In the forty-eighth year of Shaowu's reign, at the end of summer, the emperor arrived in Chengde again and held a banquet with the Mongolian nobles and the two kings from the north.
The prince is in Beijing to supervise the country, and the grandson is accompanying the king.
Although Chengde is also a summer resort, compared to Yuquan Mountain, it has more political attributes. Hunting and drinking are the mainstream.
There is also a paddock nearby with a circumference of more than 500 miles and more than ten blocks in size, which raises a large number of wild animals.
The emperor was dressed in close-fitting clothes and riding on horseback. His temples were slightly tinged with silver frost, but he still appeared to be vigorous and live a long life.
Taisun was riding a bay-red horse, half a horse behind. He was wearing an iron armor and a red cherry helmet, and he looked very heroic.
Also by his side were more than a dozen princes and grandsons. They were all in their teens, and they were both princes and grandsons, and they were close to each other.
Zhu Yixi turned her head and said: "I, an old man, will not accompany you for today's hunting. Now it is the world of young people. You can show your skills to the best of your ability!"
"Your Majesty is getting stronger and stronger with age, how can you say you are getting old?"
Prince Chahar, who is in his fifties, stood by his side with a swollen belly, smiling and complimenting, with a smooth and round face like a woman: "You are the first warrior of the grassland."
"Hahaha!" Zhu Yixi laughed out loud as she looked at the Chahar County Prince who had enjoyed long-lasting blessings, and then glanced at the 40-year-old Beihai County Prince.
The two of them live in the capital city, own a mansion, and have to ask for permission when they go back to the grassland occasionally. They have become rich and powerful children. It is difficult to ride a horse, and it is probably a joke to kill people when hunting.
"You have to serve your age when you should!" Zhu Yixi laughed, grabbed the riding crop, and said to the younger generation on one side:
"If anyone excels today, I will definitely reward you——"
"Long live, long live——"
Dozens or hundreds of prairie nobles immediately howled, their faces flushed.
The emperor's random rewards are enough to change their destiny.
Wild animals such as wolves, deer, deer, rabbits, foxes, and pigs were released one after another and fled unbridled in the paddock.
And the hunters filed out, vying to be the first to get the jackpot.
King Fu and King Liang, because they were old, also stayed with the emperor, eating fruits and drinking wine, and they were quite happy.
Also here are the officials from the five northeastern regions, the governor of Liaodong, the governor of Jilin, the generals of Heilongjiang, General Horqin, and General Hulunbuir.
The total population of the five regions is nearly 10 million, with Liaodong ranking first with 6 million, followed by Jilin with a population of 2.6 million.
Heilongjiang has more than 900,000, Horqin has more than 300,000, and Hulunbuir will have 200,000.
This is a population that has never existed in the three hundred years before the Ming Dynasty. Now it has broken through in forty years. It is really a feat.
As for Governor Chahar, his presence is not strong.
The emperor's main concern was Hulunbuir.
This is a newly established administrative area suggested by the prince. It manages the Hulunbuir Grassland and Nerchinsk and other places. It borders the Fu Kingdom. It is mainly used to guard against the Rakshasa people in the north.
The vast Siberia is simply impossible to defend against. The Russians are like the cold wind, drilling holes everywhere and cannot be stopped at all.
"Are the Rakshasa people still there?" the old emperor turned his head and asked.
"I send troops and horses to patrol for three months every summer. They arrest everyone, burn every house, and loot every food. There are actually fewer Rakshasa people!"
General Hulunbuir got busy and lowered his head to report.
"It would be great if I could be naturalized!" Zhu Yixi took a sip of tea and said calmly:
"As far as I know, they are also poor people. They were driven out by a group of nobles and barbarians to settle in the wilderness. They froze to death and starved to death."
"The land is there. If you don't want to live in other people's homes, why not live in them? Why don't you become naturalized and practice the royal way? In three to five years, won't you be the people of the Ming Dynasty?"
"Your Majesty, Holy Ming——"
King Fu is still chubby, and the cold wind on the grassland does not seem to have given him much hardship, but it has only improved his posture.
"Father!" Prince Fu said with a smile: "The grassland is dry again this summer..."
"Go to the cabinet!" Zhu Yixi heard this and said angrily: "I don't take care of things much now."
"The son only seeks his father, and the cabinet will not help!"
King Fu complained.
"You boy violated the prohibition on alcohol and made a lot of wine and sold it. The granary was never full. How could you survive the famine years without stocking up?"
