My father Yongle, building a five-good family

Chapter 91 Guests from the Western Regions

"Master, look at this monkey. It's really spiritual. It can even pick peaches!"

"Master, does this count as a monkey stealing peaches?"

"Master, have you ever heard of the story of "Stealing Peaches"?"

"Master Daoyan, why are you silent?"

Along the way, Zhu Gaoyu kept chattering away, and Daoyan felt helpless after listening to him.

With so many questions, which one should he answer at once?
Fortunately, Zhu Gaoyu quickly resumed his conversation:
"Master Daoyan is silent, it must be because he has never heard of the story of "Stealing Peaches". But it doesn't matter, I have heard of it, why don't I tell it to you..."

When Daoyan heard Zhu Gaoyu, he seemed to want to continue talking, and his brows twitched slightly.

If it weren't for the difference in status, Monk Daoyan would really want to step forward and grab Zhu Gaoyu's mouth, making it impossible for him to speak for a while.

It's just...he can't.

Yao Guangxiao looked around, and when he saw a teahouse, he took Zhu Gaoyu and walked towards that place.

As he walked, he kept saying:

"Let's go. We've talked so much. Let's go to the teahouse and have a glass of water to moisten our throats."

He just didn't believe that drinking tea and eating cakes in the teahouse wouldn't be enough to shut Zhu Gaoyu up.

When Zhu Gaoyu heard this, he automatically understood that the monk wanted to invite him for tea and snacks.

How can this be... embarrassing?!
Zhu Gaoyu raised his head and said, "Master, I want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus taro milk! I want three big plates!"

Dao Yanbang was so shocked that he couldn't help but give Zhu Gaoyu a slap:
"You are so bold. It's snowing heavily, where can I find osmanthus flowers for you?"

Hey.

This person...

If there is no, then there is no, why hit him? !
Don’t hit children’s heads casually!
You will become stupid.

Zhu Gaoyu originally wanted to show off his unruly temper, but when he came to the teahouse and saw the tables full of snacks, he immediately smiled:
"Master, you are such a good person!"

After hearing these somewhat puzzling words, Monk Daoyan suddenly felt like laughing.

Even Zhu Di sometimes thought that he was an evil monk, but his youngest son actually concluded that he was a good person just because of a few plates of cakes and snacks?
As expected, they are just children and are easy to coax.

When Zhu Gaoyu was in Nanjing, he often went to teahouses.

Therefore, although this was his first time in the teahouse in Datong, he acted in an experienced manner and it was obvious at first glance that he was an old customer.

He took the monk to a quiet place, brought some snacks, and sat comfortably in a chair, leaning against the cushions, listening to the discussions in the teahouse.

Even at the end, Zhu Gaoyu took advantage of his small size and put his legs up and wrapped them under his body, looking leisurely.

Datong.

As an important military city on the border, it is extremely close to Tatar.

At the end of the Hongwu period, among the forces on the grasslands after the Mongol split, the most powerful one was the Tatar, not the Oirat.

Zhu Gaoyu held his chin and searched through the few remaining memories to find the relevant records.

During Zhu Yuanzhang's reign, the Tatars had always had the habit of harassing the Ming border.

The first time the Tatars paid tribute to the Ming Dynasty was after his father came to power and many expeditions, which led to their temporary submission.

At present, the guests who can come to the teahouse to leisurely drink tea in the cold weather are obviously people with some wealth at home.

There were also some young men dressed as scholars, who were spitting at the tea sets in the lobby.

I saw a man frowning, his expression always showing some worry:

"The snow is heavy this year. I'm afraid many cattle and sheep will freeze to death on the grassland. I'm afraid the Tatars will move south to invade the border towns again."

When people talked about this matter in previous years, whether they were scholars or ordinary businessmen, they always felt more or less worried.

After all, although the King of Zhongshan had once been ordered to repair Datong City, after several years, there were still many corners of Datong City that were damaged and had omissions.

The King of Dai, who was in the vassal state, was a man who did not engage in production. Not to mention that the city walls were damaged in some corners, as long as the sky did not fall, he could still seek pleasure and play with women as usual.

But now... since Prince Yan and his young son came, everyone suddenly feels a little more secure.

I only heard an old man with a goatee take a sip of tea and smile:
"If the Tatars go south again this year, it won't be as easy as in previous years. Your Highness the Prince of Yan has been through hundreds of battles, has gone deep into the desert, and personally captured Nair Buhua. He can be called a god of war..."

When Zhu Gaoyu heard this, his brows suddenly twitched.

He always felt that the title of Ming War God... seemed a little inappropriate...

Yao Guangxiao, who was standing next to him, noticed Zhu Gaoyu's expression and thought that the boy was envious of the title.

He couldn't help laughing, but he thought it was normal.

For a little boy of this age, apart from chasing chickens and dogs, walking birds and fighting crickets all day long, his biggest wish is probably to become a god of war like Zhu Di, guarding the border.

