"Uncle Qing, are you feeling well?" Zhu Zhanji suddenly asked.
Li Qing nodded subconsciously, wondering why he asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhu Zhanji said again, "Can you live for another thirty years?"
"It should be possible." Li Qing had an ominous premonition, "No...what do you mean?"
"Nothing, just asking." Zhu Zhanji smiled and muttered in a low voice: "So, you should be able to survive until I ascend the throne."
Li Qing:-_-||"Are you full?"
"I'm full." Zhu Zhanji nodded nervously.
"Eat up and go find the old monk." Li Qing said angrily, "He has only a few years left to live. Hurry up and learn his skills, otherwise you won't have the chance to learn in the future."
"Hey." Zhu Zhanji nodded, "Then...preserved egg?"
Uncle Qing, I brought it to my father." He emphasized.
"...Wait, I'll have someone pick it up."
A quarter of an hour later, Zhu Zhanji was holding a small basket of preserved eggs, smiling from ear to ear, "Uncle Qing, I'm leaving first, you have to take care of yourself!"
Li Qing said with a dark face, "Don't worry, I'm still alive."
…
The next day.
Li Qing went to the afternoon court, and when he got home, Little Fatty came right after him.
"Business?"
"Private matter."
"What's going on?"
Xiaopang said embarrassedly, "Brother Qing... Do you still have preserved eggs?"
Li Qing teased, "Didn't the Emperor ask you to lose weight? Why do you still want to eat?"
"It's reduced." Xiaopang spread his hands, "I only eat four bowls of rice a meal now, and I'm very restrained."
Li Qing rolled his eyes, "It's not good to eat too much preserved eggs. For your health, I can't give them to you if I have them;
It’s really... you made a basket of preserved eggs in one day, and the landlord’s family can’t stand it.”
"What? A basket?" Xiaopang was stunned at first, and then got angry, "This bastard, he only gave me three. Damn it, isn't this a lie?"
After saying that, he was about to go back to the palace to beat someone up. After taking two steps, he turned back and said, "What about that...Brother Qing, give me some more."
Li Qing's face was full of black lines, but he still asked someone to get some.
"You have lost some weight now, keep up your efforts and strive to lose weight to two hundred...forget it, you will be thinner to two hundred and two." Li Qing said, "It is not good to be too fat, high blood pressure, coronary heart disease..."
Barabara...
Xiaopang's face was covered with sweat when he heard this, "Is it that serious?"
"It is indeed serious." Li Qing snorted, "You are not young anymore, and you are busy with government affairs every day. If you don't take care of your body, something will definitely happen."
"I'll be careful in the future." Xiaopang vowed, "From tomorrow onwards, I will only eat three bowls of rice per meal."
Li Qing said with a smile, "If you eat less rice, you have to eat less vegetables."
"Sure." Xiaopang agreed, paused, and said hesitantly, "I heard that Yongle rice can be cooked and eaten?"
"...Follow me."
Li Qing broke off a few cobs for him in the corn field and said, "They will be fully ripe in two days. I will give you more then."
"Thank you, Brother Qing." Xiaopang was very happy, carrying a basket full of baskets. "I'll leave first, there are still some government affairs to deal with."
Li Qing urged: "Move around if you have nothing to do. Don't stay still all day. No matter how busy you are with official duties, you won't have no time at all."
"Hey, goodbye, Brother Qing." Xiaopang nodded, took two steps and then turned back, "Well..."
"What's the matter?"
The little fat man laughed and said, "It is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him how to fish. Brother Qing, please tell me how to make these preserved eggs. When I finish eating, I will let others make some."
You know how to use words... Li Qing held his forehead, but still talked about the process of making preserved eggs, and checked his pulse. No symptoms were found, so he let him go.
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After two days, the tender corn will be mostly mature.
Li Qing broke off eighty sticks and sent them to the palace, and sent another twenty sticks to Cao Guogong's mansion. Lan Yu was not in the capital and would probably spend the New Year with his nephew in Fengyang, so Li Qing did not send them to Liang Guogong's mansion.
After entering the palace, Xu Miaoyun was diagnosed and treated again and some medicine was prescribed.
After finishing all this work, Li Qing asked Zhu Di for leave.
"Asking for leave again?" Zhu Di scolded Li Qing while chewing boiled corn, "Tell me, aren't you having a good time this year?
I've given you such a high salary, but it's fine if you don't work harder and think about being lazy all day long. Are you worthy of your salary?
Are you worthy of my cultivation?"
Li Qing wiped his face to wipe away the corn crumbs sprayed on his face, and said with a smile: "This time I only ask for a month."
