Zhu Hao and Zhu San came out of the yard together. Jinghong followed behind and reminded in a low voice: "Lu Dianzhan won't let us out."
Zhu San said disdainfully: "Do you listen to him? We are not leaving the palace... Zhu Hao, where do you want to go?"
Zhu Hao looked at Lu Bing.
After all, this is Lu Song's son, who was sent by Lu Song to act as an informant.
But at this time, Lu Bing's little eyes were shining. He had obviously heard that there was something interesting, and he didn't care about acting as his father's spy. He could even charge forward himself and lead the charge for Zhu Hao.
"Let's go to the east courtyard...Although the previous warehouse burned down, the palace has more than one place to store wooden boards. Besides, some were rescued during the previous firefighting, so they should be ready. In addition, you need to help with the tools that need to be planed and polished...
Jinghong, if you don’t want to go, just stay here and study, and we can go on our own.”
After Zhu Hao finished speaking, he took Zhu San and Lu Bing and left.
Jinghong really didn't dare to go at first, but after being stimulated by Zhu Hao's words, a surge of unwillingness to admit defeat suddenly surged in his heart... Humph, you say I don't dare?
Then I'll go and show it to you!
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Several children came out of the school yard.
It's not possible to walk along the side road into the palace. There are guards guarding the door, but if you go out and go around, there won't be any problem.
Zhu San was very familiar with driving and walked ahead. When he arrived at the door, he didn't even say hello to the gatekeeper, but he led a few children through the front yard dam and walked towards the east yard.
It can be said that the palace is not very wary of these children.
Zhu San was raised as the heir apparent, Lu Bingnai was Lu Song's son, and Zhu Hao was also a celebrity in the palace. Only Jinghong looked unfamiliar, but when they walked together, after a little thought, he knew that he was a companion recruited by the palace.
, or the son of the county magistrate’s family.
This combination...
As long as you don't enter the inner courtyard or leave the palace gate, basically no one will pay attention to you. After all, no one wants to cause trouble for themselves.
Arriving at the east courtyard, Zhu Hao felt relaxed. After all, he had lived here for more than ten days and was already familiar with the surrounding environment. He revisited the old place and went directly to the carpentry courtyard to find Lao Song who was working.
"Uncle Song."
Zhu Hao smiled and said hello.
Lao Song asked in surprise: "Zhu Hao? You...why are you here?"
Lao Song's eyes quickly fell on the children behind Zhu Hao.
Zhu Haodao: "I'm here to find some boards... I remember that I rescued a few boards from the fire before? They shouldn't be of any use, right? If it's inconvenient, I can spend money to buy them... I want to make a big board and wipe it with
Paint it black and write something on it.”
Lao Song had a good relationship with Zhu Hao, so he did not shirk after hearing the words, and took Zhu Hao outside another warehouse. The warehouse where Zhu Hao originally lived has been burned to the ground. Workers are currently sorting out the ruins, and they will rebuild it on the spot after the cleaning is completed.
, Lao Song was making beams for new houses.
"The boards that were rescued are all piled up there. The surfaces are all blackened. They are probably not reliable anymore and are considered scrap... If you want to use them, just take them."
Lao Song couldn't do anything else, but he gave Zhu Hao a few broken boards and no one would care.
Zhu Hao walked over and picked it out.
At this moment, Li Shun came out of the warehouse and his face twitched when he saw Zhu Hao. He didn't care what the little guys were doing and walked away quickly as if they were avoiding the god of plague.
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Zhu Hao selected the board and looked for the tools he had handy.
Next, he needed to use a plane, a knife and sandpaper to smooth the surface of the board. Then he asked Lao Song for some black paint to apply on the surface, and he went to the warehouse to select some talc.
Obviously, conditions do not allow for freshly made chalk, but talc is often used by carpenters. It can be used as a marker, or it can be made into talcum powder as an additive for white paint. It has a wide range of uses, and the palace usually has it in stock.
Zhu Hao kept busy, and when he felt it was almost done, he stopped his carpentry work, called Lu Bing and Zhu San over, and asked them to help with sanding.
