If you sell me for two buckets of rice, my parents will live half a year longer!
Twelve short words, full of sad words!
In the eyes of the world, the old man led a group of poor brothers, raised his sword from Huaixi, and fought in the Central Plains with gold and iron, how heroic and heroic it was.
In fact, if you look carefully, if you still have food for the night at home, who would want to fight and lose your life!
If you are not really desperate, who would be willing to poke a hole in the sky!
We are in the majestic mausoleum of the emperor, with a slight cold wind surging, and the reflection outside the window. Zhu Yunxi's restless modern soul, which is always eager to make achievements, seems to be attracted by these past events and the good intentions of the old man.
, two words were engraved on it.
responsibility!
As an emperor, the whole world supports one person. You can do whatever you want and do whatever you want, but you cannot forget the responsibility of the emperor and your origin.
If you forget, there will be countless people like the Zhu family in the world who will rebel against you!
This is the simplest truth and the most profound lesson!
After worshiping at the imperial mausoleum, there is the Temple of Meritorious Officials.
Zhu Yunxi's chariot was much larger than when he paid homage to the imperial mausoleum. There were tens of thousands of soldiers along the way. In addition to the civil and military officials of Zhongdu, there were dozens of disabled old people in the team.
After arriving at the Temple of Meritorious Officers, the people guarding the place were all gray-haired veterans with mutilated bodies.
The Temple of the Founding Heroes of the Ming Dynasty is located in Yinglingfang in Zhongdu City. The main hall is not very grand, but it is full of chilling atmosphere.
Zhu Yunxi led the people into the gate of the Temple of Meritorious Officers, and faced a stone tablet full of names engraved on it.
Different from the Ancestral Temple where the heroes in the capital are entitled to enjoy, most of the heroes in the temple were Huaixi men who died early in the war and did not wait for the founding of the Ming Dynasty. In fact, these people did not have their own names until they died in the battle. What is engraved on the stone tablet is still
The numerical names of the Han people under the rule of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty.
For example, Chen Sanwu, Xu Erliu, Zhang San, Li Si...
Children of the Han Dynasty were given names by their parents, which were taboo when they were alive and became tombstones when they died. However, under the rule of the Meng Yuan Dynasty, the poor people did not even have the most basic dignity. To choose a name, you have to pay a poll tax to the government, and you have to pay money. Poor people
, can’t afford it, dare not call.
After walking past the stone monument and entering the main hall, Zhu Yunxi immediately felt that the surrounding scene was very familiar.
It turns out that the central hall of the Governor's Mansion of the Fifth Army is exactly the same as this main hall. In the Governor's Mansion of the Fifth Army in the capital, there are many armors of heroes. In addition to the tablets, this hall is filled with weapons and other objects used by the heroes back then.
Main hall, Mingxun Pavilion,
At the front, on the left and right sides, there is a tall tablet. Behind the tablet is a lifelike portrait of a real person.
On the left, the man with a round face and dull eyes is Xu Gong, the former king of Wuning in Zhongshan during the Ming Dynasty.
On the right, the man with flying beard and energetic look is Chang Gong, the Zhongwu King of Kaiping in the Ming Dynasty.
After the two famous generals, there are also portraits of heroes.
For a time, Zhu Yunxi had mixed feelings in his heart, "It is said that the merits and demerits are left to future generations to comment on, but without these heroes and martyrs of the Ming Dynasty, I am afraid that it would still be a luxury for southerners to have their own names at this time!"
In the Xun Pavilion, Zhu Yunxi and his military ministers stood still, while veterans of hundreds of battles stood outside the pavilion. Civil servants and eunuchs retreated far away. Only two living officials were left, who were responsible for recording.
"Send incense!" Zhu Yunxi said.
The flower clouds fell, and the armored guards lit the incense in the copper stove in front of the memorial tablet.
Everyone looked solemn. Chang Sheng, the founder of the country, walked up to the portrait of Chang Yuchun and offered incense with his own hands. He could hardly help himself, with tears streaming down his face and suppressing his cries.
