All things born will undergo a process from birth to aging. Nothing is eternal.
However, this kind of aging is particularly cruel to people, because behind aging is death.
For other crops, their senescence is actually maturity.
When a person dies, his soul returns to the dust, and crops mature for human use.
This also proves that everything in nature is a law that nourishes human beings.
But if you think about it more deeply, there are actually some unsatisfactory aspects to this whole cycle.
For example, we humans, when we harvest crops that can sustain us and extend our lives, we never thank these crops, but thank heaven and earth.
In fact, our ancestors have regarded everything they have received as a gift from God.
Is it heaven or God that we thank?
Is it a creation? Or must we show devotion to something unknown and ethereal?
And after this kind of pious worship, all our efforts and hard work are so insignificant.
You see, because there is heaven, there are us.
If we don't have the sky above our heads, what's the use of being as diligent as ants?
Without this sky, even if you farmed twelve hours a day, you would still not have enough to eat or clothing to keep warm.
Is there life in heaven?
Human life comes from parents, what does it have to do with God?
Man has created everything in this world, why should he put his creation after God's wise gift?
In fact, the sky was also created by humans.
People are so mean, they always try to restrain themselves by the things they create?
No, it's not because people are mean, nor is it because the sky is so unfathomable.
But there are people, people who stand at the top of the human food chain, who need the sky. They need a commanding height above the clouds like the sky to rule.
This kind of people are called rulers. They integrate the simplest human emotions such as gratitude and reverence into etiquette. Therefore, there is respect for heaven, kneeling and worship, hierarchy and respect.
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In the early morning of late autumn, the breeze could not disperse the mist, and the light water vapor followed it like a shadow.
When the morning bell of the Forbidden City rang, Zhu Yunxi got up from the bed, washed himself and put on the linen clothes that Guanglu Temple had prepared long ago.
On an auspicious day in mid-spring, the emperor personally went to the plowing fields. In autumn and summer, when he heard that the crops were bearing fruit, he chose an auspicious day and stored them in the sacred warehouse.
The emperor is the ruler, so it is natural that he should use this disordered set of heaven and earth etiquette to rule his subjects.
The best way to rule is to set an example.
In spring, during the Spring Plowing Festival, the emperor himself would help the plows in the fields. The emperor would push the plows three times, the three ministers would push five, and the princes and princes would push nine.
Autumn is about to be harvested, and the emperor will once again worship the god in charge of storage and go to the fields to participate in the harvest.
This year's autumn harvest ceremony is different from previous years, because the agricultural officials responsible for planting red potatoes at Li Jinglong's village said that the red potatoes are ripe.
Everyone in the court has been looking forward to this day for a long time, thinking that this kind of crop can provide more food rations to the people of the world and reduce famines.
If you can really produce tens of stones per acre, it will be the auspiciousness of the Ming Dynasty. If you write it in a big book, it will be admired and praised by thousands of people.
In addition to a good harvest, the significance of red potatoes is also unusual.
He can embody the majesty and grace of God and make people more pious.
Zhu Yunxi walked out of Lezhizhai in linen clothes and walked slowly towards the old man's palace.
The morning in the Forbidden City was exceptionally quiet. Occasionally, birds flew down from the branches, and a few vigilant wild cats quickly disappeared after seeing the emperor's guard of honor.
Then, when the emperor's team passed by, they turned back again, climbed up the wall proudly, and looked at the team in the distance with disdain.
Then, he squinted his eyes and stared at the birds on the branches with eager eyes.
"Grandpa Huang, have you gotten up?" Outside Yong'an Palace, Zhu Yunxi asked Pu Bucheng who was kneeling outside the palace to greet him.
"As for me, my old master has been up a long time ago!" Pu Bucheng, also dressed in sackcloth, said with a smile, "I just drank two bowls of millet porridge, I'm waiting for you!"
Zhu Yunxi nodded and solemnly walked into Yong'an Palace, facing the main hall where the old man lived.
Outside the palace, in addition to the palace eunuchs standing with their hands hanging, there were also several historians who kept recording their every word and deed.