Zhu Yixi snorted coldly: "As soon as you are old, you know how to eat and drink. When your father dies, I will see who you can find to make up for it!"
King Fu said hurriedly: "My father will live a long life, and my son will enjoy a lifetime of happiness with you!"
"How much is the Dingkou? How about taxes?" Zhu Yixi asked casually, not bothering to pay attention to his flattery.
"Dingkou is not growing fast. There are now 150,000 households, and 50,000 households live near Fucheng. The rest are doing casual herding. The tax can collect 200,000 dan of grain and 150,000 cattle and sheep a year."
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After years of construction, Fuguo has become a mixture of farming and animal husbandry.
Millions of acres of fertile farmland were established in Fucheng as the center, and then scattered in some river depressions to open up wasteland.
Since cultivated land is good pasture, the tug-of-war between farming and animal husbandry, or animal husbandry and farming, continues.
But generally speaking, with the establishment of a centralized bureaucracy, Fuguo has stabilized.
As long as the central government occasionally provides aid, life in Fuguo will be comfortable, and more people will die from drinking than from starvation.
Grain can be used to make wine, which is the key to long-term preservation of cultivated land.
However, the main problem in Fuguo in recent years has been the food and clothing crisis.
Compared to Seventh Brother, Liang Wang was more calm, did not make a lot of wine, and lived a stable life.
There is nothing that can be done about it. Although they share grasslands, Liang is more barren. The wasteland occupies most of the country and is further away from the capital.
The King of Liang said seriously: "Our Liang State is not as good as the Fu State. There are only 70,000 households, but they are distributed in several cities. There are only 300,000 to 400,000 acres of cultivated land, and the rest is mostly pasture..."
"It's good to be stable!" Zhu Yixi sighed: "Self-sufficiency is the most important thing."
"There is no need to be polite between you and me, father and son, today, but what about in the future? Brothers, nephews, generations are separated by one floor. There is a popular saying among the people, if a wall collapses, it depends on everyone -"
"Fortunately, the Liang Kingdom is a vassal state in the northern frontier. The barrier of the Ming Dynasty cannot be ignored!"
After two hours, the hunt was over.
As expected, Taisun won the prize and received a wild boar, three elk, a dozen roe deer, and no hare.
The emperor was greatly pleased and gave him a hundred Mongolian guards.
The remaining princes, grandsons and nobles all benefited and all had a lot of money to pay back.
King Fu coughed, and seeing that his son only had one piece of armor, he couldn't help but cursed: "You bastard, you can't even get into the Three Tripod Armor, are you drunk?"
The prince said helplessly: "Dad, I just drank a little. Their horses are simply too fast."
"Look, he's five feet tall at the shoulders, and I'm only four and a half feet tall. There's no way I can catch him!"
King Fu was stunned, glanced at the horses, and sighed: "These are the blood and bones of my fourth brother who worked hard for many years. It's a pity that I didn't get anything..."
It's night, there's a big banquet, there are endless performances, and there's no food or drink.
The emperor was full after eating a piece of deer breast and looked at the scenery with a smile.
At some point, King Fu drank too much and fell asleep on the table.
"This bastard didn't get on the horse and drank more than anyone else." Zhu Yixi laughed and scolded:
"He also said that wine should never leave your hand on the grassland. I think it was blown out of your hands. Please pour it down to avoid freezing."
Prince Fu stood up and bowed down with a red face, then helped his chubby father to leave.
However, as soon as he got started, he felt a little stiff and shivered unconsciously.
Putting his hand under his nose to test, he immediately cried out, placed King Fu on the table, and knelt down:
"Grandpa Huang, my father has gone—"
"What? Imperial doctor!" Zhu Yixi was shocked and hurriedly waved her hands and shouted.
The imperial doctor took three steps and two steps together, checked his pulse, tried his breathing again, bowed his head and knelt down: "Your Majesty, King Fu has passed away!"
Zhu Yixi couldn't help but take two steps back. With the help of her grandson, she slowly sat down and was silent for a long time.
"This unfilial son dares to leave before me and drink. What to drink? High blood pressure and high blood sugar will come soon..."
After muttering something that no one could understand, it took Zhu Yixi a while to recover.
"What did your father wish for during his lifetime?" The emperor's voice was calm and without any waves.
"Grandpa Huang, my father only spoke a few words about the court's horses before the banquet, and there are very few blessings in the country..."
"With the order, I will go with the hundred stallions of Fuguo." Zhu Yixi waved his hand: "After restraining myself, my grandson will go to Fucheng to pay homage to me."
This chapter has been completed!