Get up earlier than a chicken and go to bed later than a dog. This is not a standard match for Zhu Cilang before.

Only those who are not humans will dance. Zhu Cilang can't do it anyway. He is the kind of person who goes to bed late and gets up late. He will never get up if he has to be exposed to the sun for three o'clock.

But now it’s different. Since he led the troops to fight, he has become accustomed to life in the military camp. If he wants to train a army that can fight, he must do it himself.

Only by sharing weal and woe with the soldiers can we improve our combat effectiveness. Today, Zhu Cilang has long been used to getting up early.

After getting used to it, he felt that he was so lazy before. Going to bed early and getting up early not only makes him feel good, but also makes him energetic all day.

However, he got up earlier than these villagers. The family where Emperor Chongzhen stayed stayed at had already opened the door. Zhuzi was wearing a divination early in the morning and carried the hoe in the yard and was about to go to the ground.

Zhuzi's mother was worried and took out a squeak shirt from the house: "It's cold in the morning, don't be frozen when you wear it. Don't cause the cold wind and bones that are frozen in the morning."

Although Zhuzi was a little reluctant and said "No," he still put on the squirt shirt as his mother told him.

At this time, Emperor Chongzhen actually followed him. Zhuzi handed him the hoe in his hand, and said, "Let's go, go to the field with me today to weed."

Chongzhen was obviously stunned. He did not expect that the other party would hand the hoe to him. For a moment, he seemed a little at a loss.

Zhuzi was a little unhappy: "Why, you still want to eat and drink in our family for free. Tell you that if you want to eat, you have to work. If you don't work, you have no food. Go quickly and leave quickly. While it's cold, we can do more."

Zhuzi's mother also looked at Emperor Chongzhen. It seemed that she also felt that this wealthy and noble person who was pampered and had a good time to train herself.

"Go and go, when I suddenly cooked and delivered it to the ground. Zhuzi is right. When the sun comes out, you will lose your energy in such a hot day."

If you want to eat, you have to work. This is a very simple truth. There will be exceptions just because you are the emperor. No one knows your identity here.

Emperor Chongzhen had no choice but to follow Zhuzi with a hoe. The two of them came to the fields. For Emperor Chongzhen, who was not diligent in four bodies, everything here seemed so strange.

Fortunately, there are many people like Emperor Chongzhen who are pampered and living. Zhuzi didn't say anything, but said, "Mr. Zhu, you are afraid you have never been to the ground and suffered. I can't read, so I know. I know that people with status like you are actually going to work and suffering a little bit may not be a bad thing. The teacher in our village once said, "It's called hoeing the grain, hoeing the grain at noon, and sweat dripping into the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard, but every grain is hard. Only after suffering a little bit will you know the preciousness of food."

Dazhuzi was very happy. He was happy that he could recite this poem to him that the teacher in the village told him. This is naturally very proud of a farmer who doesn’t know big words.

Chongzhen's eyes lit up: "Teaching Master, where is the teaching master in your village?"

Since there is a teacher in the village, it would be great, and it is easy to communicate with people with scholars. If you can find him, you can ask him to send a letter to him.

As long as the letters can be delivered, you can be rescued. Whether it is sent to the local governor or to the capital, or to Shuanma Town. In short, you can be rescued.

Luo Yangxing and others were afraid that they had arrived in Shuanma Town. When they received the letter, they would naturally come to rescue them without stopping.

However, Zhuzi's words soon poured a basin of cold water on Emperor Chongzhen's head: "I have been dead for many years."

Zhuzi seemed to be talking about something normal, but after he said that, he became a little excited. He carried his hoe and began to clean up the weeds in the fields.

It is rare to have a common topic with this countryman who can't read a big word. Emperor Chongzhen couldn't help asking: "How did this teacher in your village die? Is he a local?"

Zhuzi shook his head: "Oh, who knows. He came to our village to take refuge when I was young. He heard that he was an official before. He was persecuted by the eunuch party and was dismissed from our village and made a living by teaching. At that time, our village was very big, and it took at least one stick of incense to walk from the beginning of the village to the end of the village."

The eunuch party, Wei Zhongxian? This person is actually an official, but he just doesn’t know whether he knows this person.

"Who is this person's surname?"

It was rare that there was someone who chatted with me, so Zhuzi started talking: "I don't know, I only know his surname is Long and his name is Long Wenwen. Maybe it was written well, so I don't know these."

"Dragon articles, dragon articles..." Emperor Chongzhen murmured, he had no impression of this person. The world is so big, and there are so many officials across the river, so Emperor Chongzhen can remember it.

Besides, he had never heard of these local officials.

Zhuzi said again: "But Mr. Long told me that his surname was not Long before. He wandered into our village to take refuge in order to avoid persecution by the eunuch party. He changed his name. Mr. Long was buried by me, and these words were told to me before his death."

Zhuzi became a little proud again. Mr. Long is the only cultural person in the village who reads and reads. He has always been awe of scholars and the people. Zhuzi was able to bury Mr. Long with his own hands, which made him even more proud.

"Then, how did he die? But what disease did he suffer?"

As soon as he talked about this, Zhuzi's eyes immediately dimmed: "Mr. Long, Mr. Long died for our village. At the beginning, the bandits were raging. He immediately broke into our village and robbed things everywhere. Later, the officers and soldiers came, and the officers and soldiers were even more cruel than the bandits. The officers and soldiers not only robbed property but also killed people. Mr. Long spoke for our villagers. When he stepped forward to argue with the officers and soldiers, he was stabbed by the officers and soldiers."

Emperor Chongzhen's face couldn't help but jump: "Is there any king's law? Why did these officers and soldiers commit such a crime? No one cares about them?"

Zhuzi laughed: "Share? Who cares? In those years, the officers and soldiers were more cruel than the bandits. You see, there was no village in our country. What a big village before, first there was a plague and drought. Then the bandits came to kill people, and the soldiers also came to kill people. Now the survivors in the village are not as good as 10% of the previous ones. It's a sin, a sin!"

Every word from Zhuzi was slapped in Chongzhen's face. The officers and soldiers were better than bandits when they killed people. All of this was wrong?
Chapter completed!