Back and forth: I brought supplies to help the impoverished prince

Chapter 206: Conferring the title of king and granting fiefdom

Emperor Gao Wen looked at Wen Jiu in silence, his eyes occasionally falling on Qiao Shinian. In the hall, the sound of silk music continued.

"Alas, you are still the same as before. Looking at you, I feel guilty! I have had a hard time for you these years." Emperor Gao Wen suddenly sighed.

Wen Jiu happily cupped his hands and said, "Then shall I go back to my seat and continue eating?"

"No hurry, let me ask you first, you have worked hard for me, Chu Wen, for all these years, what reward do you want?"

After hearing what Wen Jiu said, he turned his head and looked around, his eyes fell on Mo Cheng: "Father, after I returned to the country, the goddess saw me again in a dream. She said that I should become a prince who can benefit the people, and she told me not to forget the pain of having no food to eat.

She said that I should integrate into the community of the people. She said that she gave me potatoes to help me because she saw that I was living a miserable life, so she could better understand how it felt to have no food to eat.

Now, I ask the emperor to grant me a piece of land, considering that I have been a hostage for many years. When I am familiar with the way of growing food, and when I have planted rice fields that can feed everyone, I will return to the capital to accompany you and honor you."

After these words were spoken, many people moved.

“May I ask, Your Highness, how are you going to ensure that the people of Chuwen have enough food to eat?” a minister stepped forward.

Wen Jiu frowned, looking puzzled: "Who is this person?"

"Prime Minister Tao Youmin." The old man stood up and introduced himself without waiting for others to introduce him.

"Oh, it's the Prime Minister. My apologies." Wen Jiu hurriedly saluted Tao Youmin.

Tao Youmin was shocked and quickly returned the greeting: "Thirteenth Prince, please don't embarrass me like this. I just want to ask, how do you make sure that the people of Chuwen have enough food? Could it be that the goddess gave you food again? But as far as I know, you can no longer see the goddess.

Your remarks are not prudent. Although you have been a hostage in Zhou for many years, as a prince, you should share the country's worries. If you want to be crowned king for this, it is a great mistake for Your Highness!"

After hearing these remarks, Wen Jiu just looked at Mo Cheng with a smile, and there was a sense of pride in his eyes: "What a coincidence, I just returned to the country, and the goddess gave me several bags of grain seeds. Yesterday morning I thought I was dreaming, but it turned out not to be."

After saying that, Wen Jiu shouted to His Highness, "Someone! Bring it in for me."

As soon as Wen Jiu finished speaking, two guards came in carrying a bag of sweet potatoes, followed by a palace maid coming in holding a bowl of rice.

"Father, I have brought two of these things here for your inspection." Wen Jiu walked to the sweet potato, took one out of the bag and threw it into the stove: "What I just threw into the stove is the sweet potato. This is the most filling thing. It can be used as a food reserve when food is scarce. It is good to cook it with porridge, steam it with rice, or roast it like this.

More importantly, if we can’t finish eating it after growing it in large quantities, we can chop it up and feed it to livestock, which is quite good.

This is rice from the God Realm. Although gods don’t need to eat, they still have appetites just like us, so the rice they have is better. Although the gods’ things have no effect in the God Realm when they are in the mortal world, as mortals, the rice production will be more than ours now.”

After Wen Jiu finished speaking, he looked at the gloomy faces of the Zhou Kingdom envoys and suddenly looked embarrassed: "Father, I suddenly remembered that I am in danger now. After all, I can bring great benefits to Chu Wen. So, is there anyone who wants me dead? "

After Wen Jiu finished speaking, he was afraid: "Father, you must send two masters to protect me, otherwise what should I do if someone assassinates me while I am farming in the future?"

Wen Jiu's smugness was almost written all over his face.

Watching Wen Jiu's exaggerated and hard-working performance, Qiao Shinian secretly glanced at Emperor Gao Wen who was sitting on the high throne.

The sweet potatoes have already given off a fragrance in the blazing charcoal fire, and the roasted sweet potatoes are about to be born.

When Wen Jiu saw that his father was just looking at him with a smile, his heart skipped a beat and he thought back to the words he had just chosen. Could it be that he had made a mistake somewhere?

"Father, please wait a moment. The roasted sweet potatoes will be ready in another quarter of an hour." Wen Jiu looked embarrassed. He walked to the stove, picked up the tongs used by the palace servants to hold the charcoal fire, and turned the roasted sweet potatoes.

A quarter of an hour later, Eunuch Gao walked up to Emperor Gao Wen with a plate of roasted sweet potatoes in his hand and whispered, "Your Majesty."

Emperor Gao Wen remained silent, but glanced at Eunuch Gao, who immediately looked at Wen Jiu: "Thirteenth Prince, this thing..."

Wen Jiu didn't wait for him to ask, and walked forward directly, using a handkerchief to break the roasted sweet potato apart, revealing the golden and fragrant roasted sweet potato: "Move aside, let me demonstrate for my father."

As he spoke, he took the chopsticks from the tray, picked up a chopstick and placed it in the jade bowl in front of Emperor Gao Wen, and said respectfully: "Father, please eat."

Just as Eunuch Gao was about to take the silver needle to test it, Emperor Gao Wen waved his hand, picked up the bowl and ate it with chopsticks. After a while, he laughed and said, "Good! Good! Good! Take it down and let the Prime Minister have a taste too."

Eunuch Gao smiled and replied, "I obey your command."

The atmosphere suddenly became cheerful again.

After the prime minister had used it, he immediately knelt down to congratulate him: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, for receiving the food bestowed by the goddess!"

"Congratulations to the Emperor for receiving the food bestowed by the Goddess."

At the banquet, everyone knelt down and cheered.

"That's right! Wen Jiu, I now confer upon you the title of Prince Yongle. You have not been by my side all these years, and I really owe you that. Yongle, Yongle, I wish you peace and happiness forever. As for the fiefdom, I will choose one carefully for you." Emperor Gao Wen patted the shoulder of Wen Jiu, who was kneeling on the ground with his head down.

He helped Wen Jiu up and waved his hand: "Everyone, stand up! Come, bring the map. I want to choose a fief for Prince Yongle in public!"

Qiao Shinian glanced at Wen Jiu, then his eyes fell on the surrounding court officials. Compared with five years ago, Wen Jiu was no longer the down-and-out prince who was bullied by others.

Whether they like it or not, from now on, Wen Jiu will be Prince Yongle, a prince with his own fiefdom, a prince blessed by the goddess.

Blessed by the Goddess...

Qiao Shinian lowered his eyes. As the king of a country, would he really want his son to be the one blessed by the goddess?

Is it really a good thing for an unpopular prince to receive treatment that even the king of a country doesn't have?

Wen Jiu wouldn't have thought of this, right? Did what she did help Wen Jiu, or did it plant a huge hidden danger for Wen Jiu now? How could Wen Jiu explain to Emperor Gao Wen that he had no ulterior motives?

Qiao Shinian lowered her eyes, feeling worried. After all, her and Wen Jiu's motives were not simple.

"That's it. Xingzhou has fertile land and is suitable for farming. Wen Jiu, from now on this is your fiefdom!"

When Qiao Shinian looked up, he saw Emperor Gao Wen pointing at the map with one hand and patting Wen Jiu's shoulder with the other, like a kind father.