So Yao Guangxiao touched Zhu Gaoyu's head with a smile on his face:
"When you grow up, you can also become the war god of Ming Dynasty."

Yao Guangxiao expected that with Zhu Gaoyu's character, this kid would definitely not be shy, and would even become the host. Maybe this kid would even put his hands on his hips and say something that would definitely surpass his father.

But, to his surprise...

After hearing this, Zhu Gaoyu showed an indescribable expression on his face.

After a moment, he frowned and spoke carefully:

"This... let's just forget it..."

Yao Guangxiao frowned in some confusion.

What do you mean?
Before he could think more, the sound of discussion from the other side came again.

"In addition to His Royal Highness Prince Yan, I also heard of a killer move... I'm afraid everyone here has also heard of it, right?"

After hearing this, some people will understand the elegant meaning:

"You mean concrete and cement?"

The man just now burst into laughter:
"That's right! My brother-in-law's elder sister's eldest uncle is a close friend of the chief historian accompanying the King of Yan. I heard that concrete and cement are not only hard in texture, but also inexpensive, much cheaper than the cost of sticky rice mortar."

"Perhaps after the cement and concrete are verified, some Jinyiwei will take the prescription and rush to Yingtian at full speed. I'm afraid the decree of reward is on the way."

Speaking of Jinyiwei, everyone present was silent. Then, someone looked around vigilantly and then spoke quickly:
"Are you going to die? You dare to say something like this in public when it comes to matters concerning the Imperial Guards!"

The scholar who just spoke didn't look very old, probably around sixteen or seventeen years old.

The moment he said this, he regretted it a little. Now that he was reminded of this again, his face turned pale.

The Jinyiwei are not easy to deal with.

No matter it was Mao Xiang in the past or Jiang Li now, in the eyes of ordinary scholars, these two are still the court lackeys who eat people without leaving any bones.

It was at this time that a voice came from somewhere and rang in everyone's ears:

"But I heard that cement and concrete were first discovered by the youngest son of the King of Yan. Speaking of which, the youngest son of the King of Yan can be considered a child prodigy. At such a young age, he was able to invent something so beneficial to the country and the people. It's really admirable..."

Because of the sensitive topic before, everyone's thoughts were a little dazed.

After finally hearing someone change the subject, everyone started to agree without caring what was being said for a while.

It's just that some people always feel that something is wrong.

The voice just now seemed mature, but it felt like the person who spoke it had a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, lowered his voice, and pretended to be an adult.

No matter how it sounds...it feels awkward.

the other side.

Yao Guangxiao's expression was somewhat strange and complicated.

He looked at Zhu Gaoyu leaning back in his chair with a smug look on his face, and listened to the people around him flattering the youngest son of Prince Yan. For a moment, he didn't know what expression to show.

After a while, Yao Guangxiao felt somewhat helpless:

"Your Highness, you are already grown up, why are you still acting like this?"

Zhu Gaoyu opened his eyes wide, stretched out his hand, and waved it in front of Yao Guangxiao:

"Master, I'm just a child!"

Yao Guangxiao chuckled twice, as if he didn't take these words to heart.

Whose child made cement and concrete at the age of five?

Listening to the admiration of the people around him for the youngest son of Prince Yan, the expression on Yao Guangxiao's face became more and more strange.

I don't know if they can still express such compliments so sincerely when they realize that the person who led the topic was Zhu Gaoyu himself.

Just when Zhu Gaoyu was feeling very happy after hearing this, a strange guest suddenly came outside the teahouse.

At least this guest, judging by his attire, was not very common in Datong City. At first glance, he had some similarities with those visitors from the Western Regions.

The visitor was wearing a loose robe that covered his feet. The color of the robe was extremely strange for the people of the Ming Dynasty. It was snow-white.

In addition, he was wearing a gray turban on his head. At first glance, Zhu Gaoyu couldn't help but focus his attention on the young man in front of him.

The boy's skin was a little rough, with deep eye sockets and a straight nose, which made his facial features different from those of the people in the Central Plains.

His eyes were the color of emerald green, and he wore several glittering gem rings on his hands.

Zhu Gaoyu just stared at those jewel rings without blinking.

It's not that he hasn't come across gems before, but Zhu Gaoyu has rarely come across gems as big as pigeon eggs.

Zhu Gaoyu couldn't help but start muttering:

"One for mother, one for me. One for eldest brother, one for me. Second brother doesn't want one, I have two. One for third brother, one for me. One for aunt, one for me. Dad and thirteenth uncle...get out!"

By this calculation, the jewel rings on the boy’s two hands... are just enough to share!
I seem to have been sick again these past two days, and I lack motivation. I tried to stop taking the medicine, but the side effects were a bit serious, and my head hurt from time to time. I talked to the doctor this afternoon and decided to resume taking the medicine. I got up from bed late. This is the first chapter of 3,000 words, and there will be another chapter of 3,000 words later. Don't worry, there will be no less updates. I will slowly adjust the update time and try to get back in shape. I won't say anymore, I'll start writing quickly
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