The next day, before dawn, Zhu Yunxi had already gotten up.
He had an extremely restless sleep last night, as the majestic imperial city was too deserted and desolate. This palace was built for people to see, not for people to live in.
Today is an auspicious day, so today is the day to pay homage to the imperial mausoleum.
Zhu Yunxi freshened up, and without even having breakfast, he took the military officers of the capital and formed a huge team. They set out from the imperial city and walked to the imperial mausoleum outside the city to worship.
The imperial mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty was called Huangling. In the second year of Hongwu's reign, it was first named Yingling, but it was not adopted.
To the southwest of the capital Fengyang, ten miles away, on an uneven land with somewhat hilly landforms, the majestic imperial mausoleum comes into view.
The imperial mausoleum is also a city, even more magnificent, majestic and more ingenious than the Forbidden City in the capital.
The Imperial Ancestor’s training: “All descendants of the Zhu family are not allowed to wear fancy clothes when worshiping the imperial mausoleum. They must be simple to show their filial piety!”
Zhu Yunxi was dressed in coarse cloth and plain clothes, and wore straw sandals without even hemp ropes on his feet. He had walked in the water, and the gaps between his toes had opened up, and every step he took was painful.
In the words of the old man, it's okay to feel pain. The pain of future generations is nothing compared with the suffering suffered by the ancestors of the Zhu family.
Only pain can keep one's origins from being forgotten.
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In the last years of the Yuan Dynasty, the world was in misery. The people had no food to eat and people died of hunger everywhere.
The Zhu family is an authentic peasant family. After working hard for a year, they can't even have a full meal. They just look like people, but they live like no one at all. In fact, people like them in Guizhou, under the authority of those in power
In the eyes, they are not considered people, just a series of numbers.
I have suffered from hunger since I was a child, but I still have a family.
In the third year of the Zhengzheng Period, there was a severe drought in Huaixi, followed by an insect infestation and then a plague. The family had no overnight food, and their eyes were red from hunger, so they could only drink cold water in large gulps and tighten their belts.
Feel free to be hungry, but people are still there!
Who knew that God was unfair, and within half a month, the old man's parents and his eldest brother all died of illness and starvation.
According to the old man, when he carried his mother's body, his mother was so thin that she weighed less than a few firewood.
That year, the old man was fifteen years old.
When people are alive, they need to eat. When they die, they need to be buried in the ground.
But the Zhu family can't do either of these things.
The scrawny fifteen-year-old, accompanied by his second brother and sister-in-law, looked at the family's bare-walled house with only a straw mat and no coffins but no parents. He wanted to cry but had no tears.
After drinking, the old man said feebly, "We thought at that time, if someone gave our eldest brother a coffin, we would give him my life!"
It's okay if they don't have a coffin. They don't even have a cemetery where their parents are buried. They don't have any property due to the tyranny of the government and natural disasters.
Later, the old man and his second brother kowtowed to their neighbor, the landowner surnamed Liu, in exchange for a piece of sloping land that could not produce food, and used it to bury Anshen.
On the day of the burial, there was a heavy downpour. The two brothers dug a hole while trying to prevent the rainwater from flowing back. The long-term hunger made their hands and feet weak, but the two brothers worked hard, using tools and hands to dig a shelter for their parents before the heavy rain.
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There was a crack of lightning, illuminating the old man's childish face.
He burst into tears because the bodies of his parents and eldest brother had been soaked in the rain.
At the age of fifteen, he couldn't even give his parents and brothers a dry place to stay. The two brothers cried loudly and buried their relatives in the puddle. They stubbornly inserted a branch and then knelt in the rain.
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After burying my loved ones, the weather cleared up.
The fifteen-year-old old man, his sick second brother, the sister-in-law who almost went blind from crying, and the nephew who complained that he was hungry. These are the last few members of the Zhu family.
The kind-hearted aunt next door gave me half a bowl of rice bran, and the kind-hearted uncle in the village gave me a bowl of bran. The family sat together, as if they were reunited during the New Year. They endured the sadness and cooked a pot.
Then, the whole family shared the meal. These rich people fed the pigs, but the pigs didn’t even eat the stuff. They all went their separate ways!
My sister-in-law took her nephew back to her parents' home.
The second brother, leaning on a tree branch, went out to beg for food. We never saw him again in this life.
The fifteen-year-old man had the best life and entered a temple to become a monk.
Zhu Yunxi had never experienced these past events, and they were even unfamiliar. After he walked through the main entrance of the imperial mausoleum, which was two feet high and seventy-five feet long, the images came to his mind. The pictures were particularly clear and sad.
This kind of sadness made his eyes overflow with tears unconsciously.
The emperor's grandson burst into tears, and the courtiers following behind him burst into tears.
Passing through the main entrance of the imperial mausoleum, stepping on the long Shinto, looking at the majestic imperial mausoleum buildings in the distance. Zhu Yunxi suddenly understood why the old man knew that building the imperial mausoleum and the imperial city was a waste of people and money, but he ruthlessly built the whole sky
The biggest, best, most magnificent tomb.
Even if this grave is just for viewing. Even if the people in this grave have never lived a good life!
The saddest thing in the world is that a son wants to be taken care of but refuses to be loved. There is nothing like being a son who has a promising future, but his parents never enjoy the blessings.
Even if he is already the emperor, even if he is the Nine-Five Supreme!
