you look back. Let her rest, she's sad, hey!"

"Well, wait another year. Next year, find a reason to let the mother rest. Let's take turns cooking on both sides."

"it is good."

Two villagers in their forties walked from the side, and their voices floated.

Han Qi's eyes were dumbfounded.

Co-author is not the old man used to this taste?

Ouyang Xiu praised: "In order to make my mother happy, she said disgustingly that the food she made was delicious. This is filial piety!"

"..."

Zeng Gongliang glanced at him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I thought Han Qi was sad, you still mentioned this.

Zhao Hao over there took a bite and spit out directly.

"Eat." Zhao Shu pointed at the clay pot and frowned: "No vomiting."

He is not an emperor out of a sweet jar. He hasn't had a few days of birthday since he was very young, so he values ​​the teaching of children.

Zhao Hao took another bite in his face, then swallowed it, and the whole person looked bad.

"This is the day of the people."

Zhao Shu took another bite and got up and said: "Everyone is working, and today is a good experience to experience the days of the people, so when I look back, I don't want to say why I don't eat meat emulsion.

So everyone went from Jason to the guard.

"Segmentation!"

Wang Xu looked at the edge for a long time, feeling disorganized and unorganized, and then angrily said: "How do a swarm of bees work? Come up, reallocate manpower, and dig in sections."

Zhao Shu raised his head in the ditch and asked, "Is Wang Anshi's son Wang Xu?"

"Yes." Chen Zhongheng was also in the ditch. Where did he do such drudgery, he was already sweating.

Zhao Shu praised: "It's a promising person, well, he listens to him."

So Wang Jiao began to direct this group of laborers with complicated composition to work.

"The respective sections are optimistic. When digging, you have to listen to the instructions of the old peasant. Don't think who you are, you can't beat you for another ten years."

Wang Xu saw an official scolding the old peasant and took the opportunity to attack.

In his view, this group of guys should be thrown here for half a year of farm work and then go back, to ensure that nothing is wrong.

"The army is here."

In the distance, the army appeared densely, and Wang Dong stood staring at the ditch. "This ... how many canals can be digged? I'm afraid I can dig into the palace."