It is already May, and the weather in Beijing has not yet become completely hot. This is a rare and good weather. The flowers in Xiyuan are now blooming like brocade, and the scenery is beautiful.

After lunch, Xu Wei walked slowly along the corridor by the lake. It seemed to be digesting food, but in fact it was eating snacks... There was no way, although they were all in Xiyuan, he and Emperor Jiajing had ate in the cabinet.

This is the most uncomfortable thing for Xu Wei. Over the years, his mouth has been tricked by the chef in Suiyuan's kitchen. In the past month, Qian Yuan has made a lot of new dishes. Xu Wei has had a lot of food... His stomach has grown bigger.

Not to mention Lu Yipeng, Qian Yuan, Sun Piyang, and the other scholars in the Six Ministry and Hanlin Academy can eat them at noon, but Xiyuan... they really can't send them in.

After walking half a circle along the lakeside, eating a whole bag of dried sweet potatoes, Xu Wei wiped his mouth, and thought about it in his mind and went to Wanshou Hall.

While waiting for the report at the door, Xu Wei looked around boredly, suddenly heard a meow. A little black cat swayed and walked around Xu Wei for a while, then jumped to the hall door and crawled into the window next to him... and then got stuck.

Xu Wei was speechless. In Zhan Cai's words, he sent Xiao Hei in to show his presence... But it was only half a month ago, why did he become so fat!

In the end, Xu Wei could only pick Xiao Hei up and entered the hall. Before he could salute him, Xiao Hei jumped down and staggered to the ground. Huang Jin quickly stepped forward and picked him up to the couch. Emperor Jiajing took a few strokes and carefully checked whether he was injured... Tsk tsk, this treatment was simply.

After stroking for a while, Emperor Jiajing said in surprise: "The literary selves are here."

Xu Wei was unable to complain, "Your Majesty just called me to see you."

"By the way, what about Suiyuan today?" Emperor Jiajing asked casually: "Where is Zhancai?"

Sure enough, when asked about this, Xu Wei secretly thanked that Qian Zheng encouraged his nephew to bring a few scholars in the garden to greet him last night, but Qian Yuan would rather die than surrender... Just kidding, Li Mo's entry into Beijing has too many aspects, so how could Qian Yuan get involved?

"I got up early and took turns to Xiyuan. Zhancai... probably hasn't gotten up yet." Xu Wei coughed twice.

"Don't go out of the city to greet me?"

"In Zhancai's words... I won't be offensive." Xu Wei smiled bitterly and said, "Mr. Shi Zhai doesn't like him, but he doesn't like him... he's also uncomfortable with Mr. Shi Zhai."

"Nonsense." Emperor Jiajing laughed and scolded: "Li Shiyan has regained his reputation, and Zhan Cai has made great contributions, so he will not confirm his favor."

Xu Wei was about to continue saying something, but Lu Bing came in.

This is reasonable. The commander of the Jinyiwei is only loyal to the emperor. Today, Lu Bing dares to go out of the city to greet Li Shiyan, and tomorrow, Emperor Jiajing will be able to kick him away regardless of his old love.

"Twenty-six people went out of the city to greet each other, led by Lin Tingji, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, his son, Yelin Feng, the Imperial College, and twelve people from six ministries, five from Hanlin and Fujian, and seven old friends from relatives."

Emperor Jiajing nodded. From any angle, Lin Tingji must come out to welcome him, and Lin Xuan's appearance had some other flavor. After all, Lin Xuan is now a lecturer at Prince Yu's Mansion.

"More than a month ago, how many people went out of the city to welcome Qian Yuan?"

Lu Bing hesitated for a while and said, "Fifty-four people."

"Who is the leader?"

"Zhang Juzheng, the Imperial College Supervisor, and Yan Maoqing, the Dali Temple Minister."

Emperor Jiajing was satisfied with Lu Bing's unthinking answer, and turned his head and smiled: "It seems that Zhan Cai has a good popularity."

Qian Yuan is well-known for his popularity... After hearing this comment, Xu Wei could only squeeze out an embarrassing but polite smile.

Unlike Qian Yuan, Li Mo's style of acting is straightforward, or it can also be explained as simple and crude.

There were five or six old people who went out of the city to greet each other. Li Mo briefly explained a few words, then drove all seven in-laws, five fellow townsmen, and the remaining officials back and came straight to the West Garden.

