Zhao Dahan smiled and said, "Young Master, our water was made from the well underground, and every household is so sweet."

Emperor Chongzhen smiled and said, "No matter what, I want to thank Brother Zhao for his hospitality."

Zhao Dadao: "Please sit down for a while, I'll go outside to see how the food is."

Emperor Chongzhen said, "Brother Zhao, please give me a gift."

After Zhao Da went out, he didn't come back until the meal started.

Emperor Chongzhen didn't care either.

Sitting in the house is indeed a bit stressful for honest villagers like Zhao Da. Instead of not knowing what to say in the house, it is better to wait outside for the meal to come back and arrange it.

A common table in the homes of ordinary people, a few tattered but sturdy stools, and a few coarse porcelain plates containing dishes on the table, plus a few bowls, that's all.

What surprised Emperor Chongzhen was that in a large bowl on the table, commonly known as a sea bowl, was filled with a chopped chicken.

I don’t know which old hen or the big rooster was so unlucky, but I died of the dining table because of the arrival of my few people.

Zhao Da's old mother also walked out of the house and went to the kitchen to have dinner with her daughter-in-law. Zhao Da's five or six-year-old son who had just returned from a crazy game outside was on the table.

Although Emperor Chongzhen repeatedly tried to keep him, he still couldn't stop him. Even Zhao Da looked like he was used to it.

In fact, it’s no wonder that Zhao Da was unfilial, but the custom at this time was like this. When guests came, women usually didn’t serve the table, and they usually ate in the kitchen. As for boys, no matter how many, they would have a place on the table.

In later generations, this custom gradually decreased. However, in some places such as Shandong, this custom was still retained.

If guests come, only the elders of the family will serve the table. Those with lower generations will eat in another room and do not eat at the same table as the guests. The boys are different. Even if they are only two or three years old, someone will be held on the dining table and eat on the dining table.

Emperor Chongzhen had to wait until Zhao's mother left the house before she sat down and ate.

The food at the farm is really not delicious. Some steamed buns made of cornmeal and some porridge made of cornmeal are the staple food of this meal.

However, the historical novices like Emperor Chongzhen did not remember when corn entered the Ming Dynasty. When they saw the steamed buns, they were surprised and missed the taste of steamed buns they had eaten in their previous life.

Seeing that Emperor Chongzhen did not pick up the chicken in the sea bowl, he kept attacking some pickled wild vegetables and steamed buns. Although he thought that this young master was also a person who had a problem with enjoying happiness, he still advised: "Young Master eats more of this chicken, and they are all eating insects outside, and the taste is quite reasonable."

Emperor Chongzhen nodded, the unlucky chicken on both sides had been served on the dining table, and there was no need for him to be pretentious anymore, just eat it.

As for everyone Zhao missing a chicken because of himself, I will compensate him later.

After thinking it through, Emperor Chongzhen was no longer polite, and immediately stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of chicken and started eating.

As soon as a bite of chicken entered his mouth, Emperor Chongzhen's tears almost fell.

This original farmhouse flavor is rarely eaten before time travel. Even after time travel, the good chicken is made beautiful and beautiful by the imperial chef of the palace, but it has no longer the farmhouse flavor.

There was no wine among Zhao, and the wine Zhao Da took the time to go out to get back just now was not very delicious. Emperor Chongzhen was extremely satisfied with just one meal.

After a meal was over, Emperor Chongzhen didn't know whether Wen Tiren and his other people had any meals, but Emperor Chongzhen himself was full and satisfied.

While drinking the extremely rough tea leaves, Emperor Chongzhen asked, "Brother Zhao, this steamed bun is really good, but why have you never seen it before?"

Zhao laughed and said, "Young Master is a noble man. Why have you eaten coarse grains like corn on weekdays? You don't even think you're hungry and you don't eat them well.

The young master now thinks it tastes delicious, but it just makes me feel a novelty after a moment of eating.”

Emperor Chongzhen nodded and continued: "This year's year is not very good, but Brother Zhao's family can still eat enough, which shows that Brother Zhao is a hardworking person."