"Father, His Highness is here to see you!"
As soon as he shed tears, the surrounding guards of Zhu Yunxi all shed tears secretly. They were all the children of meritorious officials, and they felt sorry for each other. Outside the pavilion, the veterans of hundreds of battles who stood solemnly, although there were still no expressions on their faces,
The sadness in his eyes was beyond words.
Zhu Yunxi slowly walked to the portrait of Chang Yuchun, "This is the first time I have seen the portrait of the late King Kaiping!"
"This is the most similar portrait of my father that was made by the painter Semuren ordered by the emperor in the sixth year of Hongwu!" Chang Sheng said, wiping his tears.
"Gu, personally serve the wine!"
As soon as the words fell, the people around him were immediately moved and shouted, "No, Your Highness!"
"Your Highness is the king, and all the meritorious officials are ministers. Coming to the temple to offer sacrifices to the meritorious officials is already a huge honor, how can I allow His Highness to serve wine!" Chang Sheng said loudly.
Zhu Yunxi smiled faintly, looked around at the ministers in the pavilion and the veterans outside the palace, and said, "Although they are monarchs and ministers, they are also ancestors. Without them, there would be no Ming Dynasty. There would be no more four classes of people.
It’s no longer a peaceful world for cows and horses.”
"We are here to offer sacrifices. Although I am the grandson of the emperor, I am also the junior of these meritorious officials." As he said that, Zhu Yunxi put one glass of wine in front of the spirits of the meritorious officials and raised the other cup in his hand. "This glass is a tribute to the heroes of the Ming Dynasty.
Daming!"
In the Xun Pavilion, after everyone was slightly stunned, they shouted loudly.
"Your Highness, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"
Amid the call, it was like wind blowing. Sandalwood rose and the portrait moved slightly.
A glass of water and wine fell to the ground, and the suppressed crying finally turned into a howl.
Behind the Prime Minister, Cao Guogong Li Jinglong knelt under the portraits of his grandfather Li Zhen and his father Li Wenzhong, crying loudly.
"Grandpa, father, His Highness has given you a toast!"
"Today, I propose a toast in front of all the heroes. The Ming Dynasty will last forever, and Han's ambition will be as high as the mountains!"
Afterwards, the animals were slaughtered outside the Xun Pavilion and offered in front of the spirit. The gold paper was burned and the sacrifice table was recited.
"The ruler of the Yuan Dynasty lost his virtue and China was in ruins. A man grew up in the grass and had ambitions in all directions."
"The heroes themselves are just teachings, and their swords and spears are clanging all over the world; Yuan Gang cannot stand up to the methods of other generations of ancestors, and heroes can't be kind. I am Zhang Huang's Sixth Division, flying flags and horns, brave men serve, wise men praise Xiang."
(groups in the same group, qun.)
"Guanzhong is settled, the streets are playing music, and the Xuantu is playing music to return the book. Ten kings from the three kingdoms of Nanfan will come. The tripod is set against the Jinling, and the tiger is sitting on it to honor the phoenix. The stars are high in the sky and the moon shines across the sea. Zhongshan
Zhenyue and the mountains touch Yinhuang."
While reciting loudly, Zhu Yunxi looked at the portraits of his predecessors and said silently in his heart.
"The younger generations are here to warn all the sages. The splendid Ming Dynasty you have built will never repeat the same mistakes again, and the lives will be ruined, and the rivers will fall into the hands of foreigners. Nor will they remain complacent and cause the country to lose your heroic spirit. The country may have its glory days.
, heroes have been born in China from generation to generation. And the barbarians and Di people can be unified, and China has always been at the top of Kunlun."
After the ritual recitation is completed, the ceremony is completed.
Then, Zhu Yunxi led his people outside the Xun Pavilion. Only to find that there was nothing under the stone tablet with many names engraved on it.
