If you sell me for two buckets of rice, my parents will live half a year longer!
Twelve short words, full of sad words!
In the eyes of the world, how heroic and heroic the old man was when he led a group of poor brothers, raised their swords from Huaixi, and fought against the ancient gold and iron horses.
In fact, if you look closely, you still have food for the night, so who wants to fight and lose your life!
If you are not really desperate, who would be willing to poke a hole in the sky!
Standing in the majestic mausoleum of the emperor, there is a slight cold wind, and the reflection outside the window is whirling. Zhu Yunxi's restless modern soul, which is always eager to make achievements, seems to be moved by these past events and the old man's good intentions.
Two words were engraved.
responsibility!
As an emperor, the whole world supports one person. You can do whatever you want and do whatever you want, but you cannot forget the responsibility of the emperor and your origin.
If you forget, there will be countless people like the Zhu family in the world who will rebel against you!
This is the simplest truth and the most profound lesson!
After worshiping at the imperial mausoleum, there is the Temple of Meritorious Officials.
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Zhu Yunxi's chariot was much larger than when he paid homage to the imperial mausoleum. There were tens of thousands of soldiers along the way, and in addition to the military officials, there were dozens of disabled old people in the team.
After arriving at the Temple of Meritorious Officers, the people guarding the place were all gray-haired veterans with mutilated bodies.
The Temple of the Founding Heroes of the Ming Dynasty is located in Yinglingfang in the capital. The main hall is not very grand, but it is full of a chilling atmosphere.
Zhu Yunxi led the people into the gate of the Meritorious Ministers Temple, and faced a stone tablet full of names engraved on it.
Unlike the Imperial Ancestral Temple, which is reserved for the heroes of the capital, most of the Huaixi men who died early in the war did not wait for the founding of the Ming Dynasty. In fact, these men did not have their own names until they died in battle. The names engraved on the stone tablets are still the same as those of the Mongolians.
Under the Yuan Dynasty, the numerical names of the Han people.
For example, Chen Sanwu, Xu Er, Zhang San, Li Si...
Children of the Han Dynasty were given names by their parents, which were taboo when they were alive and became tombstones when they died. However, under the rule of the Meng Yuan Dynasty, the poor people did not even have the most basic dignity. To choose a name, you have to pay a poll tax to the government, and you have to pay money. Poor people
, can’t afford it, dare not call.
After walking past the stone monument and entering the main hall, Zhu Yunxi immediately felt that the surrounding scene was very familiar.
It turns out that the hall of the Governor's Mansion of the Fifth Army is exactly the same as this main hall. The Governor's Mansion of the Fifth Army in the capital has many armors of heroes. In addition to the memorial tablets, this hall is filled with weapons and other objects used by the heroes back then.
Main hall, Mingxun Pavilion,
On the front, on the left and right sides, there is a tall tablet. Behind the tablet is a lifelike portrait of a real person.
On the left, the man with a round face and dull eyes is Xu Gong, King of Wuning, the hometown of Ming Dynasty.
On the right, the man with flying beard and energetic look is Chang Gong, King Wu Zhongwu of Kaiping during the Ming Dynasty.
After the two famous generals, there are also portraits of heroes.
For a time, Zhu Yunxi had mixed feelings in his heart, "It is said that the merits and demerits are left to future generations to comment on, but without these heroes and martyrs of the Ming Dynasty, I am afraid that it would still be a luxury for southerners to have their own names at this time!"
In the Xun Pavilion, Zhu Yunxi and his military ministers stood still, and veterans of hundreds of battles stood outside the pavilion. The ministers and eunuchs retreated far away, leaving only two living officials responsible for recording.
"Send incense!" Zhu Yunxi said.
The flower clouds fell, and the armored guards lit the incense in the copper stove in front of the memorial tablet.
Everyone looked solemn. Chang Sheng, the founder of the country, walked up to the portrait of Chang Yuchun and offered incense with his own hands. He could hardly help himself, with tears streaming down his face and suppressing his cries.