Zhao Da smiled silly again and replied: "Young Master is too rewarded. How can the peasant family be full if they are not diligent? Thanks to His Majesty's frequent exemption of taxes and labor service after ascending the throne, this life is much better than before."

Emperor Chongzhen was about to speak, but heard a shout from outside the yard: "Zhao Da! Zhao Da!"

Zhao Daxian sued Emperor Chongzhen, then walked out of the house and came to the yard.

Emperor Chongzhen vaguely heard in the room: "Zhao Da, look for your household registration booklet."

Then there was another conversation, but the voice became lowered.

After a while, Zhao Dacai returned to the house.

Emperor Chongzhen asked, "Is there something wrong with Brother Zhao?"

Zhao laughed and said, "The good tutor learned that now His Majesty has been happy with the eldest princess, but it makes the people in the world enjoy the joy."

Emperor Chongzhen looked curious and asked, "Brother Zhao, please tell me in detail? I'm so curious."

Zhao Dadao: "If you go back to the young master, the government has sent someone to inform the village. Isn't this a notice from house to house? Anyone who has an elderly person over 60 years old can go to the government to get ten kilograms of meat, ten kilograms of noodles, and ten kilograms of oil.

Even those who were born in the first year of Chongzhen would also be given a piece of cloth.”

After saying that, he looked extremely sorry: "But my mother is less than sixty years old, but these good things are not as good as me."

Emperor Chongzhen was amused by the honest man's face full of pity and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao has to work hard. If next year, His Majesty will be happy to be a princess and other people, then Brother Zhao will have the benefits to get."

Zhao Da said depressedly: "Young Master is joking. This is because the eldest princess is born. How can such a good thing happen if His Majesty has more descendants in the future?"

Chongzhen smiled and said, "That's not accurate."

Looking up at the sky, Emperor Chongzhen was about to say goodbye, but he heard the sound of gongs outside the yard, followed by the sound of chuggings.

Emperor Chongzhen was quite curious. He didn't care what Zhao Da refused at the moment, but left a few taels of silver and left, heading towards the place where the bell rang.

It’s not that Emperor Chongzhen is stingy, but that this kind of honest peasant man, giving them too much money at one time is not a good thing.

Even later generations have heard a lot. After someone wins the prize or suddenly becomes rich, countless relatives will come out to borrow money, which makes people very upset. Many of them have good relationships and even turn against each other because of this.

Therefore, it would be better to give it a little, as the money for both sides is several times higher than this meal, but it will not make this man rich overnight.

When Emperor Chongzhen arrived at the farm where wheat and corn were dried in summer in the village, more than 200 men in the village had already arrived.

Just as there are always one or two big willow trees at the entrance of each village, which are like welcoming pine trees, there is always a mill on the field of each village to grind face or corn.

At this time, in addition to the rolling stone, the village of this village was also standing on it.

Emperor Chongzhen didn't care about Wen Tiren and others whom he brought and other villagers, who seemed to be looking at the plague god, and they were far away from him. Instead, he wanted to hear what the village was saying with interest.

Seeing that everyone had arrived almost, Murmasa also coughed, cleared his throat and said, "That, old and young men, I'll tell you something good. I originally wanted to inform you from door to door, but this person is too fucking, so I'll just call you together and talk about it together."

No one of the villagers around him spoke.

Many times, this so-called good thing is nothing. Maybe it can be considered a good thing for others like Li Zheng, but it is not considered a poor family.

For example, corvee service.

But this time, the villagers were thinking a little, because what they were talking about here was really a good thing. "The emperor was happy to have the eldest princess, so he issued an order. Anyone with an elderly person in the family who was over 60 years old or who had just given birth to a daughter this year would be rewarded. Everyone just took the household registration booklet to the county government to collect it."

As soon as Muramasa said, the lower part was in full swing.

From the beginning of the world to the present, I have never heard of such a good thing.