"One month? Just asking for it?" Zhu Di scolded, "I'm giving you face, right?"
"...You are short-handed when you take advantage of others, and you are soft-spoken when you eat others." Li Qing said angrily, "You will have no friends if you do this."
Zhu Di was furious: "Why the hell do you have the nerve to say this?"
If someone else said it, he would never be so angry.
Everyone is qualified to say this, except Li Qing.
"Your Majesty, something really happened this time." Li Qing said seriously.
Seeing that he didn't seem to be lying, Zhu Di suppressed his anger and said, "What's the matter?"
"The anniversary of my master's death is coming soon." He said this too much, and Li Qing no longer had any taboos. "I was too busy in the past two years, so I haven't been there. Now I'm not busy anymore."
Zhu Di was startled for a moment, and the anger on his face became calmer. The Ming Dynasty governed the country with filial piety. Although the emperor could win love, it must be under special circumstances.
"Okay!" Zhu Di nodded in agreement, "Just one month."
After a pause, "Would you like to send some royal guards to accompany you?"
"That's not necessary. It's just a piece of paper money. It's not a return home in glory." Li Qing said with a smile, "Your Majesty, it's not like you don't know my abilities."
Zhu Di thought the same thing, "By the way, Li Qing, where is your family? Why have I never heard of you?"
"I am an orphan and grew up with my master." Li Qing's face was not red and he was out of breath.
He has told lies so many times that he has become accustomed to it. In a sense, he is really an orphan. Let alone his parents, his ancestors have not even been born for eighteen generations.
Zhu Di didn't say anything else, and he didn't even doubt that Zhang Sgru was alive.
In this era where filial piety is more important than heaven, no one dares to joke about the death of their elders, and in his impression, Li Qing is not that kind of person.
"Go early and come back early. If you are late for one day, I will deduct one month's salary from you." Zhu Di hummed, "The national policy of clearing the land and dividing the land into acres is a good one. If you have anything better, please tell me."
Li Qing shook his head, "It's gone for the time being. I'll remonstrate with the Emperor later if I think of it."
The interests of the rich gentry have been compressed step by step, almost to the point of collapse. If there are further radical reforms, it will never be a good thing. If it is not done well, even the current achievements will be destroyed.
Li Qing has been in this era for so long, and he knows the twists and turns here all too well.
Even if Zhu Di can implement it, he will be pushed back after his death and may suffer backlash.
It’s good that the Ming Dynasty can do this. As long as there is no war, people’s lives will get better and better.
It is simply impossible not to give officials some benefits.
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"Sir, are you going on a long trip?"
"Well, I'll be back in a month at most." Li Qing broke off some tender corn, wrapped it in silk, and sorted out dozens of "Yongle Dadian". Seeing the three women's expressions of reluctance, he smiled and said, "Maybe more than twenty
God will come back."
According to his estimation, the old man would become annoyed with him within a few days.
The three women nodded sadly, "Have a nice trip, sir."
"Yes." Li Qing nodded with a smile, fixed the baggage, got on his horse, and said, "Let's go!"
…
Ten days later, Li Qing carried large and small bags and walked up the mountain on a familiar road.
The Taoist temple is still the same, and seems to be more shabby.
"Master, I'm back." Li Qing shouted.
"Squeak~"
The small broken door was opened, and middle-aged Zhu Yunwen came out. When he saw it was Li Qing, a look of joy appeared on his face, "Senior brother, you are finally here."
"Can it count?"
Li Qing's heart trembled and he asked urgently: "Where is the master?"
"In the Taoist temple, senior brother is coming with me."
Li Qing was even more worried when he heard that the old man was at home. Based on his understanding of the old man, he would never be so honest if he was not sick or in trouble.
"What's wrong, Master?" His voice was trembling.
Zhu Yunwen said sadly: "Master...is ill."
really……
Li Qing was anxious and immediately quickened his pace and soon arrived at Zhang's sloppy bedroom.
Li Qing's heart went cold when he saw his master lying calmly on the bed, with his eyes closed and his expression peaceful, as if he was dead.
With such a crow's mouth, one of his words actually came true... and he cursed the master to death?
"Crack-!"
The baggage fell to the ground, Li Qing took three steps at a time, knelt in front of the bed, and cried out sadly: "Master, Master, what's wrong with you, Master?"
Ah...Master, you can't die!
I will never curse you again..."
Li Qing's voice trembled, as if the sky was about to collapse, "Master... you and I have depended on each other and shared joys and sorrows for so many years. I didn't expect that today... the black-haired person will send..."
"What did you curse me for?" Zhang Slutty opened his eyes and asked.