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Chapter 1159 Good Emperor¡¯s Grandson

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    Emperor Hongzhi smiled noncommittally.

    His heart seemed to be touched.

    Gao Laohe had a contented look on his face. Although his skin was dark, the skin on his back had peeled off layers of skin due to exposure to the sun, like a child's graffiti, with new and old skin intertwined.  , it makes people panic to see.

    His hands were covered with calluses, and his fingers were so worn that the texture was almost invisible. There were cuts on the back of his hands. God knows whether they were accidentally left by a sickle or cut by wheat leaves.

    With a few pieces of cake, he felt like he had found a treasure.

    But he didn't care at all, and there was a satisfied smile on his face.

    Emperor Hongzhi said: "Your family must have been a military household for generations."

    "Yes, since the time of Emperor Taizu Gao, we have been ordered to guard the capital. No, the capital was in Nanjing at that time. Our family migrated from Nanzhili."

    Emperor Hongzhi nodded: "It's not easy, leaving home and coming here"

    When they came here they were not living a good life, which was also the deep-seated reason why Emperor Hongzhi found it difficult.

    Emperor Hongzhi smiled: "I don't think you are a military householder, but more like a farmer."

    "I am a farmer." The old man was happy again: "I have been cultivating the land my whole life."

    Emperor Hongzhi: ""

    He couldn't bear to ask any more questions.

    Fang Jifan said from the sidelines: "I see you are so skillful, why not go to Xishan to farm? Xishan recruits talented people."

    "Yeah." There was a look of longing in the old man's eyes: "That's a good place, but it's a pity that I am a military household, otherwise, I would really have to go." He seemed to feel that his straw sandals were irritated, so he took them off on his own.  He came up with his shoes, took out the wheat straw, and scraped the mud from his straw sandals: "Butit's not that life in Yongqingwei is unbearable now, you don't know"

    Speaking of this, the old man paused, his eyes suddenly turned red, and said: "The emperor has pity on us soldiers. A few days ago, he went to the Ministry of War to cause trouble, and asked the Ministry of War to pay"

    Emperor Hongzhi frowned, Yongqing Zuowei was an ordinary guard station. They were granted military land and were self-sufficient. This was the difference between them and the 12th Regiment Battalion.

    The Twelve Regiment Battalions, or the Xiaoqi Battalion, or the Three Thousand Battalions, are all elite and are selected from the various guards. The difference between them and guards like Yongqing Zuowei is that almost everyone has money and food.  It was provided by the imperial court, and the Yongqing Zuowei would not receive any payment unless they fought. They would cultivate their own land and support themselves.

    Zhu Zaimo is fighting for pay for the 12th Regiment Battalion. Logically speaking, it has nothing to do with Yongqing Zuoying.

    Emperor Hongzhi said: "The Yongqing left guard will also be paid."

    "No." The old man shook his head like a rattle.

    Fang Jifan looked at the old man with sympathy. This man his IQ is a bit low. If you don't show it, why are you so happy?

    "But" the old man grinned and smiled again: "But yesterday, after hearing the news, our commander had already said that he would give us more food. Hundreds or thousands of households went there and were scolded by the commander.  , saying that they only know how to exploit the soldiers and don¡¯t treat us as human beings. If we soldiers don¡¯t have enough to eat, all these thousands or hundreds of households will have their skin peeled off. Yesterday, the officials of hundreds of households gave each family an extra two  Ten pounds of rice.¡±

    "Look, isn't this the credit of the emperor's grandson? It's not that the emperor's grandson spoke for us soldiers and even beat the Ministry of War. I heard that the master of the Ministry of War was beaten beyond recognition. Tsk tsk The emperor's grandson is so powerful, we soldiers.  , I will be blessed in the future.¡±

    Emperor Hongzhi was stunned.

    At this moment, even Fang Jifan began to tilt his head, connecting the cause and effect.

    Think about it carefully.

    That¡¯s really what happened.

    In the Ming Dynasty, in the eyes of others, military households were almost the same as those with low status. No one would care about them, and no one would pay attention to them. The military attach¨¦s regarded them as their tenants, but how to pay the rent was almost impossible.  The military attache makes the decision himself, and you can pay as much as you want, otherwise, military law will serve you.

    But the majestic grandson, Tianhuang nobleman, the grandson of the current emperor, the eldest son of His Highness the Crown Prince, and the future heir of the Ming Dynasty, rushed into the Yamen of the Ministry of War for a group of Qiu Ba, and made this matter such a big deal that someone from the Ministry of War was injured.  They were beaten, and the hall was in a mess. Are these commanders blind?

    The emperor and his grandson take pity on these Qiu Ba.

    If this section of the bones, in which guard, there is no hope of life in the ballad of Qiu, hanging up and committing himself, or because of being hungry, the family starves to death.

    &nbspLet me go look for you, look for you.  "

    He hurriedly took a few guards with him. After a while, he found a sickle and looked resentfully at Fang Jifan, who was sitting next to Emperor Hongzhi. Fang Jifan found a cattail leaf fan and waved it leisurely. He deliberately  Make the fan bigger, so that both he and Emperor Hongzhi will be fanned.

    However, Xiao Jing carried a sickle and led several guards into the field.

    Fang Jifan said: "Your Majesty, sometimes I really envy Eunuch Xiao. He can do everything well, such as cutting wheat. Look at his posture, he can really bluff people."

    Emperor Hongzhi said: "Speak less sarcastic words."

    "Oh." Fang Jifan nodded quickly and said, "I don't dare anymore."

    "Come, come, come, someone bring some more water, no, go find some melons, preferably iced ones, Your Majesty wants to eat them! What are you dogs doing here? They are like wooden stakes. Look.  Well, our Majesty is going to die of thirst." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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