My father Yongle, building a five-good family

Chapter 85: With his son like this, the King of Yan is not a good guy either!

A village on the outskirts of the city.

During these two days, in addition to dealing with matters in the manor, Zhu Gaoyu was also thinking about a very important matter.

Although his so-called "handling of affairs" was seen by others as just a bunch of blind orders.

What about plucking duck feathers, what about wooden box-type cotton fluffing carts...

One can't understand it, and the other has never heard of it. How can it be a serious matter?
But then again, this important matter that Zhu Gaoyu was thinking about was indeed a bit necessary.

This matter is nothing else but naming.

Zhu Gaoyu remembered the guy in his memory. Every time he passed a scenic spot, he liked to take a photo and then xx visited there to declare his sovereignty.

This farm on the outskirts of the city can be said to be the first time that Zhu Gaoyu owned land that was completely his own. After repeated consideration, he finally decided on a name to declare his sovereignty.

The name is taken from the saying "Peach and plum trees are silent, yet people come to them of their own accord."

That is, Taolizhuang.

……

Before lunch.

Zhu Gaoyu returned with a large group of refugees.

The tenant farmer, who was originally in the process of slaughtering and plucking ducks, was covered in blood, when he saw this group of emaciated people who looked like refugees.

That feeling... is like meeting fellow villagers, with tears in eyes.

Everyone has a hard life.

The tenant farmers had a foul odor, and the refugees were not much better. Still, under Zhu Gaoyu's explicit order, everyone washed their hands before starting to eat.

The canteen in Taolizhuang is actually just a large open-air shed, and the conditions are not very good.

But when the tenant farmers in the village saw the food in the big pot, they were fine, but the refugees who came here for the first time were dumbfounded.

Stir-fried bean sprouts, red pickled cabbage...

The most important thing is a pot of fried pork offal!

Pork offal is actually pig offal, which includes liver, heart, lungs and intestines, and is then coated with a layer of starch, making it smooth and tasty.

This... is it really three meals a day, with both meat and vegetables? !
I guess this is how much the landlord eats, right?
Also, where do you get the juicy bean sprouts in this cold winter?

You know, if the officials in the city knew that these refugees could actually eat some juicy bean sprouts in the middle of winter, they would be willing to rush to buy some even if the price was high, just to change their taste.

After all... in Datong City, there are princes like the King of Dai who set an example. How many officials in the city can be said to have clean subordinates?
Some smart people already have an idea in their minds.

Is it true that the only way the owner wants to maintain the farm's income is to sell bean sprouts in the winter?

But...how did he grow it?

How much can these bean sprouts be sold for?

Zhu Gaoyu had no intention of exploring these people's thoughts one by one.

He came to the wooden basin filled with food, picked up a big spoon, and began to shout:

"Okay, okay, come over after you wash your hands. Today's meal is two vegetarian dishes and one meat dish, plus two steamed buns."

"As long as you follow me, Zhu Gaoyu, you will have plenty of food, plenty of clothes, and a good life. Girls will marry their ideal husbands, and boys will have wives and children to live in."

If the refugees had not seen these words, even if Zhu Gaoyu was the son of Prince of Yan, they would have just ignored them.

But right now... the pig liver was still steaming in the wooden basin. Just by looking at it, they couldn't help but drool...

When Zhu Gaoyu said this, they believed it 100%.

The manager of the nearby farm saw this scene, but he kept silent, quietly picked up his bowl, and mixed into the team...

His grandma’s!

The refugees can eat so well, so why should the managers of the farms like them live in fear these days, being ordered around like cattle and horses by Zhu Gaoyu, and not even being able to eat in the canteen?

No!

They have to take advantage of this, too.

Of course, these managers are not interested in pig offal and the like.

But those juicy bean sprouts... In Datong’s winter, who wouldn’t want to try some?

Zhu Gaoyu was still holding a mobilization meeting to inspire people and did not notice the secret manipulation of the person in charge.

But Chen Gensheng, who was beside him, happened to catch a glimpse of this scene.

He glanced at Zhu Gaoyu, wanting to say something but stopping himself. However, he opened his mouth and then closed it again.

As Zhuangzi's tenant, he naturally hated these parasite-like managers.

So these days, Zhu Gaoyu relied on his status to order these managers around, and everyone felt happy watching this.

But no matter what, Zhu Gaoyu is the master, and no matter how good he is to them, it is not a reason for Chen Gensheng to interfere with his actions.

Whether or not to provide food to the steward was something that Zhu Gaoyu had to decide.

Thinking about it, Chen Gensheng lowered his head again, looking like he was looking at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose.

Ma Sanbao actually noticed this boy. He seemed to have realized something, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Chen Gensheng.

Sometimes, the truth doesn’t make sense, but for people in the situation, it’s hard to understand it for a while.

Fortunately, Chen Gensheng is a smart guy.

……

On the other side.

