Almost everyone was ecstatic and cheering constantly.
"Ten thousand victories! Ten thousand victories for the Ming Dynasty! Long live His Royal Highness the Jianguo!"
"The Ming Dynasty will be victorious!"
"Win, my Ming Dynasty wins!"
"Hahaha! Drive out the Tartars and restore China! Hahaha!"
"..."
Some people even spontaneously knelt down and kowtowed to the north.
Many old people who had experienced Shenzhou Luchen knelt on the ground with tears in their eyes, and their hearts were full of gratitude.
People who have never experienced the pain of national subjugation will never understand their state of mind at this time!
Won!
Ming Dynasty won!
Jiangnan needs to be restored!
Daming is back!
In the restaurant in heaven and earth, the moment they heard this piece of news, there was also an uproar.
Countless people laughed uncontrollably!
Some people even picked up the wine in front of them, drank it down in one gulp, and pulled open the clothes on their chests, being wanton and out of character.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Great! It's really great!"
Even Jiang Sheng, after a brief moment of astonishment, began to slap the table and laugh.
He drank a pot of wine at hand, and the wine soaked his beard and clothes, but he didn't care.
Silosen was stunned by the scene that suddenly happened in front of him, like a group of demons dancing wildly.
Because he is not a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, he cannot understand the gaffes and excitement of the people of the Ming Dynasty now.
A businessman with a big belly in brocade clothes even stood up and said.
"Hahaha, hahaha!"
“Brother, I am very happy today. I paid for all the purchases made by my friends here!”
When the restaurant owner heard this, he stood up and said with a smile on his face.
"Haha, Boss Zhou is so polite!"
"On this day, how can I ask Boss Zhou to settle the bill? The consumption of everyone present can be regarded as my treat in heaven and on earth!"
“Everyone can come here more often from now on!”
Everyone was ecstatic and expressed that they would come often in the future.
…
A young scholar wearing a cross-collared Confucian shirt lost his composure and cried bitterly at his desk.
"Wang Shibei sets the Central Plains Day!"
"Don't forget to report the family sacrifice to Nai Weng!"
"Dad, Daming has won, Daming has won!"
"When Jiangnan is restored and Nanjing is recovered, can the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains be far behind?!"
"You can rest in peace!"
His father was one of the survivors of the Ming Dynasty who fled all the way to Nanyang from the Ming Dynasty after Jiashen.
Over the years, his father has been looking forward to the day when the Ming Dynasty will regain control of the Central Plains and regain its old capital.
Looking forward to the restoration of the Han Dynasty!
Now the wait is finally here!
But his father died of illness last year.
He still remembered that before his father died, he had been holding his hand and reciting Lu You's poems with a choked voice.
"When I die, I know that everything is in vain, but I am sad that I will not see the same people in all nine states! Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices!"
The only pity is that his father was not alive to hear the good news of the Ming Dynasty's restoration of Nanjing.
…
In a private room on the second floor, an old man wearing a Confucian shirt with silver hair on his head said hello.
"Bring a pen and paper, bring a pen and paper!"
Not long after, someone brought him pen and paper.
The brush in the old man's hand was stained with thick ink, and the smile on his face almost overflowed as he wrote straight away.
"The water is beautiful, the green shirt is thin, and the heavy snow is swaying."
"It's a good dream to have swords and soldiers, but it's cold to wear a general's clothes."
"The armor is dazzling, the flag is hunting!"
"The more the heavenly soldiers become 100,000, return my old capital!"
"..."
When everyone around saw this scene, they all applauded.
The standard of this kind of poetry is not high, but it touches the hearts of many people.
On this day, the wine and meat in Malacca are almost sold out!
…
Liszt and others stayed in the post office. Although they had no worries about food and drink, they were grounded and lost their freedom.
You can only have fun drinking and gambling every day!
Suddenly, Liszt, who was drunk, was awakened by the earth-shattering cheers outside. He put down the dice in his hand and looked up out of the window.
The expression on his face was just the right amount of astonishment.
He strode towards the post officer's door and asked the guard on duty at the door.
"Brother, what's going on outside?"
"So many people are cheering, but what happy event happened?"
The guard's face was full of pride, he grinned and said.
"It was me, Ming Dynasty, who won the decisive battle in Jiangnan!"
"His Royal Highness Jian Guo personally led the army to defeat the Qing invaders who invaded the south, annihilated hundreds of thousands of elite Qing troops, and achieved a great victory!"
"And regained my old capital of the Ming Dynasty!"
When Liszt heard this, he took a breath of air.
The main elite forces of the Ming Dynasty are now gathered in their homeland and are fighting the Tatars in the north. Liszt knows this.
The war between the Ming and Qing Dynasties is no secret in the West.
After all, Emperor Yongli announced his conversion to Catholicism in order to seek help from the West.
Well, Yongli’s disgrace was all thrown to the West!
The most important thing is that even though Yongli lost his face to the West, he still failed to invite reinforcements.
However, Lister, an Englishman, is still shocked when he hears about the scale of wars in the East involving hundreds of thousands of people.
Hundreds of thousands of people!
That’s hundreds of thousands of people!
When the bourgeois revolution broke out in England, the largest battle was the Battle of Marston Moor, commanded by Cromwell himself.
The total number of participants in the battle on both sides was only 10,000 or 20,000.
As for the decisive battle in the south of the Yangtze River during the Ming Dynasty, the number of soldiers and horses participating in the battle between the Ming and Qing armies was as high as hundreds of thousands.
The scale of such a war...
Liszt really didn't dare to think about it.
Doesn't this mean that if the British Empire's life-and-death battle was placed in the East, it wouldn't even make waves?
The gap between the East and the West is really too big now!
…
Nanjing City!
Qian Mansion!
The Ming Dynasty temporarily stopped the repair work of the Forbidden City because the craftsmen who were used to repair the Forbidden City were transferred to repair the Temple of Heaven and Earth in preparation for Zhu Hongyu's coronation ceremony.
Of course, the more important reason is that Zhu Hongyu was unwilling to recruit civilian men, which would waste people and money.
Otherwise, it is not impossible to repair the Forbidden City and the Temple of Heaven and Earth at the same time.
Zhu Hongyu casually flipped through the report handed in from below. In front of him, Wang Ruxian and Zhang Huangyan stood, waiting for his instructions.
After Zhang Huangyan finished compiling "New Confucianism", he was transferred to the Ming Dynasty Cabinet by Zhu Hongyu and served as the chief minister of the cabinet.
Now he is also an important figure in the Ming Dynasty!
What Zhu Hongyu held in his hand was Daming's recent work report.
Including preparations for the imperial examination, preparations for the enthronement ceremony, including the implementation of Ming Dynasty's local governance policies...and so on!
Needless to say, the preparations for the imperial examination were the fastest to be implemented as the government decree was issued, and the information related to the imperial examination was the fastest, if not the only one.
After all, it was an imperial examination. Every official in the Ming Dynasty counted one by one, and no one dared to delay the imperial examination.