The good news of Taisun Mansion did not cause much trouble in Yingtian City.
After all, the child may not even have a human form now.
As for the future, we have to wait until we are born before we can talk about anything else.
There were no major events during the New Year, and the Ming Dynasty was still engaged in loss-making tribute business.
On the third day of the first lunar month of the first lunar month, Japan, North Korea, Ryukyu and the Southern Dynasty all sent envoys to arrive, bringing cheap courtier gifts in exchange for porcelain produced by the official kilns of the Ming Dynasty, silk produced by the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Manufacturing Bureau, etc. p>
On the fifth day of the lunar month, under the leadership of Zhu Yuanzhang, we went to the Imperial Palace to worship at the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and the year was considered over.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month in the twenty-eighth year of Hongwu was Wushen Day.
Although the Shangyuan Festival of the imperial dynasty was not as bright as in the poems of the former Tang Dynasty, the imperial court still made an exception and let King Wu go for a day and night on the grounds that the heirs of the Taisun Mansion were in order.
The sun slants past noon.
The conservatory in the back garden of Taisun Mansion.
Years ago, there was still heavy snowfall on both sides of the Yangtze River, but during the new year, the temperature was getting higher and higher day by day. It seemed as if spring was skipped directly, and the south and north of the Yangtze River went directly into the sweltering summer.
It is precisely because of this that the greenhouse in the back garden of Taisun Mansion, where the charcoal stove runs day and night in winter, has removed the charcoal stove early, but for fear of the possibility of a return to cold, the doors and windows have not been opened.
"In this damn weather, how can I drink Babao tea?"
Zhu Gaochi is leaning on a golden eagle (xiu) three-legged support, just like the characters in the Wei and Jin Dynasty figure paintings. Except that he does not bare his chest and back, and there are no five stones scattered around, the whole person looks lazy. p>
Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly, moved the Babao teapot away, took a pot of sour plum soup that had been chilled in an ice bucket, poured a cup for the little fat man, and pushed it in front of him.
"I know you are afraid of heat, so I asked you to put it on ice earlier. But at this time, you still need to drink less to avoid hurting your stomach and causing coldness."
Zhu Gaochi glanced at Zhu Yunxi: "You are more nagging than my mother."
After muttering something, Xiaopang grabbed the cold cup, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
It was probably just a fake fever at this time. After drinking a glass of iced sour plum soup, Zhu Gaochi couldn't help but tremble all over and let out a cold breath with his mouth open.
But there is a perverted expression of comfort on his face.
It seems that people are losing weight now, but I don’t know when they became chubby.
Zhu Yunxi shook his head helplessly and took a slow sip of the iced sour plum soup.
After feeling refreshed, Zhu Gaochi pulled out a book from his boots.
After opening the book and looking at it twice, Zhu Gaochi moved his eyes to look at Zhu Yunxi: "Concubine Mu is pregnant, so you ignored the government affairs. Now that I am in trouble, I still have to come and tell you these things every day."
Zhu Gaochi just complained.
Then he continued: "Zhang Yu, the commander of Shaanxi's capital, reported that most of the people in the north of the Great Wall were frontier troops and poor people working in the fields. There were few teachers who opened schools. The number of officers and soldiers in the guard and their official salaries were still the same.
The money is given to those who were banished to the garrison, and there is not even a reward. Please use the court's discretion to provide civilians with cotton-padded clothes to protect them from the cold. Please provide food and grass to enrich the poor people. Please set up a Confucian school to educate the children of the soldiers and civilians in the northern part of the country."
Zhu Yunxi patted the counter gently with his palm, thought deeply, and said after a while: "The amount of banknotes must be controlled, and we have to start making arrangements for it. The cement road must also be advanced as soon as possible.
Even if the court has no money, it still has to squeeze out money and use cement roads to connect places bit by bit, especially the border defense in the north of the country.
….