Zhu San showed his temper as a little princess: "Such a hard work... Little Jingzi, come here."
Jinghong was originally kind to Zhu San. After all, in his mind, this young master was the prince of the palace and the future Prince Xing, so he could not disobey him.
But at this time, he couldn't help but protest: "My name is Jinghong, you can call me by my first name."
"Little Jingzi sounds so nice, why do you need to change it? Don't be stingy and get to work!" Zhu San handed the sandpaper to Jinghong.
Jinghong reluctantly took the sandpaper, and when he squatted down to work, he didn't forget to glare at Zhu Hao: "Why don't you call him Xiao Haozi?"
Zhu San's eyes narrowed into two crescent moons: "That's a good idea... But I just like to call you Xiao Jingzi... Xiao Jingzi, Xiao Jingzi, Xiao Jingzi, get to work!"
Jinghong was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
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Zhu Hao sat aside to rest and watched the carpenters in the east courtyard busy at work.
When there was no one else around, Zhu Hao stepped forward and asked Lao Song: "Uncle Song, how is Jianmao Dao doing?"
Lao Song said: "He was sent to the government to be punished. I heard that he was beaten very badly. He will probably be sent to the army next... He asked for it. He dared to set fire to the palace... He is just used to it."
His words were full of self-indignation, probably because Hou Chun usually suppressed the people below him too much, and Jian Mao Dao used his power to bully others, which made Lao Song miserable. Now that Jian Mao Dao was finally handed over to the government for accountability, the anger accumulated in Lao Song's heart was finally vented.
Zhu Hao was very curious. If a family member set fire to the palace, it should be handled in a low-key manner. What did Yuan Zonggao mean by sending the sharp-haired hoe to the government?
While I was thinking about it, Lu Bing and Jinghong had a dispute over polishing wooden boards.
Zhu Hao walked over and touched the surface of the board. It felt very smooth and said, "Leave the rest to me."
Then he completed the finishing work and painted it several times with black paint. After it had dried a little, he asked Lao Song to help nail a border.
Lao Song, an old carpenter with superb skills, worked very steadily. After finishing the nailing, he felt that it was not perfect, so he made hanging corners around the blackboard, so that the blackboard could be easily fixed to the wall.
"Uncle Song, I'll treat you to dinner later, thank you." Zhu Hao thanked him politely.
Lao Song usually had no airs and went about his business with a smile, while Zhu Hao handed the blackboard to Jinghong and Lu Bing to carry, and the children returned to the west courtyard.
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It was already noon when we returned to the small courtyard beside the road to the west of the palace.
Zhu Hao took out the hammer and nails he borrowed from Lao Song and fixed the blackboard on the wall behind the desk. Several children looked at it with wide eyes. Although this was what Zhu Hao suggested, each of them
The children all participated and had an unparalleled sense of accomplishment.
"Hey, Zhu Hao, you are quite talented. This thing...do you use talc to write and draw on it? I'll write first..."
Zhu San couldn't help but pick up the soapstone and leave his handwriting on the blackboard that had not been defiled by anyone.
Zhu Hao shook his head and thought, maybe it's the princess's temper? She wants to enjoy the good things first, and she rushes in front of the spoiled things...
Zhu San wrote some theoretical sentences that he knew by heart, and Jinghong also curiously wrote a few words on it.
As for Lu Bing, he randomly drew something that looked like a fish on it. Finally, the three children covered the entire blackboard, and then looked at Zhu Hao together.
"Zhu Hao, there is no room, what should I do?"
Zhu San obviously didn't have enough fun.
Zhu Hao sat there and said angrily: "I made the blackboard for you to use in class, but you actually made it like this... You're not going to listen to the lecture carefully, are you? Okay, okay, I'll get back to you later.
Make an eraser to erase the handwriting on it, but now you can only use rags... Which of you has one?"
The children were not prepared and after searching for a long time they found a moldy rag in the corner of the yard.
Zhu Hao asked Zhu San to throw away the rag in disgust, and then said: "It's late, it will be lunch time soon, I will prepare everything after dinner, you can come to the afternoon to listen to the class... and go your separate ways.
