Zhang Ximeng didn't go to the Menxia Province to attend class for a few days, nor did he go to the National History Museum. He was rummaging through some things in his mansion... In Zhang Ximeng's place, you can find a lot of strange things, such as the brush Zhu Yuanzhang used to practice calligraphy for the first time, such as
Copies of the official documents of Zhu Jiajun's first land distribution, such as the first notice of peace of mind for entering Chuzhou, the first purchase agreement...
When a group is founded, any ordinary thing will become a priceless treasure a hundred years later. But the first people, whose future was uncertain, could not appreciate the value of these things at all.
Zhang Ximeng just tried his best to collect and preserve these historical evidences, so as to provide some enlightenment to future generations... While searching, he found the original manuscript of Feng Guo's advice to cross the river, and also dug out the troops of the Feng brothers.
There are more than 800 people on the list.
This is the accurate list left after Feng Guoyong and Feng Guosheng led their troops to seek refuge with Zhu Yuanzhang.
There is also Zhang Ximeng's signature after inspection.
Looking at these historical records, Zhang Ximeng recalled the past with a heavy heart.
At this moment, someone suddenly walked into the Zhang family's house and went directly to Zhang Ximeng's study.
The one who can be so unscrupulous is undoubtedly Zhu Yuanzhang!
"His Majesty didn't handle the official documents?" Zhang Ximeng was a little surprised. After all, Zhu Yuanzhang was famous as the Liver Emperor. Recently, although Li Shanchang was still in charge of the Zhongshu Province, he was increasingly afraid to take power. Many matters were left to Lao Zhu to handle, and he was extremely obedient.
According to common sense, Lao Zhu didn't have time to come over.
"Suddenly I felt in a mess and couldn't calm down, so I came over to have a chat."
Zhu Yuanzhang sat down and looked at the things on the table. Lao Zhu sighed: "Mr. Nanwei still keeps these. The King of Xiliang has made great contributions to our world!"
Zhu Yuanzhang called Feng Guoyong the king of Xiliang.
After the news of his serious illness reached the capital, he was originally named the Duke of Ying. After weighing the situation, Zhang Ximeng proposed to make him a prince as a sign of mourning and honor.
Zhu Yuanzhang agreed to the proposal, but he felt that it was just a matter of time before the old brothers were killed, so why should they wait for someone to die before pursuing the title of king?
Zhu Yuanzhang simply issued an edict and first granted Feng Guoyong the title of King of Xiliang. When the Western Regions were pacified in the future, he could pursue the title of King of Liang.
Zhang Ximeng naturally agreed.
Zhongshu Sheng also had no objection, so the poem accompanying Zhang Ximeng was actually Zhu Yuanzhang's decree to confer Feng Guoyong the title of King of Xiliang.
The second minister alive to be crowned king appeared.
Zhu Yuanzhang sighed softly, "Sir, we are not old yet, but we have been fighting for many years, and it is difficult to say that there are no hidden diseases. The other generals were more injured and many were sick. Although this time the King of Xiliang was mistaken
I drank unclean water, but it is hard to say that there will not be other generals who will leave one after another. A generation will eventually come to an end. The flowers bloom and fade, and the tide rises and falls. This is how it is. We are also prepared in our hearts, but always
I feel empty and it seems I should do something.”
Zhang Ximeng listened silently. Feng Guoyong had indeed set a precedent for the death of important ministers and the decline of famous generals, but other generals would also leave one after another, including Zhang Ximeng and Zhu Yuanzhang.
No one will last forever.
This has been understood by people for a long time. Only by virtue and meritorious deeds can we achieve these three immortal theories.
After a person dies, his virtues, achievements, and writings remain, lasting, and passed down to future generations, which means he coexists with the world and is immortal.
"My lord, if you are willing, can we build a national history memorial hall? It will be dedicated to recording our experiences along the way and writing down those touching people and events!"
Zhu Yuanzhang almost did not hesitate and immediately agreed: "That's what we mean. Where do you think it is best to build it?"
Zhang Ximeng said: "When we first planned to build the Martyrs' Shrine, there was an open space next to it. If your Majesty is willing, let it be there!"
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, "Let's do it this way! Lao Feng was the first, and one day we will all go in. Let future generations comment on our various deeds over the years!"
Lao Zhu asked Zhang Ximeng again about his ideas about the memorial hall and what should be done!
The king and his ministers were chatting when suddenly someone outside asked to see him.
The visitor is not as fearless as Zhu Yuanzhang, who dares to come in directly!
But when I looked at the famous post, I saw that the person coming was quite famous. It was Wu Datou, the best red thief in the world!
"I pay my respects to Your Majesty."
Lao Zhu waved his hand and asked him to stand up, "No need to be polite, you came to see Prime Minister, you must have something to do, right?"
Wu Datou thought for a while and then said: "Your Majesty, I have something to do when I see Prime Minister Zhang. I want to go to Liangzhou."
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned, "Why? What are your plans?"
Wu Datou sighed: "I heard someone said that it is difficult for the soldiers to march westward. I also heard that Governor Feng was seriously ill... Although I can't fight, I think there is something else I can do. For example, I can give the soldiers some help.
Acting can relieve your homesickness. Also, I, I, can take the opportunity of acting around to explain the health regulations to everyone, so that everyone can be more careful and avoid tragedies."
After Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he was quite emotional, "You can think of these, it is indeed not easy, and someone needs to do it. But you are half a hundred years old now! Can you still endure the long journey?"
Wu Datou patted his chest and said with a smile: "I have a strong body and can eat and drink. Please rest assured, Your Majesty."
Lao Zhu nodded, "In that case, then select some people and set off immediately!"
Wu Datou agreed and turned around to go down.
What Wu Datou didn't expect was that just when he sent out the news of recruiting artists to go to Liangzhou, the number of people who signed up was astonishing, and there were actually many women among them.
This was something Wu Datou had not expected.
It had been ten years since Zhang Ximeng advocated the establishment of women's schools and allowing women to serve as officials.
In the past time, the first batch of female students appeared in the Ming Dynasty.
The number exceeds one million.
They studied, grew up, were assigned land, and had their own formal identities.
Today, some women have entered the officialdom. Many women have even started their own businesses. In Fudan University, there was also the first female teacher.
These things were completely unimaginable in the past.
This time Wu Datou recruited people and went to Liangzhou.
After passing the assessment, you can obtain military status and become a soldier of the Ming Dynasty.
Over the past many years, the Ming army has accumulated a huge reputation in the local area. Those veterans who returned from the battlefield are not only highly respected, but also generally live a well-off life.
In many places, when there is a red or white event, they like to invite a few veterans who have made meritorious service to come and preside over it.
With them around, the whole feeling comes up.
Veterans even replaced the scholar's role in the local area and became the envy of everyone.
Many girls are vying to marry returning soldiers, which has become a common practice.
Although these changes that have taken place among the people are not as earth-shattering as the situation in the imperial court, they are better at moisturizing things silently. Looking back, it is already earth-shaking.
So after the news spread, not only did women take the initiative to join, but some people also came to ask if they could marry the soldiers at the front?
Wu Datou naturally had no answer for this matter, so he could only ask Zhang Ximeng for advice.
"This is naturally a good thing, but it must be properly arranged."
Zhang Ximeng thought about it seriously and immediately said: "All women who go to Liangzhou will be granted military status."
Wu Datou quickly agreed.
Being given military status means that they are official soldiers. Anyone who dares to bully others will naturally be subject to military law.
In the beginning, Wu Datou and other artists were granted military status and achieved a jump in status.
"Furthermore, after women leave their hometown, their land cannot be taken back. It must still belong to their parents, and taxes will also be exempted."
Wu Datou nodded repeatedly, "Xiang Zhang, it is indeed appropriate."
"Moreover, we must be able to communicate with Liangzhou!"
"Communication?"
"Yes!" Zhang Ximeng said: "My daughter is far away, and although we are far apart, we cannot cut off contact. In the past, our court set up a post station to convey military information. But the people could only convey the news through merchants. This time we will use the official website
In addition to the inn, a private bank will be set up to deliver letters and corresponding items. By the way, a bank will also be set up to remit money remotely."
Zhang Ximeng talked about many things in succession, which was far beyond the scope of Wu Datou's requirements... Zhang Ximeng sketched out a blueprint.
To completely regain a homeland that has been lost for many years, it is definitely not as simple as just sending troops to defeat it.
Next, we need to help the soldiers get a firm foothold and settle down.
This requires a woman to go.
When you start a family, you also need to send messages to the Central Plains and keep in touch at all times. People, goods, money, and news must all flow unimpeded.
Only in this way can soldiers stand firm and have a solid foundation.
Only after a hundred years of hard work can the problem be truly solved.
Is it expensive? It takes a long time?
But don't forget, there is a gap of hundreds of years in between. The bones are broken and the tendons are broken. How can it be so easy to reconnect them and become like an arm?
"I'm going to talk to His Majesty right now, and then invite Prime Minister Li from Zhongshu Province to come up with an idea together."
Zhang Ximeng briefly talked with Wu Datou, and he immediately drew up a rough agreement, and then he couldn't wait to enter the palace.
Later Li Shanchang was also invited into the palace.
What a pity, our old Li has not been involved in such an important matter for a long time. After hearing what Zhang Ximeng said, Li Shanchang immediately frowned.
"Prime Minister Zhang, if you want to handle this matter well, you will need the full cooperation of the local government. Furthermore, we made so much noise in order to establish a school in Peking, but this time we sent people to Liangzhou, which is even further away.
The conditions are also worse. After all, Beiping is still the capital of the Yuan Dynasty, and the land of Hexi is not comparable!"
Zhang Ximeng nodded, "Xiang Li understands it clearly, but he feels uneasy about losing his homeland! His Majesty has decreed the construction of a memorial hall. We, after all, have to think about what we will leave behind for future generations!"
Li Shanchang pondered for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "I understand this! I have issued strict orders to all localities, asking them to treat it as a top priority! Recruiting female soldiers to guard the border in Liangzhou, and whoever dares to delay the implementation will have his black gauze hat removed!"
Zhang Ximeng also said: "This matter does require more efforts from the local government, but we cannot blindly suppress it. We must get things done and get it done at all costs!"
Li Shanchang agreed. While he was talking, Guo Ying suddenly appeared from outside with a very ugly look on his face.
"Your Majesty, the King of Xiliang...is gone!"
"Gone?" Lao Zhu asked in surprise.
Guo Ying nodded, "He left. Before he died, he kept listening to the poem that Zhang Xiang gave him. He... left with a smile!"