According to Zhang Yu's performance, it will be shipped from Huai'an Prefecture, and commoners, cotton clothes, food and grass will be sent to Zhang Yu. Then he will choose from the more than a thousand Jinshi who were Enke last year, and those who are still staying in the court to observe the government, select a few and send them to Zhang Yu.
Go over and ask them to recruit more candidates. If they don't comply, replace them with others. Remember these people and the court will not need them in the future."
Zhu Gaochi nodded. The imperial court's requirements for the nine borders of the north of the Great Wall have always been that as long as they are not too excessive, they will have all the necessary supplies.
After writing down the conclusion of the treatment, Zhu Gaochi added: "The Ministry of Household Affairs has transferred 10,000 cattle to farm the poor people in Dongchang Prefecture. It has been done, and it is probably not necessary.
This year’s spring plowing will be missed.”
Zhu Gaochi read them one by one and suddenly smiled: "Fujian Xinghua Wei reported that as usual, Wei Bao's wife Huang gave birth to three sons, and she was given rice grain and treasure notes."
Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but laugh.
"With three sons from one birth, Wei Bao of Xinghua Guard can be regarded as a meritorious service to the imperial court. Let the Governor's Mansion of the Hou Army handle it and promote him to a hundred households."
Zhu Gaochi was stunned for a moment.
According to convention, if a woman in the Ming Dynasty could give birth to a son, or if she could have more sons, the court had regulations to reward her with things.
Xinghuawei followed the rules this time and reported the matter to the court.
Now, as the emperor's grandson, Zhu Yunxi actually personally intervened in this matter. In addition to the original reward, he also asked the Governor's Mansion to promote Wei Bao to an official of 100 households.
Zhu Gaochi raised the corners of his mouth slightly and glanced at Zhu Yunxi blankly.
This guy loves the house and the bird just because he is going to have a child.
Zhu Yunxi thought about it for a while and asked: "I remember that the emperor's grandfather personally issued a decree a few days ago, asking Uncle Zhou to recruit 34,000 troops from the Henan capital, commander of the Siwei Suo, to build a city and farm in the north of the Great Wall.
Wang Shuzheng sent the commander of the Shanxi capital to send 26,600 horse infantry officers and soldiers to the north of the Great Wall to build a city and farm."
Zhu Gaochi frowned, lowered his head, flipped through the book in his hand, and found the corresponding government records. Then he nodded and said: "The decree was sent out on Xinhai Day and Jiayin Day respectively, and it was an edict. It took about one or two.
It will take a month to reach the hands of the King of Jin and the King of Zhou."
The current military strategy of the Ming Dynasty is still led by Jiubian.
The Great Wall is being built every year, and the imperial court also recruits and relocates the people on both sides of the river to the north of the river every year, in order to seize more opportunities with the remnants of the Yuan Dynasty on the grassland.
Zhu Yunxi immediately said: "When the cement came out last year, my grandfather said that this method would be used on the Great Wall in the north of the Great Wall. Now we have to continue building the city. What did the Ministry of Industry say? Did Zhang Ergong and the others receive the decree?"<
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"The Ministry of Industry is currently being harassed by Xie Jin to repair the cement road from Yingtian to Hangzhou Prefecture, and has no voice on this matter. Zhang Ergong had someone come to me and said that they had enough manpower to go to Jiubian.
He is a craftsman who is familiar with the cement method." Zhu Gaochi explained softly.
Zhu Yunxi tapped his fingers on the table twice: "Then let's transfer the craftsmen under Zhang Ergong to Jiubian. We can't let the officers and soldiers of the garrison and the relocated people go to the north of the Great Wall to build cities and build walls. The border areas still have to be built.
Develop.
Tell Mr. Zhang to send some manpower from other directions so that the people can farm well.
The Ministry of Revenue also informed them that there is no shortage of money and food, and asked them to transport grain and grass from Hangzhou Prefecture to Huai'an Prefecture to handle matters in the north."
….
Zhu Gaochi nodded: "I understand."
Then with a snap, the book was closed and stuffed back into the boots.
