Emperor Chongzhen was not very thirsty, and Zhu Cilang was actually just making an excuse. He just asked Chongzhen to see with his own eyes and see what kind of life the people were like.

This is a house made of mud and thatch. I have to admire the wisdom of the ancients. I can build a house with mud and will not collapse.

Use stones instead of bricks, and then pile them up with mud. Because the mud will crack after air drying, the people's unique mud is added with rice bran and husks, so that the mud will not crack.

Then pile it up layer by layer, and after several layers are dried, layer by layer is like brickwork. Finally, the upper beams are all mortise and tenon structures, without a single iron nail.

Those who can use tiles are all wealthy families, and ordinary people can only use thatch. These thatched huts need to be repaired frequently to prevent rain leakage on rainy days. Moreover, the thatched huts are dry, so you should also pay attention to fire prevention.

Everything is made of local materials. No matter how difficult the environment is, the people can survive tenaciously. And they have survived and reproduced from generation to generation.

The room is very dark, originating from wooden windows, with oil paper sealed on it. This is white paper specially used to paste windows. In addition, the windows are small, so the room is naturally dim in light.

The thatched hut is so small that there is only one earthen stove and one earthen kang. Next to the earthen kang is a black wooden table.

You can't tell whether the color of the table is wood painted or greasy. There is a pile of hay next to the stove. The only thing at home that is not made locally is probably pots and pans.

There is even a spinning wheel in the corner. This thing can be used to textile clothes for the people themselves, or to sell the textile clothes for money.

The only hen in the chicken coop is the source of egg laying. There is also an eight or nine-year-old child next to the table.

The child was ragged and barefoot. His black feet were stepping on the cold ground, and the ground was compacted with mud, which was clean and smooth.

Next to the earthen kang, there is also a pair of tattered straw sandals. The straw rope used to tie the ankles has been cut off, which is why this child likes to be barefoot.

The child was skinny and his ribs were clearly visible. The child was holding a bowl in his hand, and after he finished eating, he was licking the bottom of the bowl. Seeing Chongzhen and others coming in, he hid timidly behind the old man.

Such children have never seen much of the world in these remote and small rural areas. Therefore, when they see strangers, they will instinctively feel shy and fear.

The old man used a scoop of water to scoop out half a scoop of water from the water tank at home. He did not dare to give it to Chongzhen, but handed it to Zhu Cixuan.

Perhaps, a person like Chongzhen, just the momentum emitted from his body was enough to make the old man breathless. Even if no one suspected that he was the emperor, it could be seen that Chongzhen was a domineering figure in a family of aristocratic families.

On the other hand, Zhu Cilang, who was on the side, seemed to treat servants who were poorer than him equally. Moreover, Zhu Cilang was very polite.

Zhu Cilang seemed closer, so the old man handed the water to Zhu Cilang and smiled silly: "Young Master, don't be disgusted."

Zhu Cilang did not dislike it, but Chongzhen was a little disgusted. The water scoop made of this gourd had traces of sewing with cotton thread on it. There were also signs of mold in the sewing areas.

Although the water in the tank looked clean and clear, Emperor Chongzhen had no intention of drinking it. But when you came to someone, you just wanted to drink it. At this time, someone brought the water over, and you would be sad if you didn't drink it.

Zhu Cixuan handed over the water puff: "Dad, you drink water."

Zhu Cilang was like a filial child. He gave the water to his father before he didn't drink it. Chongzhen hesitated for a moment, and finally took the water. However, he just took a sip.

Emperor Chongzhen put the water scoop next to his mouth, or just made a drinking water move. Because Zhu Cilang did not see his throat squirming.

There is no way, if the Supreme Emperor of Nine Five is obsessed with cleanliness, it is still understandable.

The old man seemed to see something was wrong, and his eyes looked at Chongzhen became a little strange. Although you are all the best, Chongzhen's move is undoubtedly a humiliation.

Zhu Cixuan snatched the water scoop and drank several sips. Then, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "What a sweet water."

The old man was immediately happy: "This is the spring water I picked up from the mountain, it is sweet and sweet."

Emperor Chongzhen did not drink water, but became interested in the food in the pot. The food in the pot was dark and half a pot of leftover food that the old man had eaten.

The old man seemed a little ashamed: "Oh, my mother left early. I have to go to the field to work and take care of the child, so I couldn't help but take care of it. I had to cook a pot of rice, and the two of them ate several times at a time. They made several masters laugh."

"Get the bowl over." Chongzhen suddenly said.

Zhu Cilang was stunned. Did his father want to have a meal? Luo Yangxing, who was beside him, rummaging through the boxes and immediately took out a thick bowl from the cabinet.

To be precise, it was from the wooden rack. Then, Luo Yangxing carefully washed the bowl with a scoop of water. Then he walked to the edge of the pot, shoveled a bowl of rice with a wooden shovel, and delivered it to Chongzhen.

Wang Chengen next to him had already tactfully handed over a pair of chopsticks. Emperor Chongzhen took the chopsticks and hesitated for a few seconds.

Then, Emperor Chongzhen sat at the table and started eating the bowl of rice.

There was also a bowl of soybean paste on the table. Emperor Chongzhen ate brown rice and tasted soybean paste. Sweet potato seedlings and mixed grain rice was definitely not delicious, and it even felt a little irritating.

Chongzhen ate voraciously, and everyone was stunned. The old man next to him was even more surprised. This was his home, his meal.

Chongzhen was too busy with the people, as if he regarded this place as his home. He ate brown rice voraciously, and this bowl of rice was much worse than the bowl they ate in the inn.

Even if I, Emperor Chongzhen, starved to death, jumped from here. Even if I died outside, I would not eat anything you have.

Zhu Cilang suddenly remembered that Emperor Chongzhen didn't eat much in the inn. So, he was hungry.

It can be seen from Emperor Chongzhen's voracious swallowing that although the rice in the inn was rough, at least there were no wild vegetables and rough sweet potato seedlings that were difficult to swallow.

In fact, everyone misunderstood that Emperor Chongzhen was not very hungry. The reason why he swallowed voraciously was that he was truly shocked.

He didn't believe it, and couldn't believe that the people were living like this. He wanted to eat it and taste it with his own mouth. He tasted what these people ate.
Chapter completed!