"Why are there no sacrifices here?" Zhu Yunxi asked displeasedly, "I am here alone to worship the heroes of the Ming Dynasty. Aren't the people on this stone tablet the heroes of the Ming Dynasty?"
Hero is a title that belongs to a few people.
Most people are drowned in the long river of history. It is a blessing to be able to leave a name in history!
This time, there was no need for officials to follow all the actions. Several disabled veterans with gray hair and beards were already busy. Tributes were placed under the stone tablet, and gold paper was burned in the huge stone furnace.
"What is a hero? You are a hero who lived and died for the Ming Dynasty. Even if you don't have a title or a name, you are still a hero!" Zhu Yunxi looked around at the officials, "The names on this monument are all heroes who died for the Ming Dynasty. You will follow.
To worship the meritorious ministers alone in the temple, but not to worship them, would be a perfunctory task!"
"I am guilty!" Wu Zhong, the general manager of Huaixi, pleaded guilty.
"Your Highness, it's not the officials who are perfunctory!" Outside the crowd, an old man with a severed hand among the veterans of hundreds of battles said, "Every year in the Meritorious Temple, the brothers who died in the war have incense. Today, Your Highness is offering sacrifices to the heroes of the Ming Dynasty.
My brothers, being able to have a name on the stone tablet is already a sign of merit from our ancestors. How dare you let His Highness personally worship!" He said with a simple smile, "I am satisfied to have a name on the stone tablet. Like me, I am disabled but not dead.
, I will never be without such grace in the future!”
Zhu Yunxi looked at the other party's severed hand and said gently, "You are heroes when you fight for the country!" Then, he paused and said, "Old man, what is your name? Why is your hand broken?"
"Zhao Er..." the old man thought for a moment and grinned, "My grandpa started it. Later, during the war, I caught him... and recruited him.
Mr. Xiu Cai gave him a name, Zhao Shouren!" As he said this, the other finger, which was also missing two fingers, scratched its head and said with a smile, "I can't read, so I can't remember it!"
Hearing him speak with a Huaixi accent, which was somewhat similar to the old man, Zhu Yunxi felt friendly and asked, "Is your hometown also from Fengyang?"
"It's just three miles away from the emperor's village. All the young people in our village went to fight with the emperor!" The old soldier laughed, "This hand was just thrown away in Luoyang. It hurts me!"
Seeing his simplicity, Zhu Yunxi laughed and said, "How are you doing?"
"Well, we have 100 acres of land at home, several cows, mules and donkeys, and my grandson's wife has raised a lot of chickens!" The veteran grinned, "Your Majesty's grace does not allow us to pay taxes on grain, so we can grow as much as we want.
It’s my own!”
At this time, someone else interrupted and said with a smile, "Your old Zhao family has the best life, and there is also an oil press! Your Highness, this man is an old man. He has never given gifts to old brothers like us in these years.
Try some soy sauce!"
"What are you doing, Hu Qin?" Zhao Er couldn't help but asked, "In front of His Majesty, are you trying to tear me down?" As he said this, he suddenly became bold and ignored the fact that the manager of Huaixi next to him was so anxious that he couldn't stop sweating from his forehead.
He winked and boldly said, "Your Highness, I dare to ask for a favor. If you don't mind, come and sit at my house. I have a house in the city!"
As he said that, he looked around, looked at the people around him, and said proudly, "Come on, everyone, I... I won't survive until I risk it all!"
"Hahaha!" Zhu Yunxi burst out laughing at the veteran's honesty.
"How outrageous!" Gou Ren gritted his teeth in anger and his face turned livid, "In front of His Highness, you are saying such arrogant things and yet you still don't apologize!"
"It doesn't matter!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "He is also outspoken!"
Zhao Er smiled honestly again, then looked at Gou Ren and moved his lips.
He is clearly saying silently, "You eggless coward!"
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Let me tell you a few words from my heart. This book is very long. I set the outline and plot to be four million words.
The Thief has no other ideas, he just hopes to write it down well and dedicate a good book to everyone.
There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. They have different opinions and understand each other.