Just when I was about to pour myself another cup of iced sour plum soup, I remembered something and couldn't help laughing on the spot.
Zhu Yunxi glanced at Xiaopang sideways: "I find that you are getting more and more mean now."
Zhu Gaochi immediately glared at Zhu Yunxi, and then said seriously: "I just remembered that the marriage arranged by the emperor's uncle for the eighteenth uncle and the nineteenth uncle will be canonized in the next two days."
Zhu Yunxi nodded, but frowned, and asked in confusion: "The eighteenth uncle and the nineteenth uncle have reached the age, is it not normal to choose a concubine?"
Zhu Gaochi shook his head, finally stood up from the table, leaned over the table, and looked at Zhu Yunxi: "I mean, Uncle Twenty-Third didn't know where he found out about this matter, and then he ran up to the hotel last night.
Qianqing Palace suddenly knelt down in front of Grandpa Huang, crying and yelling that he wanted to choose the princess too. Then Grandpa Huang was kicked away by Uncle Twenty-Third... Hahaha..."
He didn't know where Zhu Gaochi got the news, let alone how the other party described the scene at that time. He laughed loudly as he spoke, and kept patting the table gum with his palms.
A smile suddenly appeared on Zhu Yunxi's face, and he suppressed his laughter and said with a glare: "He is a teenage boy, how does he know how to choose a concubine? Uncle Eighteen
You and Uncle Nineteen are already fifteen or sixteen, and he is still five or six years younger. Why do you think of this?"
That little brat, doesn’t he just focus on eating all day long?
Zhu Gaochi curled his lips: "Who knows, I probably heard it somewhere. Choosing a princess means joining the vassal. Doesn't the twenty-third uncle just want to be a governor like the seventeenth uncle?"
Zhu Yunxi hummed twice: "The homework given last time was too little. I'll talk to Mr. Fang later. If it doesn't work, I'll put him in the martial arts hall. Isn't it that the martial arts hall is doing something like this?
The academic work of the children of military lieutenant generals is exactly what the clan can set an example for."
Zhu Gaochi nodded, not feeling guilty at all for throwing his twenty-third uncle into the devilish place of the martial arts hall.
And Jiangwu Hall has indeed done very well in the past two years. This good performance does not only mean that Jiangwu Hall’s Cuju competition can make a lot of money. After all, Jiangwu Hall has also created another kind of viewing effect that is more intense.
The Huben Football Game (rugby game) makes more money.
What's more, the martial arts school has made rapid progress in normal martial arts courses. Now it has begun to consider cultivating more military talents for the Ming Dynasty.
This matter has recently been discussed in court through the Fifth Army Governor's Office, and it will probably be settled.
When the matter came to this point, Zhu Gaochi's eyes suddenly flashed and he said: "There is one more thing, because it involves the direct military guards, so I just forgot about it."
"What do you want the old man to do with the direct military guards?" Zhu Yunxi paused for a moment and then asked.
Zhu Gaochi explained: "The emperor intends to promote Tang Bi, the commander of the Yulin Zuowei, to the commander of the Henan Capital Command."
Both the Jingwei Commander and the Shangzhiqin Military Guard Commander are third-rank officials.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Yidu Province is an official of the second rank.
….
Although he left from a place where the emperor's own army was close to the army, like the pro-army guards, he went to the Henan capital to command the envoys, so he could be called a frontier official in the capital's headquarters.
Zhu Yunxi shook his head and said: "Where is Yu Ma on the right guard?"
He still remembered that when the students of the Imperial College in front of the Xi'an Gate made trouble, Yu Ma, the commander of the Yulin Right Guards at the time, led his troops to suppress it.
Zhu Gaochi frowned and said, "Grandpa Huang has probably already settled this matter."
Zhu Yunxi still shook his head: "Tang Bi...it's better to use it on horses."
"I don't dare to say such things to Grandpa Huang." Zhu Gaochi immediately rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Zhu Yunxi rolled his eyes at him: "Tang Bi's surname is Tang."
