In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu, Ming Dynasty opened Enke.
The emperor's decree reached the imperial court and all the prefectures and counties in the world. For a time, the people who had been silent for a long time began to become lively.
The Tongsheng Examination and the Prefectural Examination are organized by local prefectures and counties on their own, while the Rural Examination also has the Ministry of Rites in conjunction with the Hanlin Academy to set the questions and send officials to various roads to carry out the examination.
The court also began to discuss who would be the examiner for Enke this year.
At a time when countless major events were happening surrounding the entire Central Plains Dynasty.
An impeachment memorial from the imperial censor was quietly delivered to the emperor.
It is not to impeach a certain person, but to celebrate the Emperor's Longevity Festival last year, two groups of Japanese envoys came to the court to congratulate them. They thought this was against the ceremony, and they should strictly investigate the details to find out why such a thing happened. p>
Following this memorial, the officials in Yingtian City realized that the selection of the examiner for this year's Enke Examination may be causing trouble.
A silent undercurrent flows beneath Yingtian City.
But above this undercurrent, Zhu Yunxi seemed particularly comfortable.
On the official road next to Xuanwu Lake in the north of Yingtian City, several carriages, surrounded by many guards wearing dark black robes, headed towards the Laoshan Imperial Manor outside the city.
This is when spring is at its strongest.
On both sides of the official road, there are shades of green willows, wild grasses swaying in the wind, and dots of small flowers, as if the stars in the sky last night fell to the world.
There is traffic on both sides of the road, and on the left and right is a sparkling water field as far as the eye can see. Every family has their bare feet submerged in the water, wearing straw hats, rolling up their trousers and sleeves, bending over.
Lowering his head, he inserted clusters of seedlings into the leveled paddy fields.
Half-grown boys would run in groups on the field ridges, with small baskets tied around their waists by their mothers. Within a long time, each basket would be filled with plump snails.
Even if you are a lucky child, there may be a few loaches and eels in the basket on your waist.
These are the simplest proteins and the best foods to get your teeth into in spring.
Compared with the boys who play around with snails and loaches, the girls on the village will squat in corners with vegetable baskets, holding small shovels in their hands, and eat wild vegetables from the fields.
Dig it out, shake off the soil from the roots, and put the most tender wild vegetables into the basket.
"If this scene could be seen everywhere in our Ming Dynasty, our Ming Dynasty could be crowned as a prosperous age!"
Behind the car window, Zhu Yunxi, who only wore a casual and authentic t-shirt, looked out at the working scene in the fields outside the window, and couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.
Sitting with him in this carriage, there were also Xie Jin, a scholar from the Wenhua Palace Hall, two heads of the Ministry of Works, and a craftsman who would serve as a supervisor.
Zhang Dajiang, who will serve as a prisoner, never imagined that one day he would be able to ride in the same carriage as the emperor's grandson, the prisoner of the Ming Dynasty.
This kind of honor has never been obtained by anyone in the entire history of general supervision.
This made Mr. Zhang deeply doubt whether there was smoke coming out of his ancestral tomb today. He huddled in the car door in fear, his butt half-suspended and did not dare to sit down, while he began to think about it.
The two directors of the Ministry of Industry were sitting on both sides. As Taisun spoke, they both looked out the window.
It's just a scene of people plowing in spring.
Xie Jin sat in the seat closest to Zhu Yunxi, and followed his grandson to look out the window.
At this time, I saw Zhu Yunxi speaking and talking about the prosperous age of the Ming Dynasty.
He whispered: "If Taisun's vision is true, I am afraid that no one in the past dynasties can achieve it."
Don’t look outside, it’s just a scene of farmers plowing in spring.
This contains the underlying fact that these families are farmers who have their own fields, clothes to cover their bodies, and food in their bellies.
Even in the prosperous Kaiyuan period of the former Tang Dynasty, the Zhenguan rule, and the Wenjing rule of the Han Dynasty, they have never achieved the great feat of allowing all farmers in the world to have their own land, let alone allowing all the people in the world to have their own land.
Everyone can eat.
Zhu Yunxi looked away from the window, looked at Xie Jin with a dull look, and said in an unquestionable tone: "It was impossible in the past, but it does not mean that it will be impossible in the future!"
"Above the Sky"
There is a group of people who really do this!
Xie Jin didn't know where the emperor's grandson came from with such faith, so he could only whisper: "Perhaps I can really see the grand occasion coming that day."
Xie Jin didn't know what Zhu Yunxi really meant. What he was thinking of was that his friend Xia Yuanji, who had been in the palace for a long time, was presiding over the Qingtian and rectification of taxes in Zhejiang Province.
That is a major event that benefits the country and the people.
As long as it is done properly, the Ming Dynasty may really be able to have unprecedented prosperity and prosperity.
While the two were talking, the carriage suddenly stopped with a creak.
Immediately, everyone sitting in the carriage heard a burst of children's cheers coming from outside.
"Wow ah ah..."
"Is this Laoshan Imperial Mansion?"
"I want to eat the fried fish Yunxi said! Fried snails! Fried loach!"
"Yunxi!"
"Yunxi!"
"Come out quickly!"
Hearing the sound, the faces of everyone in the carriage suddenly twisted with laughter.
After reviewing the entire Yingtian City several times, I am afraid that there are twenty-three princes who dare to treat the grandson of the Emperor of the Supervisory Kingdom so unscrupulously and fearlessly.