In the past, there were temple fairs, and those songs were mostly sung in the operas. The emperor gave birth to a prince at home and pardoned the world. Have you ever heard of giving birth to a princess to the people?

An old man who looked in his sixties and seventies immediately asked, "I said Zhang Laowu, aren't you fooling me?"

Muramama smiled and said, "Uncle Tai, your generation is here, how dare I fool you? Besides, if what I said is fake, it is just the fake imperial edict mentioned in the play, and I will be beheaded."

The old man who was called Tai Uncle said, "Really? I, Zhang Hushi, lived all my life, but this is the first time I heard that there is such a good thing. But I don't know that you dare to cheat me on this."

Muramama smiled helplessly, but he did not respond to the words when he was a child, but he was beaten up by this grand uncle a lot. Even though he is old now, the shadow left by the child is real.

But suddenly someone asked, "What if I had a son? I just gave birth to a big fat boy two days ago, and this daughter was not born."

Murmama smiled and scolded: "What's wrong with you being deaf? I didn't hear that you gave birth to a daughter? If you want to blame, you Zhang Xiaoliu's wife is not good. Who told her to give birth to a son!"

Zhang Xiaoliu laughed and said, "I'll beat her up when I look back, who told her not to give birth to a daughter for me?"

说音刚落,张小六的脑袋上就挨了太叔公一巴掌:“糊涂!生女儿有甚么用,要是没个儿子,那是绝户!好好疼你媳妇才是真的,要不小心俺揍你!”

After being beaten by my uncle, Zhang Xiaoliu didn't dare to say anything, but just smiled and said, "Isn't this a joke? It's not true. Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Seeing that these family matters were all about the family matters, and even the more they talked, the more they went off the table, and even the tendency to gather pornographic jokes, Emperor Chongzhen lost the interest in reading.

After bowing farewell to Zhao Da, Emperor Chongzhen took Wen Tiren and others to leave Zhangjiazhuang.

Seeing that Emperor Chongzhen was in a good mood, Wen Tiren also made a rare fun and said, "These farmers are quite interesting, and these peaceful days are really good."

Emperor Chongzhen smiled and said, "If all the villages in the world are like Zhangjiazhuang just now, that would be a real good day. As long as there is more fish and more vegetables on the table, these people will probably be much more content."

However, Emperor Chongzhen didn’t have many days to be happy, or in fact, this little girl never wanted to make Emperor Chongzhen happy.

Not far away, I happened to walk to Xiaowangzhuang, which is only a mile away from Zhangjiazhuang.

The entrance of Xiao Wangzhuang's village was also very noisy, but what they were talking about was not what Zhangjiazhuang said just now. Instead, someone was carrying a door panel with a broken mat covering it, and a corner of the clothes with florals was exposed under the mat.

Emperor Chongzhen immediately brought Wen Tiren and others to the side, and asked the people from Xiao Wangzhuang to pass first. At this time, Emperor Chongzhen thought that the dead people in the village were to be buried.

Just after these people passed by, Emperor Chongzhen heard a different meaning from the words of these people.

When he saw that the direction these people were going was exactly where the Shuntian Prefecture Office was located, Emperor Chongzhen frowned and ordered: "Let's go, let's take a look."

But before he could walk far, a group of people followed him, holding wooden sticks and other people in his hands, and ran towards the direction where Emperor Chongzhen was led by a butler.

Wanyan Cheng, who was now disguised from afar but was observing the movements on this side with a thousand-mile mirror, was anxious.

Damn it, how do you want to kill you? It's your business. If you dare to break up your majesty's skin, I will peel you up!

With a wave of his hand, more than a hundred cavalry and Xibe cavalry who had been waiting for orders rode on their war horses and galloped towards the direction where Emperor Chongzhen was.

In fact, it’s not Wanyancheng’s fault for being nervous.

There are only about twenty Jinyiwei and Dongchang men around Emperor Chongzhen now, but there are seventy or eighty people holding guys rushing over behind him, which is more than the people carrying the door panels in front and Emperor Chongzhen.
Chapter completed!