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After Fu Zhi passed away, Zhao Hanzhang only gave Fu Tinghan three months of rest, and then forced him to continue working.

Fu Tinghan observes filial piety for Fu Zhi at home, but in fact, apart from not going to work in the Yamen, traveling on business, and being vegetarian, his life is not much different from his ordinary life. When he wakes up every day, except for three sticks of incense in the morning and evening, he locks himself in the study.

The desk was covered with manuscript papers, writing things that even Fu Xuan couldn't understand.

Princess Hongnong felt that this was not acceptable and was too unfilial, so she built a thatched cottage next to Fu Zhi's tomb, and then drove both father and son into the thatched cottage to observe filial piety.

She delivers meals to them every day.

Fu Tinghan went obediently, but felt that it was too troublesome for her to run back and forth like this. A day would pass just by delivering food to them every day.

Fu Tinghan, who thinks in modern times, thinks what can't he do if he has this time?

So he picked up a bag of rice and millet and decided to make something to eat.

Zhao Hanzhang prepared pots and pans and a jar of pickles for him. He also packed several bags of vegetable seeds and brought him all the big and small hoes.

Princess Hongnong looked on dumbfounded, and Zhao Hanzhang explained to her: "Since we must observe filial piety, we should be more thorough. Let them do what they can by themselves."

So from now on, they don't need to bring them food. They only need to go up the mountain to worship Fu Zhi occasionally and take a look at the father and son.

Zhao Hanzhang sent them to the thatched cottage and saw that there were only two wooden boards facing each other inside, but the thatch was piled quite thickly. It should not leak when it rained, so he felt relieved.

She walked around, then hoeed a piece of land and said, "This land is suitable for growing vegetables. Let's hoe this area."

Fu Tinghan stepped forward and opened the ground with her. Seeing Fu Xuan standing aside blankly, he thoughtfully handed him a sickle, "Father, please cut the weeds."

Fu Xuan took it blankly.

At this point, he is not even as good as his father. Fu Zhi farms with the people and soldiers every year and is very familiar with farming and mulberry trees, but Fu Xuan...

What he is best at is reading.

Princess Hongnong wanted them to express her condolences and come here to observe filial piety, but she didn't expect that Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan would do so thoroughly, even growing their own vegetables.

After a day of hard work, a small piece of land was cleared. Princess Hongnong and Zhao Hanzhang stayed here tonight, sitting by the fire. She and Zhao Hanzhang explained: "I asked them to build a thatched cottage to observe filial piety. I didn't mean to embarrass them. Rather, they think that their father deserves their condolences. They live at home, indeed wear sackcloth, eat vegetarian food and do not eat banquets, but they are immersed in books, looking happy and not feeling sad. If they do not miss the deceased, how can they inherit the legacy of the deceased?"

Before Zhao Hanzhang could speak, Fu Xuan first expressed his objection, "You are not me, how do you know I don't miss my father?"

He said: "It's not that crying and crying is missing you."

"You only see me reading, but you don't know what book I am reading. I am obviously sorting out my father's old manuscripts. Now that bookstores are prosperous, I want to sort out my father's manuscripts into categories, print them into books, and pass them on." Fu Xuandao: "Isn't this grief?"

Princess Hongnong turned to look at Fu Tinghan, "What about you? Are the things you write and draw on also your grandfather's manuscripts?"

Really not, those are all Fu Tinghan's things to do. Recently, he just kept his filial piety step by step, and really didn't think much about Fu Zhi. He blushed and lowered his head.

Zhao Hanzhang stirred the porridge in the pot and said to Princess Hongnong: "Mother, isn't my grandfather's greatest wish in this life is to ensure the peace of the country? What Tinghan is doing now is to stabilize the country. Isn't this fulfilling his grandfather's last wish? ?"

"Keeping filial piety should be a sign of mourning. People are in pain so they can't do things. That's why Ding You has the custom of keeping filial piety." Princess Hongnong said: "You stole love in March and Ting Han was criticized, but he didn't bother to keep filial piety. It is said that If he gets out, what reputation will he have in the future?"

Zhao Hanzhang said sternly: "Mother, please be careful. Tinghan pays great attention to observing filial piety and does not change the ways of his ancestors. This is Tinghan's greatest filial piety."

Duke Hongnong opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything to refute.

Zhao Hanzhang said: "Zaiyu thought that the etiquette of observing filial piety for three years should be changed, but Confucius thought it was inappropriate, because eating rice and wearing fine clothes during the filial piety period were pleasures, so he felt uneasy and did not do it because of uneasiness."

"But Jaeyu can settle down on his own, and he is also filial."

Princess Hongnong said calmly: "Confucius said that Zaiyu was unkind."

Zhao Hanzhang asked in reply: "Confucius said that Zaiyu is unbenevolent and righteous. Doesn't it mean that Zaiyu is unbenevolent and righteous? Zaiyu is one of the ten philosophers of Confucius and one of the thirteen sages."

"Mother, if Zaiyu is unkind, doesn't it mean that there are also unkind and unjust people among the sages in ancient times? Can we still listen to the words of the sages? But if Zaiyu is not that kind of person, doesn't it mean that Confucius was wrong?" Zhao Hanzhang said: "It can be seen that the sages have said it wrong. There are times when words are wrong. As students and latecomers, what we have to learn is to think."

"The situation changes at any time. What Tinghan did in the court was to help the people. With the kind of person his grandfather was, you think he would want Tinghan to do nothing at home and just think about him. After twenty-seven months, should we go out to save more people and serve the country?"

Princess Hongnong: "I..."

Zhao Hanzhang saw the corners of her mouth tightening, and then he softened his tone and said: "I know my mother is sad, and we are also sad. It is precisely because of my sadness that I want the world to be settled as soon as possible, and the people to live a prosperous life. When the country is peaceful and the people are safe, I come to pay homage to my grandfather. I thought This is the greatest filial piety.”

Fu Xuan nodded in agreement, and said to Princess Hongnong: "Please ask someone to bring me all the books and manuscripts in the study. I will sort out the manuscripts for my father after growing vegetables."

Fu Tinghan opened his mouth and couldn't help but look at Zhao Hanzhang.

Zhao Hanzhang didn't even need to speak, he just nodded and said: "I will send you your books and manuscripts tomorrow."

Fu Tinghan exhaled. It didn't take much time to grow vegetables. He couldn't be in a daze while growing vegetables, right?

But when the books and manuscripts were delivered to the mountain, Fu Tinghan found that he did not have much time to devote to work.

Growing vegetables is still very time-consuming. Every day you have to open a small piece of land and sow new vegetable seeds. The seeds need to be watered. It takes a while to walk from the water source. It takes about a quarter of an hour to go there and about two-quarters of an hour to carry water back. .

Fu Tinghan once wanted to hand over this matter to his guards.

Yes, although he came to observe mourning, there were many personal guards stationed around him, so they silently guarded him.

But after taking a look at the thatched cottage and the cemetery not far away, Fu Tinghan silently went to pick it out by himself.

The mountain road was not easy to walk, especially when carrying water. He was a little irritable in the first two days, but by the third day, he was used to carrying buckets of water.

Walking on this familiar mountain road, he felt extraordinarily peaceful. He actually had a lot of time to think.

Even when he was panting while carrying water back, he could still make a formula in his mind.