Chapter 88: Thats Xiaoling (Happy New Years Day, first order please)
That was the only thing about Zhu Ying's life experience in the Ming Dynasty.
Judging from the quality of the cloth, he must be from a wealthy family.
After Zhu Ying finished speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang became a little excited when he heard this.
"What kind of cloth is it? Show it to us quickly." Zhu Yuanzhang said hurriedly.
"It's not possible now. I left the strip of cloth over there in the Western Region. But a few days ago, I have arranged for someone to bring the strip of cloth over. Then the old man will help me take a look."
Zhu Ying said that he didn't care too much about his own life experience. It was just a matter of convenience to bring him here.
After finishing speaking, Zhu Ying added with a smile: "When the time comes, I have prepared a surprise for the old man."
The surprise Zhu Ying was talking about was naturally sweet potatoes and potatoes, including corn.
Even if production is reduced, it is still very important to Ming Dynasty today and can save a large number of disaster victims.
"Tell us, what does that piece of cloth look like? Is it the clothes you wear?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked impatiently after hearing this.
Zhu Ying nodded: "When I was fished out from the river by my father, my clothes were all broken. My father left me the embroidered piece."
"The cloth strips must be made of Shu brocade, with gold thread embroidered characters."
After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Ying said: "The old man needs to pay more attention. I must have been drowned in the river back then. I once asked someone to go to the capital to inquire."
"But in the fifteenth year of Hongwu, especially in the summer, too many ministers in the imperial court were beheaded. Maybe it was because of that that I was thrown into the river."
After gaining a certain power in the Western Regions, deserts, and grasslands.
Zhu Ying sent someone to the capital to inquire about his life experience.
But in the fifteenth year of Hongwu, especially during the summer.
Around the same time that Zhu Ying was drowned, Queen Ma fell seriously ill and died.
His Majesty Long Yan was furious, a large number of courtiers were beheaded, countless ministers' families were broken up, and too many people were beheaded.
At Zhu Ying's age, too many people died due to various reasons.
After receiving the news, Zhu Ying guessed that she might be the child of a certain minister's family.
In ancient times, it was not uncommon for people to drown their children to avoid tragic consequences.
So from then on, Zhu Ying gave up the idea of searching for her life experience.
If I were the descendant of a certain criminal minister, or even one of the nine clans that were executed, wouldn't I be so anxious to dig into the documents in the sea?
"Is there only one word?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked again.
His eldest grandson Zhu Xiongying was brought up by Empress Ma, and all his intimate clothes were cut by Empress Ma herself.
Zhu Yuanzhang clearly remembered that when his eldest grandson was buried, the underwear he wore had the name embroidered by his eldest sister on his eldest grandson: Zhu Xiongying.
Zhu Ying explained: "That's not the case. The clothes were torn to pieces at that time, and there weren't many English characters left. I could only vaguely identify it as an English character. As for how many characters there were, I don't know."
It is a very common phenomenon to embroider words, flowers, and poems and patterns on underwear.
Especially women, I like it the most.
For example, women's bellybands are often embroidered by the women themselves, including mandarin ducks and poems.
Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang suppressed his excitement. He had a hunch that this piece of cloth was the ironclad proof of Da Sun's identity.
As long as the identity of the eldest grandson is confirmed, Zhu Yuanzhang can bring the eldest grandson back to the palace.
When the time comes, let’s see if you, a little brat, still dare to be lazy with us.
"Okay, it's getting late today. There are still a lot of things waiting for us in the palace, so I'll leave first and come back to see you another day." Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and said.
As Zhu Yuanzhang stood up, Zhu Ying also stood up to see him off.
When he arrived downstairs, Zhu Ying unexpectedly discovered that Rujun, Minister of the Ministry of War, was still waiting downstairs.
"Okay, don't give it away. Let's go back with Ru Shangshu."
Zhu Yuanzhang confessed and left.
Zhu Ying looked at the old man's back, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.
What is Ru Yu's identity? He is a member of the Six Books of the Book of Secretariat. Although he is said to be of the second rank, there is no such thing as a prime minister in the Ming Dynasty.
