"He?" The old man smiled heartily, "I've been with him for a long time!"

As he said that, he stood up with a cane and walked forward slowly, but suddenly stopped and turned around, saying, "Old Pu, after you say we are dead, what will future generations say to us?"

Pu Bucheng bowed, "The Emperor was the founding lord of the country and personally conquered Jingxiang and went to the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun in the north. It made our Ming Dynasty without any Hu troubles in the north and the south. It was naturally a great lord of a generation, with his achievements as great as the Qin Emperor and Han Wu!"

"Sad!" The old man cursed, "Your eggless mouth is so good!" As he said, he smiled self-deprecatingly, "Qin Huang Hanwu, we didn't want to compare with them at all. We are of a low origin and we can't compare to others!"

As he said that, the old man sighed slightly and continued, "Do you know why we asked you this? Just now, I only know why people like Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen are willing to follow us wholeheartedly, haha!"

"I also said that we won the hearts of the people!"

"Ha, he is a Taoist, gods and ghosts are okay, but these things are superficial! Why do they follow us? It is because we can give them wealth and honor, and our knife can make them the best. They follow us because we can see the future from us, not because we win the hearts of the people or other nonsense!"

"What is the heart of the people? When the Yuan Dynasty's army went south, the people of the Southern Song Dynasty fought to build a temple for Prime Minister Boyan. Is that the heart of the people? That is why Boyan abolished the tax laws of the Zhao family in the Southern Song Dynasty, so that the people could take a breath!"

"But later, when Dayuan was hated by everyone! I won the hearts of the people, so that the people could live a good life. Instead of saying it every day, Oh, Zhu Chongba, we in the Ming Dynasty are so good! Oh, then the fuck is to put gilds on our face!"

"In our life, we don't do these scenes and do not do anything but false things. We are considered straightforward!" At this point, the old man sighed quietly, "In the future, when people think of us, we think we should give a thumbs up, right?"

"One of the time, we don't charge too much taxes, and secondly, we don't be arrogant, extravagant, and we don't waste money and get rid of merit!" The old man sighed again, "It's just his goddamn, I've killed too many people!"

Park Bucheng didn't know why the old man suddenly felt emotion, and listened silently from the side.

"Why are you killing so many people? Just killing people! We are from a low-class family, unlike Qin Shihuang, Emperor Wu of Han, who is patient and able to do something when something happens. Besides, we are the emperor who crawled out of the dead. If you smell something wrong, you will have to use a knife to kill people."

"If you kill a hundred people, you will be afraid of us if you kill others! We also know that there are always some unjustly deceased ghosts under our knife handle! But even if we do it again, we may still want to kill."

"I guess, I'm afraid we will be called a tyrant in the future!" As he said that, the old man suddenly grinned, "I'm not afraid, a tyrant who is sure to be a foregone conclusion!"

"Your Majesty, you have a mouth on others and you can't stop others from saying it!" Park Bushen smiled, "Don't you often say something? Just have a clear conscience!"

"Well, that's it!" The old man's cane was on the ground, "Let's go and take a look with us in the fields!"

"Your Majesty, I want to tell you something!" Park Bucheng whispered, "The emperor has sent a clerk to record the mature breeding of sweet potatoes. I have been waiting outside for a few hours. Seeing that you have just rested, I have not reported it!"

"What's the name?" the old man said as he walked.

"Yang Rong!"

"Tell him to come! Don't be like the previous few. You can't understand anything, you will know how to be a kowtow worm!"

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Yang Rong's palm, forehead, and vest were all nervous.

He was taken to this village by guard Deng Ping early in the morning. Without explaining anything else on the road, he said that he would be with the Supreme Emperor in the future.

That's the Supreme Emperor!

Yang Rong was trembling all over excitedly. Although there was a saying among his colleagues that the Emperor had a bad temper and killed people at any time. However, Yang Rong knew that the Emperor had always been unconventional in promoting young officials.

Think about the senior officials in the court today, which one was not promoted by the Supreme Emperor back then?

When he thought of this, his mouth was dry and his heart was beating.

In front of me is a great way to heaven, it depends on whether Yang Rong can grasp it.

"Jinshi Yang Rong?" Park Bushen's figure appeared in front of Yang Rong.

"There is the official!"

"Let's go with the zodiac family!" Park Bushen smiled and looked up and down a few times, "All children?"

"Not count!" Yang Rong said, "It's just a scholarly family!"

"The scholarly family is already amazing!" Park Bucheng looked at him again and whispered, "The emperor has ordered the miscellaneous family to explain a few words!" As he said, he said seriously, "Whether the emperor is in the same style, scholars are not allowed!"

Yang Rong was stunned. Just as he was thinking about the meaning of this, they had already walked to the slope field. The old man walked among the ridges with his hat.

"My minister Yang Rong, please pay attention to the Supreme Emperor!" Yang Rong directly lifted his official uniform and knelt on the edge of the field.

The old man noticed that the young student in front of him followed Pu Bucheng's footsteps and did not step into the field next to him at all.

"Are you Yang Rong?" The old man looked at him and stretched out his hand.

Yang Rong was puzzled but did not dare to disobey him, so he extended his hands respectfully.

"Tsk, this white and tender! Even more sissy than a woman!" the old man said disgustedly, "Have you done farm work?"

Suddenly, Yang Rong seemed to understand something and said loudly, "Although I have been focusing on studying for many years and do not care about farming, I have been raised by my grandfather since I was a child. When I was a child, I followed my grandfather in the fields all day long. I am not powerless to tie chickens, nor is it the only one who can't distinguish between rice and wheat!"

The old man suddenly became interested and looked at him a few times, "You were raised by your grandfather? He is also a scholar?"

"My grandfather's name is Daqing!" Yang Rong said, "In the late years of the previous dynasty, he refused to be an official and was farming and studying at home."

"Oh, he!" the old man smiled, "We know this person. I heard that I have done a lot of good things in the local area. He is a kind, kind and kind person with a conscience!"

It is rare to be a conscience in being an old man. This so-called famous scholar in the world can be regarded by him. If he is an ordinary scholar, he will be a scholar who is suffering from plague.

"You are also the descendant of a famous family!" The old man smiled and joked again, "A famous family, you will know how to become an official when you are born!"

Perhaps because the old man also raised his grandson, he looked at Yang Rong very nicely and spoke casually.

"I dare not!" Yang Rong kowtowed, "When my grandfather was alive, he said that if today is peaceful, the country has a sage king, and we scholars will become officials. However, my grandfather Zeng Dundu warned me to take Fan Wenzheng as an example, and be a good official of the people, and not be an official worm!"

This made the old man even more happy. The so-called official worm means he can do nothing, but he is an official worm with the ability to become an official, and he can earn a degree and become a superficial skill.

"Fan Wen is a good official, you are worried about the world first!" The old man smiled and pointed to the ground, "Go, that ridge has not yet grown fat. Let's see if you will live in these crops!"

"I'm rude!" Yang Rong kowtowed and stood up, took off his official hat quickly, wore only a close-fitting white shirt, rolled up his sleeves and walked straight into the field.

"Well! It's not a good guy!" The old man smiled at Park Bushen and said, "Since it was sent by the eldest grandson, stay!"

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I have modified a subsequent plot. I have been more miserable these two days and have deceived everyone's relationship.
Chapter completed!