Fengyang, imperial tomb.

I don’t know when the wind started to get heavier, and the snow on the ground was rolled up, hitting people’s faces like sand, causing a faint pain.

The magnificent imperial tomb is right in front of you. The hundreds of meters long shrines are like ladders to the sky. Thirty-two tall stone statues stand on both sides with majestic majestic appearances. Further away, there is the magnificent royal palace.

Zhu Yunxiu supported the old man in front of him. He could clearly sense that from the beginning of stepping into the imperial tomb of the Ming Dynasty, the old man's big hands began to tremble and his steps began to stagger.

Duke Cao Li Jinglong, Duke Wuding Guo Ying, and Duke Jingchuan Cao Zhen followed him. There was another person next to them.

An old eunuch wearing a blue cloth clothes, so old that he had to rely on others to carry him to move forward.

The eunuch who stayed behind in Zhongdu was Gou Ren.

A creaking sob suddenly came from the wind, and the Kindergarten gate connected by the Imperial Bridge at the end of the shrine was opened by several eunuchs, revealing the enchanting hall with the arches inside.

"Grandpa Emperor, please be careful!" Zhu Yunxi suddenly felt that the old man's body shook violently and quickly persuaded him softly.

The old man didn't say anything, but pushed Zhu Yunxi away. Then, as if he was a little nervous, he carefully sorted out his hair, beard, collar and wrinkles around his waist in front of the Golden Gate of the Imperial City.

He was wearing a regular dress with a green print with longevity, a black winged crown without any decoration, and a warm jade belt around his waist.

"This cannot be worn, it is not solemn!" As he said that, the old man took off the strap around his waist and threw it aside. Then he took off the wing crown on his head, stroked his hair well, and walked into the door.

The wind is still blowing, and the old man's newly tidied white hair dances with the wind.

When you pass the Kinmen Gate of the Imperial City, the first thing you see is the stone tablets that tower into the clouds in front of the Enjoy Hall, on both sides of the left and right sides.

On the left is the monument of the Ming Dynasty’s Imperial Tomb written by the old man himself.

"The filial son Emperor Yuanzhang carefully stated that in April of the summer of the 11th year of Hongwu, he ordered the Marquis of Jiangyin Wu Liang to supervise the construction of a new imperial hall. I was able to see the image of the old man, but I saw the old man's face and his head, and suddenly thought about the hardships of the past. Moreover, the stele of the imperial tombs was all decorated by Confucian ministers, which may not be a warning for future generations. I specifically described the difficulties and prosperity, so that generations could see them." The stele of the stele started with a thousand, one hundred and five words, starting from the old man's family was destroyed when he was young, and to how he fought for the rest of his life in troubled times and finally became an emperor.

Almost every word of this thousand words is full of blood.

The last time Zhu Yunyu returned to Fengyang to worship his ancestors, he stayed under the inscription for a long time. After reading one of the passages again and again, tears filled his eyes.

"After burial, the family was in a panic. Brother Zhong was young and weak, and his livelihood was not enough. Sister Meng brought her young and returned to her hometown. There was no rain, and the locusts flew. The people in the country were short of food, and the plants were used as food. What was there? I was shocked. So I planned to do it with my brother. My brother said that he would go here and all the bad desolates. My brother cried for me, and I was hurt for my brother. The emperor was in the sky, and he cried for the heart. My brother was different and mourned for the distant past."

That year, the old man's parents and brothers starved to death one after another. After finally letting their relatives get buried, their family was already barely barred and there was no food to survive. Moreover, when the locust plague happened, God even cut off their hope of survival.

The eldest sister-in-law took her nephew back to her parents' home, and the remaining brother was going out to escape for the famine in order to make a living. He knew that when the brother left, the two brothers would never meet again. The sun was in the sky, and the two brothers hugged their heads and cried bitterly, standing at the entrance of the village reluctantly said goodbye...

Then, the only one left in the world was the old man himself.

The old man's life has confirmed the words of the ancients that God will give great responsibilities to this man.