He is considered a top minister and a pillar of the imperial court.
The old man is just a grand master of the palace. The current grand master of the palace has not yet developed into the cabinet after Yongle.
Apart from assisting His Majesty, making suggestions and reviewing memorials, he has no other powers.
Even the memorials approved by the Grand Master of the Imperial Palace have to be reviewed by six ministers. If there are no other problems, they will be considered passed by His Majesty.
He only exists as His Majesty's secretary. Although his official position is only the fifth rank, his status is respected.
But it is a bit unusual to have a six-story minister waiting.
The old man’s name is Zhu Guorui.
In Zhu Ying's opinion, this name is relatively common. However, the old man's surname is Zhu, and he also holds an important position such as a bachelor, which shows that he has a very close relationship with Zhu Yuanzhang.
Having known the old man for such a long time, Zhu Ying could also feel the majesty of the old man.
And judging from his figure, he must have been a good fighter when he was young.
How could such a person not be recorded in the Ming Dynasty?
Although Zhu Ying had not studied the history of the Ming Dynasty in his previous life, he should not have the slightest impression of such a character.
pseudonym?
Zhu Ying frowned slightly and told Uncle Zhang next to him: "Send a greeting card to the eldest prince of the Yan Palace. I will go to visit you tomorrow."
After moving out from Prince Yan's Mansion, the gate of Prince Yan's Mansion is not accessible as soon as you enter. Under normal circumstances, greeting cards will be sent there in advance. This is etiquette.
Zhu Gaochi often comes in and out of the palace, so he must be familiar with the grand master of the palace. If you ask him, you will probably know the identity of the old man.
After leaving the teahouse, Zhu Ying walked on the streets of the capital toward the courtyard, followed by Uncle Zhang.
Today's capital is considered the most prosperous area in the entire Ming Dynasty, and even in the world.
The Qinhuai River today is much wider than that of later generations. Both sides of the Qinhuai River are densely populated, with tall buildings and grain ships gathering.
There is an endless flow of people coming and going on the streets. There are officials on horseback, hawkers, family members riding sedans, tourists asking for directions, old people begging, monks carrying baskets, etc. It can be said that there are all kinds of people, including men, women, old and young, officials, businessmen and gentry.
The wealthy nobles in the sedan chair are arrogant and conceited, the dandy boys in the restaurant are reveling wantonly, the vendors on the street are constantly selling things, and the disabled old people on the side of the alley are quietly waiting for others' charity.
Zhu Ying took out a few coins, put them in the broken bowl of the disabled old man, and left with a lot of thanks.
Begging in the capital is more civilized than in other places.
After leaving the capital, Zhu Ying would not dare to give alms if he met other beggars.
Once you give alms, you will be surrounded by a group of beggars within a short time.
"Grandpa, I want to eat candied haws."
"Okay, dear grandson, grandpa will buy it for you."
Not far away, a group of conversations between grandfather and grandson caught Zhu Ying's attention.
After listening, Zhu Ying suddenly thought of the old man.
Zhu Ying always felt a little guilty about the old man. At such an old age, he always placed his thoughts on himself, which put a lot of pressure on Zhu Ying.
He was afraid that the old man would fall into too deep a trap.
Thinking of the old man's majesty just now, even the Minister of the Ministry of War had to accompany him, Zhu Ying couldn't help but feel a little pity.
At present, it seems that the old man lacks nothing but family affection.
"I don't know how many people in the old man's family always go out alone without any children to accompany them."
Zhu Ying sighed slightly.
The old man is more powerful than the six ministers, and he can be regarded as an extremely human minister.
At this age, when the old man should be enjoying family happiness, he always looks lonely and helpless, which is really a pity.
You can't pretend to be his grandson yourself. I don't know if the old man has Alzheimer's disease.
He was fished out of the water, and his eldest grandson was obviously buried...
suddenly,
Zhu Ying froze.
He recalled carefully and remembered that the old man once said that his eldest grandson was buried near Zhongshan.