"By God's blessing, the emperor issued an edict: King Zhu Di of Yan has made arrogant comments about the government. From now on, he will be demoted to a common people and given ten acres of thin farmland. Go away and farm!"
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Looking at the imperial edict, Zhao Dezhu's mentality collapsed. I just dressed as Zhu Di and wanted to be an emperor, but ended up being driven away to farm? You start with a dilapidated house, ten acres of wasteland, and not even a cow.
But is Brother Zhu a mortal? After all, we are the kings of papers who have received nine years of compulsory education!
Farming daily life:
Drought? Digging canals to divert water and setting up a drip irrigation system;
Pest? Raise chickens and ducks in the ground for purely natural biological control;
So poor that you eat dirt? There are stalls selling barbecue in the night market, and the fragrance of the secret sauce spreads far and wide;
The farmer next door mocked him as a mud-legged prince? Zhu Di took out vegetables from the greenhouse: "This is called off-season sales, you understand?"
Until one day, Zhu Yuanzhang paid a private visit incognito and saw his son who was supposed to starve to death lying on a recliner counting money, with peppers, tomatoes, potatoes piled in front of him...
Lao Zhu was confused: "What are these?"
Zhao Dezhu, no, it should be Zhu Di, grinned: "Father, a new variety, come to Genhuazi... Oh no, would you like to have a cucumber?"