No, to be precise, what he experienced exceeded what the saints summed up.

It’s not just about suffering the muscles and bones, but about hungering the body, it’s not just about being empty and chaotic.

In the first half of the old man's life, there was no light at all.

"Big grandson!" The old man stood under the imperial stone tablet, looking at the stone tablet with a strong and even stubborn look, "Look at this inscription, what do you think?"

Zhu Yunxiu saluted, "When my grandson read the imperial stele for the first time, he cried for the miserable young man in his heart, and for the wandering young man in his heart. He was even more grateful for the difficulties that my ancestors of the Zhu family planned and the hardships of the emperor's entrepreneurship.

He is too difficult, and the old man is too difficult.

A peasant child who lost his land, a person at the bottom of society, and a humble life in troubled times.

If it were someone else, they might have died long ago. They either died in the chaos, starved to death, or died of illness, or... Anyway, most of these people have never even aroused waves in the chaos.

"After the foolish day and night, we will run every day. The Yuan soldiers will punish the crime, and the soldiers will be in a lot of money. If they cannot get it, they will be able to grab it again and again. They will move camps and build up the flags and flags. They will be removed from the brigade team, control horses and reins, and travel to the south, and their spirits will be smooth and bright. They will advocate that farmers join the army, and their careers will be smooth."

This is by no means a simple word "luck" to describe it. This is the letter of war and roar from Zhu Yuanzhang who had no way out of retreat to the ruthless heaven and earth.

"Today, my grandson is already the emperor. I read the imperial inscriptions of the emperor's grandfather for the second time, and I have different feelings!" Zhu Yunxiu looked at the old man's eyes, "My ancestors of the Zhu family have been poor for generations, and what they ask for is nothing more than food and clothing."

"The world is like the people of my Zhu family, and there are more than ten thousand people. We cannot keep our food in the morning and eat in the evening and feel the tragic death of our relatives all day long.

"My Zhu family is born in a humble family. They must not be as stupid as the previous dynasty. They harm the people without knowing the sufferings of the people. They ignore the death and charge violent taxes, which makes the people live in poverty!"

As he said that, Zhu Yunxiu bowed again and kowtowed under the inscription, "Grandpa Emperor, my grandson understands today!"

The old man looked at his grandson's young face and his energetic eyes, "What do you understand?"

"This monument is not only erected for the ancestors of the Zhu family, but also for the descendants of the Zhu family. All our imperial Ming clans must not be forgotten!"

"Good boy, get up!" The old man helped Zhu Yunsheng up and still looked at him in the eyes. "Your father told us these words back then, and now you have said them too, we... As long as you remember our efforts, we can close our eyes even if we die!" As he said that, he turned to look at the imperial tomb again, "You tell us these words today, and you will say to Liujin in the future. Liujin will also tell his children and grandchildren, don't forget your roots!"

As he said that, the old man pulled Zhu Yunxi to another stele without words fifty steps apart.

"Someone said back then that the monument here was not good-looking, but we were still empty, so we erected the monument, without a single word. Do you know why?"

Zhu Yunxiu thought about it and said softly, "This tomb was established by the emperor for his great-grandfather and great-grandmother. I think it is because the words of his parents cannot be expressed in the world. If so, it is empty!"

"Half said it right!" The old man nodded slightly, "Half said it right!" As he said that, he reached out and gently stroked the stele without words, "In the past, there were many people like us in the world, and some even miserable people than us."

"We at least survived, at least we had a place to stay, and we didn't die of cold and starvation. There were more people who were cruel than us and smarter than us, but why did we achieve great things in the end?"

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes were filled with water vapor, "Because we are carrying our parents and the kindness of the ancestors of the Zhu family."

"Our Zhu family has been a good citizen for generations. He has never harmed anyone by working hard and being a cattle and horse. No matter how tight life is, the children at home will not be full. But as long as they can help others, people in their old age will never blink!"

"They suffered when they were alive, but they accumulated virtue. In the end, this virtue was repaid to us."
Chapter completed!