(Thank you for your support, I am so scared, I will work hard to repay you with my works)
(Many book friends don’t understand the character Zhu Yunxi. Let me do some popular science by the way. Zhu Yunxi is Zhu Biao’s legitimate second son, and his biological mother is Chang Yuchun’s daughter. Zhu Yunwen is Zhu Biao’s concubine, the second in line. After the death of Zhu Biao’s eldest son, he became
The eldest son of a concubine, his biological mother is Lu.)
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“Grandpa Huang, let’s have a bowl of porridge!”
In the palace, Zhu Yunxi held a bowl of fragrant, sticky and shiny porridge and said with a smile.
A few days passed, and Zhu Yuanzhang's complexion became better and better. Not only did the old man stop coughing at all, his complexion became rosy, and he could often go out for a few laps.
These days, Zhu Yunxi slept directly outside Zhu Yuanzhang's palace, taking care of him without taking off his clothes. Whether it was the court ministers or Zhu Yuanzhang's concubines in the harem, they all praised him.
During the day, Zhu Yunxi met with his ministers outside the palace and handled government affairs. Zhu Yuanzhang made remarks from time to time.
At night, the two of them would tell jokes and then go to bed separately.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the porridge with disgust, frowned on the dragon bed and said, "I have this thing every day, can I change it?"
"You are not feeling well now. The imperial doctor said you should not eat too much oil and should eat light food!" Zhu Yunxi blew and fed Zhu Yuanzhang.
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"If you don't eat it, it has no taste at all!" Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head and said, "At least give me some pickles!"
Old child, old child, Zhu Yuanzhang is no different from an ordinary old man who is in trouble at this moment.
Zhu Yunxi had no choice but to say outside, "Bring it in!"
The palace attendants outside lowered their heads, carefully brought the pickles in, and then lowered their heads to go out.
These palace people were all grateful to Zhu Yunxi. The emperor had a bad temper, especially in recent years. In the palace, many palace people were killed with a stick because of poor service.
With King Wu here these days, the old prince is in a happy mood and the palace people don't have to worry.
"In the whole world, I have never heard of any emperor who likes to eat pickles!" Zhu Yunxi smiled, cut the mustard shreds into thin strips, mixed them with sesame oil, sesame vinegar, soy sauce, and soaked them in water.
"In the whole world, which emperor is as low-born as your grandfather and I? What happened to the pickles? Pickles are a good thing!" As he said that, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly shouted, "Grandson, what are you doing? Soak the pickles in the water and add the sesame oil."
It’s all soaked and the taste is gone!”
Zhu Yuanzhang's behavior reminded Zhu Yunxi of his previous life, when his grandfather made a fuss about drinking in the hospital bed.
He mixed the pickles into the porridge and served it with a spoon, "The sesame oil is too greasy, so you have to eat less now. Master, be obedient and eat it!"
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and swallowed the food, then laughed again, "Damn it, no one dares to take care of us in this life. When we get old, our grandson will take care of us, haha!"
"In a few years, your grandson and your great-grandson and great-granddaughter will take care of you together!" Zhu Yunxi continued to feed and said with a smile.
Zhu Yuanzhang was startled for a moment, then laughed, "Now that you don't have a wife, you still want to give birth to a grandson for us?" As he said that, he looked at Zhu Yunxi up and down, "He is a man, and his stubble has come out. Grandpa!"
, it’s time to tell you about my wife!”
"Then you give your grandson a good choice!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
"Tell me, what do you want?" When Zhu Yuanzhang talked about his grandson's marriage, he perked up and said with a smile.
"Marry a virtuous wife!" Zhu Yunxi continued to feed him, "My grandson doesn't want the beauty of the country, but he wants someone with a heart like his grandfather and mother, who knows how to live, has a kind temper, and is generous."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, these words came to his heart.
There are many beautiful concubines in the harem, but in his eyes, a wife must be a woman who knows how to live a good life, can love others, and is a good hand both inside and outside.
At this moment, Huang Gou'er came over and reported, "Your Majesty, Fu You, the Minister of Household Affairs, and Wu Zhiyu, the Minister, are here to see you!"
"Pass!" Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.
After a while, the ministers and ministers in charge of the Ming Dynasty's finances, as well as Duzhi Silang and other officials came in.
"I am waiting to see you, Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, your Majesty the King of Wu!"
"Get up!" Zhu Yunxi put down his bowl and said with a smile, "Give them a seat!"
"Thank you, Your Highness!"
Then the palace servants brought in small round stools, and the ministers sat down on their buttocks.
The monarchs and ministers at this time did not seem to be like the Qing Dynasty a few hundred years later, where they would live forever or die if they didn't.
"Your Majesty..."
