Having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.
With the old man, I have a backbone.
In the court, there are old ministers like Ling Han who can help him solve many unnecessary troubles.
At yesterday's court meeting, Ling Han didn't say a word. Zhu Yunxi was a little surprised, thinking that Ling Tietou didn't want to offend the veterans who had been in the court with him for decades.
But he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to help him share his worries in private.
But thinking about it on the other hand, Ling Tietou's behavior is also a kind of preservation for these veterans.
Not far away, the bloody scene became more and more intense, making Yang Jing feel uncomfortable. But Zhu Yunxi didn't say anything, and he couldn't leave.
At this moment, Liu Jin came running over and said, "Father, my ancestor has started roasting over there. I'm calling you!"
"You're watching from the side, aren't you afraid?" Zhu Yunxi asked.
This kid is quite courageous. He watched the old killers move the entire time, and he was eager to try and was very excited. He was not at all like a child of this age.
"My son was scared at first, but then I remembered what you said. Everything is created for human use, and voles are also grown for meat, so hunting them is natural and reasonable!"
"The ancestor also said that it is not easy for ordinary people to eat meat. A child as old as Erchen can already fish in the river and catch voles. Erchen is a prince, so he does not have to do this in this life. But Erchen cannot have the courage to look at it.
None. If your son doesn’t even dare to look at things like cooking, how will he be able to take on such a big responsibility in the future?"
Looking at Liu Jin's childish little face and the clear childish voice saying such words, Zhu Yunxi felt relieved in his heart.
Children cannot become flowers in the greenhouse. Especially boys, they need to be more wild to become men.
However, Zhu Yunxi did not encourage or praise him. Instead, he continued to ask, "What you said makes some sense, but do you know the saying that a gentleman stays far away from the cook?"
"I know!" Liu Jin thought about it. "It was Meng Sheng's words to King Qi Xuan, saying that politicians should have a compassionate heart, but..."
"No matter what, keep talking!" Zhu Yunxi encouraged him with his eyes.
Liujin scratched his head, "But the emperor and his grandson have said that that is hypocrisy! Real compassion is great kindness, and it is for others. This is even more hypocritical, because no matter whether a gentleman or a villain, they have to eat meat. If you don't kill, how can you?
Meat coming?”
"The emperor also said to his ministers that when we, the Zhu family, are emperors, we cannot be such pedantic gentlemen. A true gentleman does not avoid hardship, humiliation, or bloodshed in his actions. He has superhuman courage and can tolerate ordinary people but not others!
From small kindness to great kindness, don’t seek false fame!”
"The matter of the chef is the way of heaven. Food is the first priority in the world, so there is no reason to stay away from it. The emperor also said that men can't see blood and are weak... Well, the emperor also said that I can't remember it!"
"Good boy!" Zhu Yunxi smiled and stroked Liu Jin's head, "Can you understand what the emperor said?"
Liujin pursed his lips and thought hard, "Some of you, I understand, and some don't! But I think, as long as you remember these words of the emperor, one day I will understand."
Zhu Yunxi smiled with satisfaction, turned to Yang Jing and said, "My dear, how is my son?"
Yang Jing was listening to the answers of the father and son, and the more he listened, the more surprised he became.
The little child can not only speak at length, but also be well-reasoned. Even if some of the words are quoted from the Supreme Emperor, it is really rare.
At that moment, he solemnly saluted and said, "Your Majesty, Your Highness the Crown Prince is talented and intelligent, which is a blessing to the Ming Dynasty! I have the courage to report that I have already appointed a master to teach the Crown Prince. I am not talented, so I recommended myself. I am willing to accompany the Crown Prince to study!"
"Find him a teacher, I can't decide, I need the old man to make the decision!" Zhu Yunxi smiled.
At this moment, the old man's loud voice came from not far away, "What are you doing? Who else wants to invite you? Come and eat field mice!"
"Coming!" Zhu Yunxi agreed with a smile.
Just as he was about to wave his hand for Yang Jing to leave, the old man's voice came from the other side again, "Who is that person over there? Come and eat together!"
Yang Jing complained in his heart when he heard this, but he did not dare to resist the order. He could only follow Zhu Yunxi and walk slowly over.
He raised his head slightly and saw several old killers beside the Supreme Emperor looking at him with ferocious smiles on their faces. Especially that old man Cao Zhen, the knife was jumping up and down on his fingertips.
Several other old men also smiled half-smilingly, their eyes full of teasing.
