sbdcsierra Chapter 496 He is a reincarnation of the Gluttonous Beast.
Chapter 496 He is a reincarnation of the Gluttonous Beast.
Although Yinzhu felt so hungry he could eat a whole cow, Dexi dared not give him too much to eat. After all, dinner had only been finished a couple of hours ago, and if he got indigestion, he would be the one to be punished later.
"My lord, it's already this late. The kitchen probably only has snacks left. How about I go and cut you some of that leftover watermelon? You should at least have something to eat..."
Dexi had served Yinzuo for so many years, and Yinzuo knew his way of speaking and doing things very well. As soon as he heard what Dexi meant, he understood. It turned out that Dexi was afraid that he would eat too much at night. Watermelon is watermelon, anyway, he only ate a few bites of the half watermelon earlier, and the rest went into his elder brother's stomach.
Watermelon is quite filling. Before he had even finished two slices, Yinzhuo felt full. He took the handkerchief Dexi handed him, wiped his hands, got up and walked around the room a few times before Dexi helped him wash up and go to bed.
Needless to say, Yinzhuo naturally overslept again the next morning. Fortunately, his habit of sleeping in wasn't new; Emperor Kangxi, Yinti, and Yinreng were all used to it.
After washing up, changing clothes, and using a few simple things, Yinzhuo led Dexi toward the courtyard where Kangxi was staying. The journey, which should have taken only a few minutes, took him almost a quarter of an hour, with him walking and stopping frequently.
"Father, what are you busy with? The weather looks nice today, shall we go for a walk?"
Yinzhuo was simply making conversation out of boredom. It was obvious what Kangxi was busy with, given the huge stack of memorials in front of him. If he couldn't see them, he would be blind.
It must be said that Kangxi was incredibly patient with his beloved son, Yinzhuo. Even though he knew Yinzhuo was just making conversation, his answers were never perfunctory.
"What else could I be busy with? The memorials sent from the capital have arrived today. I don't have time to go out with you today. If you want to go out, go find your elder brother and the others."
Compared to going out with Yinti and the others, Yinzuo naturally preferred to go out with me, Emperor Kangxi. After all, his father's principle was that he should be happy as long as he was happy. It's better to have someone to indulge and pamper him than to be controlled by others at every turn, isn't it?
Upon hearing that Kangxi had no time to go out, Yinzhu gave up his idea of running out. He walked dejectedly to Kangxi's side, took off his shoes, climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and then snuggled up to Kangxi, finding a place to curl up.
"And you're talking about my brother? He's a complete glutton! Those two watermelons you gave my son, I kept them for days without eating them. Last night I finally mustered the courage to cut them, and guess what? My brother just went for it! He was like Pigsy from Journey to the West, he devoured my half watermelon piece by piece..."
This time of year is very different from later generations, when watermelons were so plentiful they could be used to feed pigs. Now, these things are a rare commodity. Not to mention winter, even in summer, if you want to eat as many as you want, you need to have some status and position.
When Yinzhu thought of the half watermelon that his elder brother had devoured yesterday, he couldn't help but frown. It wasn't that he was particularly distressed about the little thing, but he felt that it was a bit of a waste for his elder brother to eat such a good thing like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit.
Everything in this world is valued for its rarity. In his previous life, Yinzhuo didn't quite understand why the people of South Korea could eat a watermelon in such an exaggerated way. But now he understood a little, because they really didn't have any... Sigh, another day of missing my great motherland.
Although Emperor Kangxi was reviewing memorials, he was not entirely oblivious to his son beside him. Seeing his son's furrowed brows and deep sighs, he couldn't help but chuckle. He put down his vermilion brush and reached out to touch Yinzhuo's forehead.
"Alright, it's just that your older brother ate half of your watermelon. It's no big deal. I'll just give you another one on his behalf. Since you don't want to go out, don't just sit around doing nothing. Here, this stack of greetings from officials all over the country. If you approve them for me, I'll give you another watermelon."
Although Yinzhuo didn't really want that watermelon, he couldn't bear to see his father, who was over fifty, buried under piles of memorials. Well, he figured he might as well work hard, at least he could get a watermelon.
Although it wasn't the first time Yinzhuo had helped his father deal with these greetings, no matter how many times he had done this job, he still couldn't remain calm whenever he saw those flowery and sycophantic pieces.
“Father, I truly believe that your ministers are all idle and have nothing better to do. Countless things happen in this vast land every day. They are, after all, high-ranking officials. Even if there are no major events happening in their jurisdictions every day, it is impossible for everything to be peaceful. But look at what they are busy with every day. Even if they are gifted writers, such a beautifully written memorial could not have been completed in one go…”
Yinzhu quickly skimmed through the memorial in his hand, then picked up the vermilion brush on the table and casually wrote three large characters on the memorial: "Understood."
Kangxi simply laughed off Yinzhuo's nagging. As for the issues he raised, he could only say that governing the country still had to follow the principle of "clear water has no fish." Major affairs of the court were all interconnected, and it was not so easy to make changes.
Yinzhuo certainly understood this principle, so he only muttered a few words instead of advising his father to make any reforms. You might say, you came to this Qing Dynasty from the future, knowing the hardships of the future, don't you feel regretful for not doing something?
What Yinzhuo wanted to say was that he was just an ordinary person, without the ability to change the world. The only thing he could do was to do what he could within his own capabilities.
As for changing history? Actually, from the moment he came into this world, history had already been changed, hadn't it? After all, there was no living sixth prince during the Kangxi era in history.
With such a restless fellow as Yinzhuo joking around, even the seemingly dry and boring memorials weren't so tedious to review.
What's that saying again? You can question whether Yinzhuo's body is useless, but you absolutely cannot question his brain. Back then, he was able to make those group of princes who were eccentrically challenged in the Imperial Study cry. Doesn't that already prove that his intelligence was far ahead of others?
With his almost photographic memory, Yinzhuo handled the pile of memorials in front of him with relative ease. Apart from occasionally being speechless by the content of the memorials, everything went smoothly. In less than an hour, they were almost done with their work.