But deep down in his heart, he was still the son of those two poor farmers. He would rather, willingly use all the treasures in the world to be happy at the knees of his parents.
He regarded all the glory and wealth as floating clouds and only thought, even in his dreams, of seeing his parents and family with his own eyes and having a full meal.
He built the largest tomb in the world, not to tell the world how promising he was!
But to make up for the debt my heart owes to my parents and brother.
The Shinto is very long, and Zhu Yunxi's feet on straw sandals were covered in blood and flesh, with bloody marks on every step.
On both sides of the road, there are tall and lifelike stone statues. They seem to be witnesses of this memorial ceremony. These nobles who were previously considered unreachable by the Zhu family are now silently and diligently guarding the underground palace.
Cross the Shinto Road and walk on the Royal Bridge. On both sides are golden palaces and bright towers. They are magnificent, luxurious and majestic!
What used to be common people's graves is now the emperor's mausoleum.
In the imperial mausoleum, Zhu Yunxi's great-grandparents are buried, as well as the old man's three brothers, a sister-in-law, and two nephews.
Going further, there are two huge stone monuments on the east and west sides, one is a Chinese character monument, and the other is a monument to the imperial mausoleum written by the old man himself.
After Li Shanchang built the imperial mausoleum, the old man became furious when he saw the monument.
"If you just whitewash it, it may not be enough to serve as a warning to future generations!"
So I took up the pen myself, crying while writing the monument.
Standing in front of the imperial mausoleum monument, Zhu Yunxi looked up.
"Unfilial son, the son-emperor Zhu Yuanzhang would like to tell you!"
"kneel!"
As officials from the Ministry of Rites sang and shouted beside him, Zhu Yunxi knelt under the monument and read aloud the emperor's autograph.
"In the past, my father lived in this place. Farming was difficult and he was wandering day and night..."
Behind Zhu Yunxi, the hunched old eunuch Gou Ren suddenly stood up straight and shouted, "Your Highness, speak louder!"
"There is a natural disaster in Er, and the family members are suffering..."
Zhu Yunxi almost roared, and under the gaze of his courtiers, he roared and recited.
"The landowner has no regard for my morality, and shouts and screams loudly. He has no regard for the land, and the neighbors are melancholy. Suddenly, brother Yi's generosity has benefited this yellow soil. There is no coffin and coffin, and the body is covered with poor clothes. It is three feet high. How can I pay tribute...
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"What can I do? I have nothing to do. I rely on myself and humiliate myself. I look up to the vast sky. I can't rely on it. I have two shadows facing each other. I rush toward the smoke from the cooking stove. I stumble into the ancient temple at dusk. I look up at the cuiwei of the poor cliff and lean on the green. Listening to the monkeys.
I cry to the moon at night and feel desolate, my soul is wandering but I can't find my parents, my ambition is downcast and I'm wandering around!"
(In the morning, when I see smoke from cooking, I rush there to ask for alms. At night, when I see an ancient temple, I run there to stay. Sometimes, I look up at the towering cliffs and lean on them, listening to the apes moaning under the moonlight.
And I feel extremely desolate. My soul is long, my parents are not here, I am lost, wandering around, the west wind is rustling, and the flying frost is pattering. I am swayed by the wind like a flying pod, and my heart is as uncomfortable as boiling soup.)
As he read and shouted, Zhu Yunxi gradually understood. When he was young, the old man was once confused and asked the world, where is my future? He was also secretly sad, and he was also sad and heartbroken!
Zhu Yunxi also knew that the old man wanted to build Fengyang, the capital, despite the great disapproval.
Dufengyang is not a decoration. Like the imperial mausoleum, it was built for the ancestors of the Zhu family.
Obviously he did not believe in ghosts and gods, but he still proudly told his ancestors how their descendants, Zhu Chong, who was so hungry that he could not even dig a grave with grass and trees to satisfy his hunger, was doing well now, was a comfort to his parents, relatives, and the Zhu family in the future.
No more will we die of poverty, disease, or embarrassment.
"I personally conquered Jingchu, conquered Pinghu, Xiang, and all three seedlings, and entered Guanghai into Xinjiang. I ordered the general to level with Wuyue in the east, Qilu Yao with banners, and Yiluohan in the west. The land is dangerous and the river Huang is entering Hudu.
The market is not easy, and all the tiger ministers show their sharp edges and shine like stars."
Father and mother, look at your son Zhu Zhong, he has finally become a hero.
Brother, sister-in-law, look at your brother, dominating the world!
"Give your Highness...the dirt on your back!"
At Gou Ren's shout, several palace servants placed a heavy pole carrying two loads of soil on the shoulders of Zhu Yunxi, who had never done any work.
"The ceremony begins!"
Zhu Yunxi knelt, his back bent by the weight of the pole, and his shoulders felt bone-chilling pain. He gritted his teeth. He knelt up and down the stone staircase along the diamond wall.
"Are you tired?" Gou Ren shouted loudly.
"Not tired!" Zhu Yunxi gritted his teeth and replied.
"Your Highness, speak louder!"
"Not tired!"
Yes, if your shoulders can’t even carry this little thing, how can you carry the world on your shoulders in the future?
The knee was also broken and covered with blood, and the plain clothes turned dark red.
Finally, we climbed to the top of the treasure.
Zhu Yunxi seemed to have been drained of all his strength, and the pain in his body was unbearable. But he still persisted and sprinkled the new soil on the top of the imperial mausoleum.
This chapter has been completed!