Zhu Yunxi also had a trace of embarrassment on his face, but he had no choice but to take the skinned little twenty-third uncle who could fly to the Emperor's Palace.
"Go down."
Zhu Yunxi said in a deep voice, and the general supervisor Zhang Dajiang, who was sitting on the outermost side, immediately trembled with his legs and almost rolled out of the carriage.
The two directors of the Ministry of Industry, who had passed the imperial examination, seemed very calm. Although they were reserved and respectful in front of the grandson, it did not prevent them from swaying the sleeves of their official robes, walking out of the carriage and setting foot on the ground.
Zhu Yunxi finally walked out of the carriage and just got off the carriage.
I saw Zhu Huan, the twenty-third uncle, running around alone in the open space next to him, leaving Tang Queqing and Mu Caiyun behind.
Before Zhu Yunxi could get angry enough to scold him.
I saw Zhu Huang, who was still running happily, lost his footing, and in the posture of attacking a dog to eat shit, he pawed randomly in the air with his hands, and with a scream, he was buried in the grass in the open space. The two heads of the Ministry of Industry immediately turned sideways and did not dare to look at this scene.
Tang Queqing and Mu Caiyun, who had been taking Zhu Huang with them these days, hurriedly stepped forward to drag Zhu Huang out of the grass.
Zhu Yunxi had a dark look on his face and was about to teach him a lesson.
The old village chief from Laoshan Palace has already led the two young men to welcome him.
"The common people meet the emperor's grandson."
The old village chief shouted and was about to kneel down. Zhu Yunxi raised his eyebrows. Sun Cheng, who was following him, immediately led his men forward and held the old village chief firmly.
Zhu Yunxi smiled helplessly: "When I came back last time, I told you that there is no need to greet you."
The old village chief bowed and held his fists, and said with a smile: "My grandson is kind and doesn't want the old man to salute, but the old man can't forget these etiquette just because of his kindness."
Zhu Yunxi nodded, unwilling to continue on this issue, and said instead: "Zhuangzi, how about spring plowing this year?"
As he spoke, he led a group of people behind him and walked towards the imperial village in a hurry, his eyes focused on the rolling fields in the distance.
The old village chief was supported by two young men and followed behind Zhu Yunxi. He said cheerfully and confidently: "Our Huangzhuang is the first to do the work every year. When other villages start to plant rice seedlings, our Huangzhuang has basically planted all the seedlings."
It’s over.”
As he spoke, the old village chief waved his hand and pointed to the watered land closest to the Imperial Village: "Now, this is the only land left. After noon today, the men on the village will be able to finish their work."<
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Zhu Yunxi walked all the way and listened to the introduction of the old village chief. When he was about to reach the entrance of the village, his nose couldn't help but wrinkle slightly.
He looked sideways at several earthen kilns on the side.
He said: "Last year I asked Sun Cheng to teach Zhuangzi's method, but now the fields have been used?"
He was talking about soil and chemical fertilizers.
This is what Sun Cheng arranged to do at the Imperial Manor during the old man's Longevity Festival last year.
At that time, Ashikaga Plum Butterfly was still wet with water and fertilizer.
Even if he killed him, he would still die in a stinky state.
The two heads of the Ministry of Industry had already silently covered their mouths and noses with their hands because of the pungent smell emanating from the kiln.
The old village chief patted his chest and said: "Zhuangzi did not dare to delay the matters my grandson told me. After the land was plowed this year, the first batch of fertilizer was spread on all the fields. Today we are waiting for the last few pieces.
Plant the seedlings in the ground and fertilize them tomorrow."
Seeing that the old village chief had arranged everything well, Zhu Yunxi nodded with satisfaction: "We still need to get more fertilizer, and we need to topdress the fields every once in a while. This year, our village must have a big harvest."
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The old village chief responded hurriedly: "Absolutely! If you have a grandson, you will definitely have a bumper harvest this year!"
Zhu Yunxi smiled and said: "As long as there is a good harvest this year, we will ask the old man to come to Zhuangzi again."
The old village chief hurriedly bowed in response and swore to promise that the emperor would come to see with his own eyes the scene of this year's bumper harvest.
Zhu Yunxi waved his hand and pointed forward: "Let's go, let's go and see how the machine is doing. I don't know if the aunts in the house are still used to it and it's convenient."
As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi's eyes silently glanced at the two heads of the Ministry of Industry who followed behind him and kept their mouths and noses covered.
A few moments.
Everyone had already entered the village and arrived outside a courtyard.
Standing outside the courtyard, everyone can hear the sound of shuttle spindles coming from the courtyard.
Textile machine!
Even people who have never used it can recognize what the noise is in the yard.
Several people continued to follow Zhu Yunxi into the yard.
I saw several textile machines that were different from those commonly used in the Ming Dynasty, running rapidly in the hands of several women in the imperial village, spinning out inch-by-inch cloth and satin.
Several craftsmen stood or squatted around these new textile machines to observe whether the details needed improvement.
Zhu Yunxi's eyes became dim at this time.
Enke has opened this year, and it is still early to close the network.
But this year Enke and those old guys would never have imagined that he would have another purpose.
Reform the content and system of the imperial examination!
His ghostly eyes had quietly focused on the two heads of the Ministry of Industry who were specially called by him.
"If you want to promote this new loom, do you think that based on the current financial situation of the imperial court, how many can be produced in a month?"