"Grandson, please give me a respectful greeting, Grandpa Huang!"
Zhu Yunxi stood under the white marble elixir steps, kowtowed and spoke.
With a creak, the door to the old man's bedroom slowly opened.
First a crutch poked out from inside, then a pair of somewhat damaged cloth shoes, and then the same old man in linen clothes walked out slowly and majestically.
"Grandpa Huang, my grandson will always greet you as a gift for the autumn harvest!"
"Got it!" the old man said lightly, waved his crutches, indicating that Zhu Yunxi didn't need to come up to help him, straightened his back and came down from the Dan steps.
"Have you had breakfast?" The old man walked up to Zhu Yunxi and asked with a smile.
"My grandson ate four elephant-eye buns with mutton filling in the morning!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
The old man nodded with satisfaction, "Well, only when you are full can you have the strength to work!" He said, laughing, "In the folk, no matter how poor a family is, they have to eat two dry meals during the autumn harvest."
At this point, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"
Pu Bucheng, who was standing next to him, immediately shouted, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, take off!"
In the corridor of the shrine, the two men walked in front, followed by a long procession.
As soon as the two men left the harem and passed through Zuo'anmen, countless people knelt down outside and shouted "Long Live Long Live".
The leading officials and ministers are also in hemp clothes.
Then the two men got on the royal chariot, and Wu Baiguan then walked and drove out of the palace in a mighty manner.
In ancient times, the more sage the emperor was, the more he should pay attention to the Spring and Autumn Classics.
The rulers have made rules, and they must abide by them.
The grand procession left the palace gate, and the outside was full of Jinwu guards and imperial guards in costumes.
As the heavy palace door opened, the light between heaven and earth completely fell down. The fog and water vapor in the clouds disappeared under the sunlight.
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The imperial chariot was very spacious, enough for the two of them to lean inside without looking like emperors.
The old man glanced at the people outside, then turned around with some disdain on his face, "We told you a long time ago, don't make such a big fight. Is this the way to go to work? It's not that we look down on these people, give them
From two acres of land, they can harvest as much as dogs can chew!"
Zhu Yunxi put Nuanluo in the old man's hand and said with a smile, "Ever since the courtiers found out about Hongshu, they have all watched with eager eyes. Especially the Ministry of Rites, a group of officials have been giving gifts to their children and grandchildren all day long, for fear that the scale of the ceremony would be too small.
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"Fuck!" the old man scolded with a smile, "How can you do such a big battle? If God doesn't give you face, you will get nothing if you don't." He said, sighing, "You're all fucking fooling around."
As he spoke, the old man held up the tea bowl and said, "Grandson, if this sweet potato yields tens of dan per mu, where do you plan to promote it next?"
"Sun'er has discussed with officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs," Zhu Yunxi said, "the grain harvested this autumn will be given to the north first, especially to the border areas."
Naturally, the potato seeds produced by just one farm were not enough to distribute throughout the empire, so things were done in a prioritized manner.
"Since flood potatoes don't have to pick the land and are not afraid of droughts and floods, they should be promoted in poor areas first. We will work with local officials to cultivate improved varieties and promote them as appropriate." Zhu Yunxi continued, "At the same time, in the capital, the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development immediately asked the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development to expand the scale of breeding.
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"Well!" The old man nodded, "This matter can't be rushed. It will take a few years before everyone in the world can use it." As he said that, he suddenly looked at Zhu Yunxi, "But when doing things, you have to distinguish between near and far. Everything else.
It’s okay to put the place on hold for a while, but we can’t neglect it in Fengyang, our hometown.”
"Don't worry, Grandpa Huang!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "My grandson has already told me to take the lead in promoting it in Fengyang."
This answer obviously made the old man feel good.
"Hmm, our hometown is so good. No one else can say anything about it." Then he said, "Tell Fengyang Liushou that the mausoleum fields next to our ancestors' mausoleums will be planted for us."
Hongshu!”
"Hey, if our ancestors knew about this wonderful thing, they would be even happier than knowing that I became the emperor."
This chapter has been completed!