Zhu Gaochi's eyes widened immediately. Is it wrong that Tang Bi's surname is Tang? It's not Tang from Duke Xinguo's family. Just because of this, he has to suppress the other party?
Zhu Yunxi could only explain in a low voice: "Last winter, there was no snowfall on the right bank of the Yellow River, which was very abnormal. Henan is also located in the hinterland of the Ming Dynasty, so there is no room for error. I am familiar with Yu Ma, and he is a man who dares to fight. Let him go to Henan first.
Sitting in the capital, General Tang Bi led the two guards on the left and right of Yulin, and looked for opportunities to go out to serve as the general headquarters of the capital."
"Then I'm afraid you have to go talk to Grandpa Huang yourself."
Zhu Yunxi nodded: "I will go to the palace tomorrow to talk to the Emperor about this matter. At the beginning of the new year, the Emperor also mentioned that I might be asked to inspect water transportation along the canal, and then transfer the Yellow River to Henan and Shaanxi. After all, the previous inspections
Years ago, my father was supposed to do this, but at that time..."
"Are you going to inspect Henan and Guanzhong?"
Zhu Gaochi's eyes widened immediately, and then he leaned back and leaned on the table.
His eyes rolled quickly and he said without thinking: "Don't take me with you this time. Take Brother Bing with you. He is almost rotten now."
Zhu Yunxi shook his head: "It's not decided yet. After all, Caiyun is still pregnant. If I go out this time, I'm afraid I will miss the birth of the child."
Zhu Gaochi immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said repeatedly: "That's right."
Although he has lost weight now, is no longer out of breath, and his legs are no longer sore, Zhu Gaochi is still Zhu Gaochi’s first choice as long as he can avoid traveling far away.
After taking a breath, he finally poured himself a second cup of sour plum soup, and then took another shot all over his body
The pose is full of comfort.
Zhu Yunxi's thoughts have already flown to both sides of the Yellow River.
According to the news received from the local government, Jinyi Guards, and Secret Guards, there was almost no heavy snowfall on both sides of the Yellow River last winter, which is very scary.
First, it may cause insect pests, and then it may cause drought.
And I may have to patrol both sides of the Yellow River this time. According to the old man, it is also to prevent this. If something happens, I can just sit on both sides of the Yellow River. It is better than the imperial court being beyond the reach of Yingtian. What?
It takes ten days and a half to communicate properly.
Zhu Yunxi was scolding Xiao Binghe in his heart.
Outside the greenhouse, there was already a sound of footsteps.
The voice of Yutian, the manager of Taisun Mansion, came from outside.
"Your Highness, Mr. Sun Biyun, the master of Zhaijiao rituals at Shaohua Mountain, please see me."
Sun Biyun from Shaohua Mountain?
Is that Sun Biyun the direct disciple of the immortal Zhang Sanfeng?
….
Zhu Yunxi suddenly looked confused, and looked at Xiaopang who was also puzzled. Both of them felt strange about the arrival of this Taoist master.
"Please quickly invite Master Sun in."
Although he didn't know why the other party came, Zhu Yunxi still treated him well, shouted back outside, and quickly pointed at Zhu Gaochi.
The two of them began to adjust their positions in a tacit understanding, and along the way, they tidied up the messy tabletop.
A few moments.
I saw a Taoist immortal, a white-haired old Taoist wearing a blue-gray robe with a lotus hairpin in his hair, walking in with his steps as light as the wind.
After just meeting for the first time, Zhu Yunxi developed a liking for Sun Zhenren.
Then I thought of Sun Biyun’s life.
When he was young, he was smart and wanted to learn from the immortals. He went to Mount Huashan in the West Mountains to search for the traces of woks and knives, and traced the traces of foreigners. He lived in rocks and trees, listened to his Qi and nourished his spirit, and explored the purpose of Huang Lao's scriptures.