"Are you Yang Jing?" The old man looked sideways.
"I pay homage to the Supreme Emperor!" Yang Jing saluted.
"Well, get up!" The old man put a bamboo stick dressed as a field mouse on the charcoal fire and kept turning it over, ignoring it.
Yang Jing stood there as if on pins and needles, with nowhere to put his hands.
In the moonlight, I caught a glimpse of a young official, his head lowered and his waist bent, picking up the rat skin, viscera and other items on the ground.
The two people's eyes collided, and the young official smiled politely. But Yang Jing only felt that the other person looked familiar. After thinking about it for a while, he turned out to be Yang Rong, a Jinshi from Fujian.
"Is he working as an errand for the Supreme Emperor?"
Just as he was thinking about it, a big hand from the side pulled him over.
"Standing and waiting to eat ready-made food? Whose master are you?" Cao Zhen squinted and cursed, then stuffed the red field mouse into Yang Jing's hand, "Help me skewer it!"
Yang Jing only felt that the palm of his hand was sticky, greasy, crooked, and a little warm and slippery. When he lowered his head and saw the empty eyes of the field mouse, and the smell of blood pouring into his nose, his chest suddenly turned upside down.
"Put it in! Learn!" Cao Zhen took a bamboo stick, inserted it from the vole's anus with a pop, and then penetrated it from the mouth, "Have you learned how to do it?"
"Ugh! Ugh!"
Yang Jing couldn't bear it any longer and ran to the side, bent over and retched.
"Spit it out, what about eating and drinking later?" Lan Yu scolded, "What kind of virtues do you have? This kind of thing can't be seen by this gentleman!"
As he said that, he picked up a few hands from a pot full of tidied voles and cut them with knives.
Bang bang bang, after the light of the knife flashed, each piece of vole meat was the size of one side. Then he looked at Yang Jing with disdain and started chopping again.
Yang Jing felt his heart pounding and his hair standing on end.
Suddenly, there was a sizzling sound that made him shiver.
Song Guogong Feng Sheng, who staggered when walking, stood in front of the stove, threw a handful of green onions and ginger into the pot and stir-fried, then raised his head to take a look.
First he smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please sit down and let me show you my skills!" Then he looked at Yang Jing and said, "Why are you standing there waiting for the New Year to eat dumplings? Go and get the soy sauce and cooking wine!"
Before Yang Jing could say anything, Yang Rong had already run away, "Go down to the official position!"
Feng Sheng glared at Yang Jing, "You're stupid! Where did the energy to impeach us in the court go?"
"You old man!" the old man laughed and scolded after hearing this, "Why are you trying so hard with the younger generation!"
"That's right!" Feng Sheng said with a smile again, "I know you like to eat braised food. I guarantee it will be soft and chewy!"
After saying that, Lan Yu next to him poured a pot of meat into the pot.
The shovel in Feng Sheng's hand was flying up and down, and soon the meat was golden in color and fragrant.
Yang Rong brought cooking wine and soy sauce, and Feng Sheng poured half a bottle into it.
The old man moved his nose and licked the soup with his fingers, "Well, it tastes almost the same, not bad! Add water and simmer over low heat!"
Wow, pour two more ladles of water in and cover the pot.
The roasted field mice over there were almost done. The old man sucked in the cold air, casually pulled off the thigh and handed it to Liu Jin, "Here, dear grandson, eat!"
I took the six kilograms and it was too hot to hold, but I still put it in my mouth and ate it with a wink.
"Does it smell good?" the old man asked with a smile.
"Smells! Hiss! Hiss!" Liu Jin breathed out hot air as he ate.
The old man bit off the field mouse's head in one bite, chewing the bones with a crunching sound, and said with a smile, "I still remember the year when Hexian was besieged, there was no food to eat. We caught all the rats in the damn pile of dead people and stewed them! But that meat firewood
Yeah, that mouse is so skinny that it’s all bones!”
"Your Majesty is wise and mighty, and now the world has improved, even mice are fat!" Cao Zhen said with a smile.
"Haha!" The old man smiled smugly, "Idiot Cao is getting older, but he can listen to what he says more than before!"
"I am telling the truth, unlike some scholars who have been plagued by the plague. They speak without conscience and accuse this and that all day long!" As he said that, Cao Zhen glanced at Yang Jing.
Yang Jing lowered his head, hearing the old men's evil smiles all over his ears, and did not dare to say a word to them.