"It's noon, and there is smoke coming from the village. I suggest that we go into the village to find a family, have a farmer's meal, and experience the daily meals of the people."

This sudden request caught the village head and the officials accompanying him by surprise.

The emperor ignored them and went into the village to find a villager who was about to eat.

The rice is very simple, steamed potatoes and corn, and then a little porridge.

The porridge is made of millet and black beans, sprinkled with some salt.

The potatoes with skins were steamed until their skins cracked, and the corns were also old corns.

The villagers were frightened and at a loss. They wanted their wife, who was wearing patched clothes, to cook again, but there was nothing at home.

"Don't be busy. You guys look familiar. They must be newly resettled here, right?"

"The younger one was originally from Dongping Prefecture, but the Yellow River changed its course and now it has become Dongping Lake. My family fled. Fortunately, the saint was kind and the court provided relief. Later, they were resettled here. They bought six acres of land at a different price. Now they are living a good life.

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Zhu Yihai looked at the house. It had dark earth walls and a newly built thatched roof. It was obvious that this was the collapsed and burned house of the original villagers. It was a newly built house on the ruins. It was simple and simple. The house was not big, low, and narrow.

Although doors and windows are good for preventing theft, they make the house dark and dull.

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According to the villagers, these four piglets were actually given to them by the village. According to the one-year agreement, each pig will be given twelve loads of manure. When the pigs are sold, the piglets will be paid without interest. The villagers raise these pigs.

, you can still have some surplus in a year.

Zhu Yihai directly picked up the stained wooden bowl, filled a bowl of gruel for himself, and filled bowls for the King of Qin and the King of Han. The two brothers came to their senses and did not dare to take it.

"Why are you so polite? Do you think you can eat this?"

"Well, we used to go hungry outside the customs. This is already good."

The farmer also flattered him and said, "Yes, this millet and soybean porridge is very delicious, and fine salt is added. The steamed corn and potatoes are very fragrant."

"We used to live in our hometown in Dongping, but life was not as good as it is now. I don't know if Your Majesty is here, or we will kill the chickens and boil the eggs."

Zhu Yihai felt that he was telling the truth. In the late Ming Dynasty, polarization was serious. The bureaucrats and scholar-bureaucrats lived a very comfortable life, and even had good food and clothing. However, many people at the bottom could not even reach Hukou and could fill their stomachs with two meals a day, even if

It is very satisfying even if it is thin porridge or vegetable porridge.

This villager has settled down here since he was a refugee. He has three old houses, six acres of land, a wife, and four children. For him, the life he is living now is beyond what he could have imagined before.

The men farm and the women weave, and then go to the manor to help out. Even the older two children can work in the manor to earn a wage, earning more than one tael a month. If this continues, in two or three years, they will have a savings.

Then I will build a few new houses, marry my eldest son a wife, work hard for another two years, save a dowry for my eldest daughter, and find a wealthy family to marry. This life is full of rush.

The low-rise houses, millet and soybean porridge, and the steamed potatoes and corn were looked down upon by the officials, but to the villagers, this was their contented and happy life of food and clothing.

When Zhu Yihai drank the porridge, he felt that it was not thick enough and the steamed potatoes were a little choking on his throat. However, he did not dislike it and still ate it. The King of Qin and the King of Han did not dislike it at all. It was better than what they had eaten during their six years as slaves.

Too much.

A group of accompanying ministers could only stand aside and watch. Zhu Yihai brought them corn and potatoes, and each of them got a piece. "Try them all, whole grains, good stuff."

There was no water or gruel, and several officials from privileged families almost rolled their eyes when they choked on the steamed potatoes.

Zhu Yihai finished this extremely simple meal.

I sat there and asked the family some specific information. They were very satisfied with their current life.

He kept thanking the emperor and even knelt down to thank him.

"How old is the boss?"

"The eldest son is sixteen and the eldest daughter is fifteen. They are both working on the farm now. The eldest son raises pigs and the eldest daughter weaves cloth. They can get one silver dollar a month. Thank you to the saint for your kindness."

Zhu Yihai looked at the two young men who were a little reserved and shy. They were a little thin and short, but their eyes were pure.

"If you are willing, old man, you can let the two children come with me. I will arrange for them to work with the King of Qin. I will give them two silver coins every month and provide them with food, clothing and accommodation. How about that?"

The man could hardly believe his ears and was stunned for a long time.

After coming back to his senses, he immediately took his children and knelt down to Zhu Yihai, thanking him profusely.

"Everyone, get up. I will lead the way for them, but it will depend on their fate in the future. If they perform well, they can be sent to the imperial camp or military academy in the future."

When he finally left, Zhu Yihai specially gave this family a calf.

"Raise it well. If you raise it for more than a year, you can teach it how to plow the land. This is still a cow. In two years, it will be able to give birth to calves again. By then, the cow will cultivate the land and the calves will be sold for money.

One bird a year can also help the family a lot."

The family was as if they were in a dream, and they didn't know why suddenly a pie fell from the sky and fell on their heads.

The eldest son and daughter were immediately noticed by the emperor and were chosen to work for the eldest prince. Each person was worth two silver dollars a month, let alone working beside the prince.

The emperor gave them a calf as a gift for a meal of gruel and grains.

"There will be no temple in Baitasi Village from now on, so let's call it Baita Village. This temple was built by the late emperor, and this village was passed down to me by the late emperor. You live here and are my neighbors. What will happen to you in the future?

You can ask the village boss for help with the matter, but if they can't handle it, you can report it to me."

When leaving, the girl and her brother each carried a ragged bag and a few old clothes, and knelt down to say goodbye to their parents who were reluctant to leave and shed tears.
Chapter completed!