"My minister Li Mo greets His Majesty."

Xu Wei smacked his lips in his heart, listen, he was full of energy, and Xu Jie had a headache... Well, Qian Yuan might also have a headache.

"Liang Po is old, can you still eat?" Emperor Jiajing raised his hand lightly and asked this meaningful sentence.

Li Mo stood up, but then bowed and said, "The old minister galloped at night, is diligent in the king's affairs, and is willing to share the worries of Your Majesty."

The so-called drum does not require heavy hammers. After asking questions and answers, Emperor Jiajing expressed his satisfaction.

The idea of ​​resuming Li Mo was long ago, but it was not until Yan Shifan's death that Emperor Jiajing decided to pay attention. Li Mo was proud of his spirit and dared to take responsibility. Although he was scheming but arrogant, he was the best choice to check and balance Xu Jie.

Li Mo was chosen for Xu Jie.

If Li Mo was depressed, then Emperor Jiajing would be very, very disappointed.

Li Mo himself also knew that he would be reinstated as Minister of Rites, be appointed as the Hanlin Bachelor, and be in charge of the Hanlin Academy. If he did not commit suicide, he would be able to enter the cabinet soon.

Although he wanted to sweep Yan Fenyi like he did back then and Xu Huating was wiped out, Li Mo could also see the situation clearly. Yan Shifan was dead and the Yan party was about to collapse, and his opponent could only be Xu Huating.

Emperor Jiajing seemed to have forgotten that he was furious to imprison Li Mo three years ago. He smiled and asked about everything in Fujian, and then what Li Mo saw and heard when he went north.

Li Mo answered one by one in a row, as if he had forgotten all the things he had in Zhao Prison three years ago.

From this perspective, time travelers can never completely integrate into this era.

The king, the king, the minister, the father, the son, the son, and the scholars are deeply engraved in the deepest part of the hearts of scholars. They regard the emperor as the king and the father.

This is something Qian Yuan never accepts. I want to be me, do you have the qualifications?

Qian Yuan, a time traveler, believed in the style of Mencius, "If a king treats his ministers as his brothers and feet, then his ministers will regard him as his heart; if a king treats his ministers as earth, then his ministers will regard him as enemies."

You respect me one foot, I will give you one foot, you will offend me one foot, I will leave you with no place to stand.

Xu Wei was waiting silently to appear on the side. He believed that he would have the opportunity to perform today and would have room to show his performance skills.

But next, Xu Wei heard Emperor Jiajing ask about the trial planting of sweet potatoes and potatoes.

"It's only May now, and it's time to wait for August to dig and weigh the sweet potatoes." Li Mo's voice was loud, "Before leaving, the old minister dug the soil in his own fields, and the edible rhizomes were quite light and small."

Emperor Jiajing turned his head and glanced, Xu Wei went out and said softly: "Huang Junbian, the left minister of the Ministry of Revenue, went south to inspect sweet potatoes last year, and his footprints were spread all over the three prefectures of Ningshaotai. He chose the land to be heavy and he personally consulted the old farmers. This year, he selected the official fields of four provinces to try planting, and wrote the article "Theory of Sweet Potatoes".

"The "Sweet Potatoes" states that sweet potatoes are divided into spring potatoes and summer potatoes. The former is planted for about half a year, while the latter is about four months."

"But no matter whether it is spring or summer potato, the stems and leaves will grow first, and the rhizomes will only expand when the stems and leaves begin to turn yellow."

Xu Wei is such a person. He can always stay with the emperor. He is not just a Qing Ci, but also a well-versed poem, calligraphy and painting. He can be literary and martial, and he also knows astronomy, geography, mountains, rivers, and even farming.

"The Sweet Potatoes" is nominally a masterpiece by Huang Maoguan, but in fact, Qian Yuan, Chen Younian, and Lu Yipeng have made contributions, and Xu Wei has long been familiar with it.

Emperor Jiajing's eyes turned back. Seeing Li Mo angrily but did not argue, he couldn't help but smile: "If you don't say that the yield per mu is twenty stones, if you can have more than ten stones, you will have great achievements in displaying your talents."

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, "Your Majesty, the old minister once saw in the newspaper that the sweet potato was presented by Tang Jingchuan, the prefect of Ningbo."
Chapter completed!