"Father, His Highness is here to see you!"
As soon as he shed tears, the surrounding guards of Zhu Yunxi all shed tears secretly. They were all the sons of meritorious officials, and they felt sorry for each other. Outside the pavilion, the veterans of hundreds of battles who stood solemnly, although there was still no expression on their faces,
The sadness in the eyes is beyond words.
Zhu Yunxi slowly walked to the portrait of Chang Yuchun, "This is the first time I have seen the portrait of the late King Kaiping!"
"This is the portrait of my father made by the painter Semuren ordered by the emperor in the year of Hongwu. It is the most similar one!" Chang Sheng said, wiping his tears.
"Gu, personally serve the wine!"
As soon as the words fell, the people around him were immediately moved and shouted, "No, Your Highness!"
"Your Highness is the king, and all the meritorious officials are ministers. Coming to the temple to offer sacrifices to the meritorious officials is already a huge honor, how can I allow His Highness to serve wine!" Chang Sheng said loudly.
Zhu Yunxi smiled faintly, looked around at the ministers in the pavilion and the veterans outside the palace, and said, "Although they are monarchs and ministers, they are also ancestors. Without them, there would be no Ming Dynasty. There would be no more four classes of people.
It’s no longer a peaceful world for cows and horses.”
"I am here to offer sacrifices. Although I am the grandson of the emperor, I am also the junior of these meritorious officials." As he said that, Zhu Yunxi put one glass of wine in front of the spirits of the meritorious officials and held one cup in his hand. "This glass is to pay tribute to the heroes of the Ming Dynasty.
Ming dynasty!"
In the Xun Pavilion, after everyone was slightly stunned, they shouted loudly.
"Your Highness, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"
The cry is like the wind blowing. The sandalwood incense rises and the portrait moves slightly.
A glass of water and wine fell to the ground, and the suppressed crying finally turned into a howl.
Behind the Prime Minister, Cao Guogong Li Jinglong knelt under the portraits of his grandfather Li Zhen and father Li Zhong, crying loudly.
"Grandpa, father, Your Highness has given you a toast!"
"Today, I propose a toast in front of all the heroes. The Ming Dynasty will last forever, and Han's ambition will be as high as the mountains!"
Afterwards, the animals were slaughtered outside the Xun Pavilion and offered in front of the spirit. The gold paper was burned and the sacrifice table was recited.
"The ruler of the Yuan Dynasty lost his virtue and his beauty was ruined. The man grew up in the grass and had ambitions in all directions."
"The heroes are self-sufficient in teaching, and their swords and spears are clanging in the world; Yuan Gang cannot be uplifted by the methods of other generations of ancestors, so how can heroes be kind? I am Zhang Huangshi, flying flags and horns, brave men serve, wise men praise Xiang."
(groups in the same group, qun.)
"The pass is set, the streets are resounding, and the Xuantu music is flowing. To return to the book, there are three kings from the Southern Dynasty. The tripod is set against the Jinling, and the tiger is sitting on it to honor the phoenix. The stars are high in the sky and the moon shines across the sea. Zhongshan
Zhenyue and the mountains touch Yinhuang."
Reciting loudly, Zhu Yunxi looked at the portraits of his predecessors and said silently.
"The younger generations are here to warn all the sages. The splendid Ming Dynasty you have built will never repeat the same mistakes again, and the lives will be ruined, and the rivers will fall into the hands of foreigners. Nor will they remain complacent and cause the country to lose your heroic spirit. The country may have its glory days.
, Heroes have been born from generation to generation in China. And the Yi and Di people have been united, and China has always been at the top of Kunlun."
After the sacrifice table is finished, the ceremony is completed.
Then, Zhu Yunxi led his people outside the Xun Pavilion. Only to find that there was nothing under the stone tablet with many names engraved on it.
"Why are there no sacrifices here?" Zhu Yunxi asked displeasedly, "I am here alone to worship the heroes of the Ming Dynasty. Aren't the people on this stone tablet the heroes of the Ming Dynasty?"