Zhu Gaoyu has already started distributing food.

When Xiao Jixiang saw the little prince holding an arm-long rice spoon, his brows were almost twisted into a knot.

He hurried forward to help, his heart aching:
"How can Your Highness worry about such a small matter? Let me do it. Your Highness is worth a lot of money, so it's really..." When Zhu Gaoyu heard this, a mysterious smile appeared on his face:

"Xiao Jixiang, you don't understand. I am testing a technique. What do you think will happen if I practice it to the highest level?"

This is serving food to people... and there is a technique for that?
Your Highness, did you read strange stories and miscellaneous books too late last night?
Xiao Jixiang was a little confused.

Zhu Gaoyu continued, "If you achieve great success, you will reach the realm of having a spoon in your heart but no spoon in your hand. If you go one step further, you will reach the realm of having no spoon in your hand and no spoon in your heart..."

Xiao Jixiang was completely confused.

At this moment, a middle-aged man among the refugees stepped forward.

He saw Zhu Gaoyu standing on a bench with red eyes. Before he got his food, he fell to his knees and kowtowed his head several times.

But when he opened his mouth, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment when he thought of how to address Zhu Gaoyu.

He glanced and saw Chen Gensheng standing beside him. Thinking of how he had just addressed Zhu Gaoyu, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

"I am Wang Bao, the humble man, honored to meet you, benefactor!"

"Hmm~"

Zhu Gaoyu loved to hear people call him "benefactor".

Immediately, he put away his enjoyment and waved his hand nonchalantly:

"Okay, if you have enough food, then you should work more, understand? The less you work, the less money you make. Wang Bao, you don't want your wife and children to go hungry, do you?"

This damn kid always has a talent for making people angry when he speaks.

But Wang Bao didn't care at all, and even thought that Zhu Gaoyu's words made some sense.

As he spoke, Zhu Gaoyu scooped a spoonful of pork offal with a look of delight on his face because of the word "benefactor".

Wang Bao looked at the pork offal and felt saliva constantly secreted in his mouth. Even his stomach, which had not eaten properly for many days, felt as if it was burning.

But even so, he still carefully used chopsticks to push the pork offal aside.

He has a whole family behind him who haven't had enough good food to eat.

When I go back, I will bring the pork offal back with me and let my wife, daughter, and my parents at home taste it...

Things will always get better.

Wang Bao took a bite of the steamed bread and felt that it was a bit hard, but hot, as if all his internal organs had become boiling hot.

……

Watching Wang Baozhen start eating.

The refugees behind them no longer had any worries.

When they thought of the food, lodging and clothes that Zhu Gaoyu had promised them, they became more energetic.

Some refugees have even started planning the next round of recruitment, wondering if they can get their brothers and wives to work together on the farm.

Zhu Gaoyu, who was at the front of the team, still relied on his brute strength to hold the spoon steadily.

It was at this moment that a smirking figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The figure was somewhat round, and it was obvious that he was not a refugee or a tenant.

Zhu Gaoyu frowned and looked up. As expected, the man in front of him was the manager of the manor.

Seeing that Zhu Gaoyu didn't say anything, the manager felt a little uneasy.

But then he thought, they are all working in the same village, so why can the refugees eat, but those in charge can't eat from the big pot?

You know, they have been working hard these days.

Before going to bed last night, he touched his stomach and felt that one layer of fat was missing.

Thinking of this, he actually felt somewhat righteous when he stood in front of Zhu Gaoyu.

Working and eating is a natural thing!

Zhu Gaoyu then hung his head and looked indifferent.

Then, he scooped a spoonful into the rice, and a full spoonful of stir-fried bean sprouts was served.

The steward's eyes lit up slightly.

He expressed his apologies for his previous private remarks cursing Zhu Gaoyu and hereby retracted them.

Zhu Gaoyu is just a little young and does things a little unconventionally, but... he still has a heart of gold... right?

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, the manager saw Zhu Gaoyu's wrist tremble slightly, twice, three times... and once more...

Only when there were only a few bean sprouts left in the spoon did Zhu Gaoyu contentedly cover his rice bowl with the sprouts.

This operation was repeated twice before the steward's meal was ready.

Looking at the two steamed buns handed to him, the manager felt like crying but had no tears.

He should be thankful that the amount of steamed bread was fixed, so even if Zhu Gaoyu's hands were shaking, he couldn't deduct it...

As he was thinking, he suddenly turned his head and looked.

When I see the steamed bread in other people’s hands, which is bigger than their open palms, and then look at the steamed bread in my own hand, which is smaller than my fist…

Fuck you!

The manager was angry!

So, he got so angry that he got angry several times!
This damn youngest son of King Yan.

Although he is very young, his mind is as cunning as a sieve, and he is pitch black, with a black heart and rotten lungs.

The King of Yan has such a son, so he probably can’t be a good guy!

The second update is here, see you all tomorrow.

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