Alright."
It was almost 3:30 noon. Zhu San looked out the window and looked at the sky. The sun was already at the middle of the sun. He reluctantly put down the soapstone in his hand and took Lu Bing to the inner courtyard.
Jinghong looked at the backs of the two of them and asked, "Why can Lu Bing go to dinner with you?"
Zhu Haodao: "Because Lu Bing's father is a royal official in the palace, and his mother... In short, their treatment is different from ours. You can eat small stoves at noon... Come on, let's go to the west courtyard dining hall to eat. If it's late, we may not have anything to eat."
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In the dining hall of the west courtyard, since the main people who come to eat are the guards, the dishes are more abundant than those in the east courtyard. What is rare is that there are meat dishes such as pickled pork with pickles and rotten meat and cowpeas, which are very good for rice.
This time, Jinghong learned from the experience of being hungry last night and restocked rice three times in a row to keep his stomach full, so as not to starve at night.
Sitting on the chair and burping several times, Jinghong glanced at Zhu Hao sheepishly, and then asked: "You said that the Crown Prince has a younger brother named Zhu Si, right? Where is he?"
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "You have a lot of questions. Why, your father asked you to ask about these?"
Jinghong was told by Zhu Hao, and he quickly denied it with a guilty conscience: "No."
"It doesn't matter if there is. It's said outside that King Xing only has one son, the Crown Prince. But how do you know if King Xing has a concubine or an illegitimate son? A concubine is a son born from a concubine, and an illegitimate son is... Oh, you and me.
We are all children, and you may not be able to understand these adult matters after I tell you."
It's as Zhu Hao said.
When Zhu Hao came out with his analysis, Jinghong's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide, his expression as dull as reading a book from heaven.
A son born from a concubine?
What the hell is an illegitimate child?
The relationship sounds very complicated.
"If you want to know more details, you can only ask Zhu San... She knows her own family affairs better than anyone else. As for whether she is willing to tell you... Haha."
After Zhu Hao finished speaking, he stood up, patted his butt and prepared to leave.
Jinghong hurriedly asked: "Zhu Hao, why do you know the people in the palace? Have you really...lived in the palace for a while?"
Zhu Hao didn't even look back and left a sentence: "I said I had some experience in the palace, do you think I lied to you? Okay, pack up quickly and go back to the house to take a nap. I have classes in the afternoon."
Jinghong was originally full of doubts.
He also wanted to ask, why is Zhu San so strong towards me and Lu Bing, but so kind to you, as if he treats you as an equal friend?
But Zhu Hao didn't give him a chance to ask questions.
He didn't know that although Zhu San had the temperament of a princess, he was good at adapting to the changing circumstances.
Zhu Hao can catch rabbits and has so many novel, delicious and fun things. If he offends Zhu Hao, there will be no good consequences. Moreover, in Zhu San's mind, Zhu Hao is also stingy and vindictive.
In this case, my aunt, I will coax you to get all the good things from you, and it will not be too late to treat you when the time comes.
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Not even a moment later, Zhu Hao and Jinghong appeared in the academy.
Zhu San had already brought Lu Bing back earlier. They also brought a dry cloth, dipped it in water and wiped it vigorously. Although the talcum powder on it was wiped off, a lot of the black paint was also wiped off.
When Zhu Hao arrived, Zhu San felt ashamed that he had done something wrong and did not dare to look at Zhu Hao.
Zhu Hao frowned: "Why didn't you wait for me to come? See what it's like? I'll ask Uncle Song to paint it again...stand aside and watch me."
After waiting for the blackboard to dry, Zhu Hao took a relatively rough linen cloth and wiped away the remaining traces of talc powder on it with just a few wipes.
"Now I'm going to teach you how to read... You can answer the questions to see who knows them. If you answer correctly, there will be a reward. You can also guess what the word is. I can give you some hints, such as understanding the literal meaning, so that you can remember it.
some……"
In his previous life, Zhu Hao taught Chinese language at a university in Beijing and has rich experience in teaching and educating people.
How many children have you taught in this life? Isn’t that just a matter of skill and a piece of cake?