Hero is a title that belongs to a few people.
Most people are drowned in the long river of history. It is a blessing to be able to leave a name in history!
This time, there was no need for officials to accompany all the actions. Several disabled veterans with gray hair and beards were already busy. Tributes were placed under the stone tablet, and gold paper was lit in the huge stone furnace.
"What is a hero? You are a hero who lived and died for the Ming Dynasty. Even if you don't have a title or a name, you are still a hero!" Zhu Yunxi looked around at the officials, "The names on this monument are all heroes who died for the Ming Dynasty. You will follow.
To worship the meritorious ministers alone in the temple, and not to worship them, would be a perfunctory task!"
"I am guilty!" Wu Zhong, the general manager of Huaixi, pleaded guilty.
"Your Highness, it's not the officials who are perfunctory!" Outside the crowd, an old man with a severed hand, a veteran of hundreds of battles, said, "Every year in the Meritorious Temple, the brothers who died in the war have incense. Today, Your Highness is offering sacrifices to the heroes of the Ming Dynasty. I am.
Brothers, being able to have a name on the stone tablet is already a sign of merit from our ancestors. How dare you let His Highness personally worship!" He said with a simple smile, "I am satisfied to have a name on the stone tablet. Like me, I am disabled but not dead.
I will never be without such grace in the future!"
Zhu Yunxi looked at the other party's severed hand and said gently, "You are heroes when you fight for the country!" Then, he paused and said, "Old man, what is your name? Why is your hand broken?"
"Zhao Er..." the old man thought for a while and grinned, "My grandpa started it. Later, during the war, I caught him... and recruited him.
Mr. Xiu Cai gave him a name, Zhao Shouren!" As he said this, the other finger, which was also missing two fingers, scratched its head and said with a smile, "I can't read, so I can't remember it!"
Hearing him speak with a Huaixi accent, which was somewhat similar to the old man, Zhu Yunxi felt friendly and asked, "Is your hometown also from Fengyang?"
"It's just three miles away from the emperor's village. All the young people in our village went to fight with the emperor!" The old soldier laughed, "This hand was just thrown away in Luoyang. It hurts me!"
Seeing his simplicity, Zhu Yunxi laughed and said, "How are you doing?"
"Well, we have 100 acres of land at home, several cows, mules and donkeys, and my grandson's wife has raised a large group of chickens!" The veteran grinned, "Your Majesty's grace does not allow us to pay taxes on grains, so we can grow as much as we want.
It’s my own!”
At this time, someone else interrupted and said with a smile, "Your old Zhao family has the best life, and there is also an oil press! Your Highness, this man is an old man. He has never given gifts to old brothers like us in these years.
Try some soy sauce!"
"What are you doing, Hu Qin?" Zhao Er couldn't help but asked, "In front of His Majesty, are you trying to tear me down?" As he said this, he suddenly became bold and ignored the fact that the manager of Huaixi next to him was so anxious that he couldn't stop sweating from his forehead.
He winked and boldly said, "Your Highness, I dare to ask for a favor. If you don't mind, come and sit at my house. I have a house in the city!"
As he said that, he looked around, looked at the people around him, and said proudly, "Come on, everyone, I... I can't live without risking my life!"
"Hahaha!" Zhu Yunxi burst out laughing at the veteran's honesty.
"How outrageous!" Gou Ren gritted his teeth in anger and his face turned livid, "In front of His Highness, you are saying such arrogant things and yet you still don't apologize!"
"It doesn't matter!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "He is also outspoken!"
Zhao Er smiled honestly again, then looked at Gou Ren and moved his lips.
He is clearly saying silently, "You eggless coward!"
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Let me tell you a few words from my heart. This book is very long. I set the outline and plot to be four million words.
The Thief has no other ideas, he just hopes to write it down well and dedicate a good book to everyone.
There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. They have different opinions and understand each other.
This chapter has been completed!