It doesn’t matter if you are not familiar with reading and studying carefully, you are already old
It can be said that this Master Sun cannot be described as a simple Taoist Master.
He is also familiar with the teachings of Confucianism and Buddhism.
As a disciple of the immortal Zhang Sanfeng who has become a universal consensus, Sun Biyun also has a good status in Taoism.
It can almost be described as waving one's arms and getting hundreds of responses.
Zhu Yunxi stood up with curiosity and said: "I don't know why I came here to look for you today. If it is about the rituals of this year's fasting ceremony or Taoist affairs, I might as well tell you."
Sun Biyun bowed and saluted, then took a look inside the conservatory and revealed a smile: "I came from the West City and my mouth is dry. I wonder if I can ask for a cup of tea from His Highness?"
A top disciple of a Taoist sect, a disciple of an immortal figure, came to the door not to say anything mysterious, but to ask for a drink of water?
Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but open his mouth, unable to react for a moment.
Zhu Gaochi, however, hurriedly leaned over and nervously poured a cup of eight-treasure tea for Sun Biyun from the table. Later, he felt that even if he didn't drink it now, this god's disciple must not be able to drink it either. He scratched his head and wondered whether he could drink it.
Give the immortal disciples some iced sour plum soup.
Sun Biyun had already walked lightly to the side of Zhu Gaochi, who seemed to be in a hurry: "This must be the Crown Prince Yan. The Crown Prince does not have to be like this. Ten thousand waters merge into one, and ten thousand rivers flow into the sea. The left and right are just moistening the throat."
As he spoke, the old Taoist pinched the cup of eight-treasure tea and without saying a word, he drank up a full cup of eight-treasure tea.
Zhu Gaochi swallowed. Zhang Sanfeng's reputation was really too great, and Sun Zhenren was his direct disciple. He was afraid of making him feel bad.
After all, the old man has never stopped looking for the immortal Zhang Sanfeng in these years.
Even though, this matter also has the factor of balancing the three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism.
See Sun Biyun behaving like this.
Zhu Yunxi finally calmed down, sat down silently, and pointed to the empty certificate in front of him
A few: "Please take a seat, real person."
Sun Biyun was not restrained and sat down directly, and then glanced at Zhu Yunxi indifferently, as if he was watching the mountain.
【In view of the general environment,….
"Today, the old man came uninvited and disturbed His Highness. It is really a sin. It's just that there was a reason. I wonder if your highness can allow the old man to explain."
The corner of Zhu Yunxi's mouth moved slightly. As long as this real person said that he could invite the Sanfeng Immortal to the capital, he believed that the old man would definitely go to war and be prepared to welcome him.
This is not like the wise monk with great ambitions.
Zhu Yunxi nodded: "Please tell me, real person."
Sun Biyun glanced at Zhu Yunxi again. The old Taoist priest seemed to have no rules for kings, ministers and people at all, but it was hard for people to find fault. Everything was so natural.
"First of all, Lao Tao wants to thank His Highness in person for allowing Lao Tao to support the fasting rituals that will be held soon. Taoist sects such as Longhu Mountain, Maoshan, Wudang Mountain, and Shaohua Mountain all ask Lao Dao to thank His Highness in person." "Secondly, the old Taoist came here to express his congratulations, and also to enjoy the happiness of Taisun Mansion."
It doesn’t seem to be anything important.
Zhu Yunxi suddenly became more confused, but he still kept a smile on his face: "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism coexist, the Ming Dynasty governs the world, and the fo gate is opened to pray for the filial piety and kindness of the empress. Naturally, such things cannot be done
Without the real person, in terms of emotion and reason, everyone should be grateful to the real person.
The concubine in Taisun's house is pregnant, but she wants to add one or two sons to the clan. It would be a happy event if a real person comes to the house, so that the unborn child can enjoy the blessings of the immortal family."
However, at this moment, as soon as Zhu Yunxi finished speaking, Sun Biyun frowned.
"Concubine? The old man is thinking of the grandson concubine..."