As soon as Fu You, the Minister of Household Affairs, opened his mouth, Zhu Yuanzhang interrupted him and pointed at Zhu Yunxi, "He is the prisoner of the country. Tell him. We are sick and uncomfortable now!"
Fu You smiled sarcastically and said, "Your Majesty, King Wu, the first batch of stamps has been printed. Please take a look at it!" After he finished speaking, the Minister of Household Affairs behind him bowed slightly and handed over a hard copy of the memorial.
Opening it directly, you will find the first-generation stamps of the Ming Dynasty attached to the cardboard shell, still smelling of ink.
The stamps are about the same size as a cigarette box. There are four big characters written on one stamp, Daming Post. The characters are not pretty, but they are vigorous and powerful. They were printed based on Zhu Yuanzhang's surgery.
"Grandpa Huang, look!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
Zhu Yuanzhang also turned slightly sideways and saw that the stamps were printed very beautifully.
It is half the size of a palm and is surrounded by jagged edges. Under the four golden characters of Daming Post, there is a looming five-clawed golden dragon, and there are also faint red marks on the edge. At the same time, in order to prevent counterfeiting, some stamps are also engraved on it.
The mark of the Ministry of Household Affairs of the Ming Dynasty and the year number.
The stamps of this era can be made like this, which is exquisite enough.
Zhu Yunxi sincerely admired that on this stamp, the layer-by-layer rendering technique of traditional landscape painting and the printing and mounting technology were vividly reflected.
"It looks good!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, and then asked, "How much does it cost to make a piece of writing?"
"Reply to Your Majesty, the first batch of stamps based on your imperial pen was only printed a thousand times, each costing seven coins..."
"What?" Zhu Yuanzhang almost jumped out of bed and said angrily, "How much does a bushel of rice cost for ordinary people, but you charge seven cents for making a piece of paper?"
"Grandpa Huang, calm down!" Zhu Yunxi quickly advised him to stop.
"The printing of your imperial stamps must be exquisite, which of course costs money!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "However, although the cost is seven taels of silver, the selling price is also high!"
"How much is this one?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked, staring at Fu You.
The latter lowered his head and whispered, "Thirty...three taels?"
"The young man is angry!" Zhu Yunxi said, "At this time, the imperial stamps of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty were bought as family heirlooms. Why not thirty taels? One hundred taels!"
"One hundred taels?" Zhu Yuanzhang was also startled, "Dasun, that's too much! The annual salary of a second-rank official is only more than one hundred taels!"
"No more, no more!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "Grandpa Huang, we even lost money even if we sold a hundred taels!"
Who would be willing to use stamps like this to send letters? The emperor's handwriting bought it and wished he could offer it up and pass it on from generation to generation like antique calligraphy and painting.
Then, there was the memorial full of stamps, followed by the contemporary calligrapher Liu Sanwu's handwriting as a model stamp, with the Great Wall on a blue background and the four characters "Tianxia Station" written on it.
"This is Liu Xueshi's handwriting. The price is only twenty taels!" Zhu Yunxi agreed and said with a smile.
Next, there are those ordinary stamps that sell for two yuan, and the printing is relatively rough. Others include commercial stamps, cargo stamps and other bills, dozens of them.
The transformation of the post station into a post office for both official and civilian purposes has been announced to the world, and will be implemented in Yingtian Mansion first. Although Zhu Yunxi has not left the palace these days, he also knows that this matter can be said to have caused a sensation among the people.
At the post station outside Yingtianfu City, merchants and people come to inquire every day.
"When will it be released?" Zhu Yunxi closed the book full of stamps and asked.
"I have come here to ask His Majesty and His Highness King Wu to make a decision!" Fu You replied.
"Grandpa Huang, this is the first time in the world, please set a date!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
Zhu Yuanzhang thought about it, "Today is July 20th, so choose the first day of the lunar month. It will be auspicious!"
"I obey the order!"
As the ministers were talking, a yellow dog came in at the door of the palace, carrying something wrapped in yellow cloth.
"What?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked.
"Your Majesty, you have been ill these days. The Crown Princess and King Huai have been chanting sutras day and night in the Buddhist hall, and handwritten the Sutra of Filial Piety." As he said that, Huang Gou'er slowly stepped forward and handed it over.
"Haha! These two people are really determined to give up!" Zhu Yunxi thought to himself, "I'm afraid it will backfire!"
Zhu Yuanzhang's face softened a bit when he heard it was the Book of Filial Piety.
But after lifting the yellow cloth, he suddenly became furious.
"Is this written in blood?" Zhu Yuanzhang threw the Filial Piety Scripture on the ground, "The hair and skin of the body are borne by the parents, so what kind of filial piety is considered to mutilate the body?"
This chapter has been completed!