Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

"We have some free time now, so let's turn the ground over and loosen the soil."

"It's just right to tread on these useless things in the yard that will only grow flowers and plants into the soil to fertilize it. When the weather starts to warm up, the soil will have absorbed the fertilizer."

"Then use it to grow some vegetables and crops. It's guaranteed to grow beautifully!"

Zhu Yuanzhang always remembered his peasant origin and could not bear to see good places being wasted anywhere. This was the case when he was in the palace with Empress Ma and her husband, and it was still the same now that he lived in this house in Peking.

The weather hasn't warmed up yet, but I can't help but start working.

Even though he had fought wars for so many years and been emperor for so many years, Zhu Yuanzhang was extremely skillful in turning the soil at this moment. If you didn't know, you would really think that he was an old farmer from the country turning the soil here.

Zhu Yuanzhang was waving the hoe in his hand to turn the soil over and over again, while he was talking proudly about his farming experience.

As he swung the hoe down again and again.

Those landscape plants that were supposed to sprout, grow leaves, and bloom colorful flowers in the coming spring also fell to the ground one by one and were trampled into the ground by Zhu Yuanzhang.

Not far away from him.

"Haha, my father has always been considerate of the people. Even if he ascends to heaven and becomes a dragon, he can still handle these trivial matters with ease."

Zhu Di, dressed in a light yellow luxurious brocade robe, was also following suit, waving a hoe in the yard like Zhu Yuanzhang, but his posture and movements seemed particularly awkward, and it was obvious that he was not used to such things at all.

At this moment, beads of sweat covered his forehead.

In recent days, Zhu Di has been coming to the "Huang Mansion" more frequently than before.

After all, now is not the time for the two to be suspicious and wary of each other.

Both Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di were waiting for chaos in Yingtian Prefecture. Although the father and son had their own thoughts, their intentions and goals were the same, so the gap between them was naturally much smaller.

Zhu Di also dared to come and visit from time to time.

Zhu Yuanzhang was no longer as secretive and overly cautious as he had been in the past.

"The worst thing a person should do is forget their roots. Look at how many people have emerged from the depths of poverty since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, only to forget where they came from? And how many people have died and died because of this?"

"It's the same when being an emperor. You have to be humble all the time."

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to be speaking with some emotion. After he finished speaking, he turned his head and glanced at Zhu Di, and then complained with some disdain: "Your skills are not good enough. It doesn't save effort. When you swing the hoe, your whole body must be coordinated and mobilized. Otherwise, it will be very tiring. You can't turn over much soil in a day. If the soil is not turned well, the crops will not grow well. You will definitely go hungry."

After saying this, Zhu Yuanzhang curled his lips and shook his head.

Zhu Di smiled awkwardly and said, "I haven't done much before. I was always on horseback killing Tartars. Now that I have such a good opportunity, I will follow you, my father, and learn from you!"

He said this, naturally, to please Zhu Yuanzhang.

In his opinion, the young man from Yingtian Prefecture had finally lost the heart of his father, and even made his father, who had originally planned to retire, think about seizing the throne again. There would definitely be no chance to turn back.

And he himself is the oldest among all the princes.

When it comes to Yingtian Prefecture, the two secret agents arranged by Master Daoyan will seize the opportunity to sow discord between Zhu Yunhuan and the group of Huaixi nobles. It will be natural for Zhu Yuanzhang to restore the throne and perhaps appoint himself as the crown prince.

Shouldn't we seize this opportunity immediately?

however.

Zhu Yuanzhang on the other side did not respond to his flattering words. Instead, he stopped and stuck the hoe in his hand into the ground, with a thoughtful look on his face.

I don’t know what he was thinking.

Zhu Di was puzzled and frowned, thinking to himself, "My father has always been very dedicated to farming and efficient at his work, even more energetic than I am. Why is he suddenly so dazed?"

Just as Zhu Di was looking at Zhu Yuanzhang's profile in confusion.

Then he heard his father looking thoughtfully at the half-turned soil, muttering leisurely, "Speaking of which...it should be ripe now, right?"

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly deserted his post.

For nothing else.

It was because he was talking with Zhu Di about his poor work and the poor harvest that made him go hungry, so he naturally thought of the two lumps that Jiang Li had secretly gotten for him before - sweet potatoes.

He will never forget anything he forgets.

The yield per mu of that precious thing... is far superior to that of ordinary crops. Let alone careful and meticulous cultivation, even if you just plant it casually, it will be enough to fill people's stomachs.

Now I suddenly remember it.

Zhu Yuanzhang also remembered that Zhu Yunhuan had planted a second crop in the palace.

As he murmured this, his heart began to beat faster and his face showed an unusual look of anticipation.

Hearing his father's mumbling and seeing his father's obvious loss of composure, Zhu Di became increasingly puzzled. He murmured inwardly, puzzled, "Is it time to cook? What's going to cook?"

Zhu Di was naturally completely unaware of this.

He was completely confused by Zhu Yuanzhang's inexplicable mumbling. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't figure out what his father had suddenly done.

But Zhu Di knew it.

My father single-handedly built the country and founded the Ming Dynasty, so whatever he said would be without purpose. I became a little alert at the moment.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, and asked tentatively, "Father?"