After the Wanshou Festival, things returned to normal for the vassal kings and officials, but the ripples spread across the country.
"But he said that on the day of Wanshou Festival, the whole palace was full of people kneeling on their knees. Hundreds of princes and kingdoms from all over the world bowed their heads one by one and thanked the gifts. It can be said that they were extremely respectful..."
"The power of the heavenly kingdom can be seen like this!"
"After the banquet, His Majesty the Emperor decided to promulgate the Yanhuang Calendar, which will be published soon. It will be available in the Ming Dynasty Gazette in a few days..."
"What, Yanhuang calendar?"
The common people gathered in the teahouse, listening to stories, drinking tea, playing chess, laughing, and suddenly there was a scream.
Suddenly an old man was carrying the birdcage, and the orioles were so frightened that they flew around, their jaws wide open, and their faces were full of disbelief:
"I've only heard of the almanac, the lunar calendar, what the hell is the Yanhuang calendar?"
He couldn't help but be so panicked.
As the most famous fortune teller in the area, he has studied the Book of Changes since he was a child, and is very familiar with the almanac.
Neighbors had to invite him to write couplets, read birth dates, and pick names.
This income alone makes him a step above ordinary people.
If this were changed to the Yanhuang calendar, the income would be cut off.
When everyone saw his appearance, they all laughed: "Old man Zhou, you are probably going to lose your money!"
"What kind of money? I'm just helping my neighbors!"
The old man immediately calmed down, calmed the bird in the cage, and resumed his appearance as a worldly expert.
Everyone laughed again.
The so-called help is just half a chicken, a few pounds of eggs, or a piece of bacon. The price is not light or heavy.
But compared to asking for money, everyone would rather give something.
"Mr. Zhao, what is this Yanhuang calendar?" Old man Zhou stroked his beard and couldn't help but ask.
"Yanhuang Calendar, this is the calendar that the imperial court will publish soon. It has been circulated for a long time!"
The storyteller didn't care, and answered honestly: "It is said that it dates back to the first year of the Yellow Emperor, then two years, three years, until now, including all dynasties."
"This is much more convenient than doing the Earthly Branches on that day, and it saves the need to calculate the year number!"
"Then what year is Yanhuang this year?"
"This year? It's about four thousand six hundred and seventy-two years!"
The storyteller said seriously: "The year when Emperor Taizu founded the Ming Dynasty was the 4368th year of Yanhuang!"
“It’s much clearer this time as we go back from one dynasty to the next!”
Old man Zhou made an estimate in his mind and said casually: "Compared with the Christian calendar, it's three thousand years longer. It's easy to calculate."
As he spoke, he couldn't help showing off: "Liu Bei in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and the Ji Han he established, in the Yanhuang calendar 3221 years!"
"It's been three thousand six hundred and twenty-six years since Taizong of the Tang Dynasty ascended the throne!"
"Good boy, it's been thousands of years!"
"Liu Guan and Zhang are more than 1,400 years old?"
"Guan Yu has been dead for so long?"
For a moment, everyone was in an uproar.
They can naturally do such simple arithmetic, but it would be difficult for them to directly and clearly calculate the date like Old Man Zhou did.
Therefore, for the first time in the Yanhuang calendar, it was so deeply impressed in their eyes.
The history of the past is also so simple and easy to understand.
"My father died last year, in the year 4671 of the Yanhuang calendar!"
A big man said happily: "When I die, my son will be able to remember which year I went there. This is great!"
For a moment, everyone laughed.
"Here comes the fan!" The waiter gestured, and the shopkeeper whispered advice.
After a while, several big men in strong suits walked in, swinging ropes in their hands.
They looked around and then said loudly: "I want to inform you that there was a big thief in Wanping County not long ago and took away three hundred yuan from the family of a military member. Anyone with information will be rewarded!"
"What kind of attire does this military officer have? He actually asked me to find someone for him!"
Several people got together to discuss.
At this time, Old Man Zhou pinched his beard and said: "This soldier gave birth to a beautiful woman. She entered the East Palace to accompany the prince and gave birth to a daughter."
"Those people in Dongchang don't have to worry!"
"Everyone, I have wine here, who wants to try it?" The shopkeeper hurriedly came out and interrupted the conversation, holding the glass bottle with a smile.
If we continue talking, can we still do business?
The scarlet red wine in his hand was eye-catching: "This is shipped from Anxi. It is mellow and intoxicating. It is different from white wine and rice wine."
"Shopkeeper, how much does it cost?"
"It's not expensive, only three yuan a bottle, but I can give you a taste!"
For a moment, he shuttled back and forth like a butterfly, pouring down glass after glass of wine.
Everyone drank it happily, although it had a sour taste, but at this price, they had to swallow it.
Old man Zhou squinted his eyes and drank, then opened his mouth and said: "Okay, this is worse than horse urine!"
"Old man Zhou, have you ever drank horse urine?"
"Look at what you said, Mr. Zhou is so capable. He has traveled all over the country and has never eaten anything. He has tasted dragon liver and phoenix marrow, not to mention horse urine!"
"Stop talking three or four times!"
"Nonsense, it has to be calculated according to the toilet, five or six buckets is the minimum!"
At this time, Old Man Zhou blew his beard and stared, becoming angry with embarrassment.
The whole tea shop was filled with a happy atmosphere.
For the nobles, the Yanhuang calendar is also very important to them.
Zhao Shu is old and has crossed the threshold of seventy-three years old, and his whole person feels relieved a lot.
As the saying goes, seventy-three or eighty-four, the King of Hell will not ask you to go.
Seventy-three is the life span of Confucius, but it is only the life span of Mencius. These are the two hurdles in age. It will be fine once they pass.
Seventy years is rare in life, and for Zhao Shu, seventy-four is already a long life.
The gray beard has turned completely white, and the bones in the body that were originally sick have actually persisted.
I saw that his eldest son, who was also in his fifties and had some gray hair on his temples, was respectfully holding the almanac and presenting it to his old father.
Zhao Shu's arms have exposed veins, his dry skin shows his age, there are age spots on his face, and there are ridged eyes on the bridge of his nose.
These were reading glasses given to him by the emperor. He couldn't put them down and wore them all day long.
The Yanhuang calendar circulated among the people is the future for ordinary people, but it is the present for them.
The emperor printed a thousand copies in advance and gave them to the heroes and nobles.
He flipped through the Yanhuang calendar, stared at the year 3647, pointed with his index finger and said: "This is the first year of Shaowu, and the prince was born in this year."
"Haha, but His Majesty ascended the throne in 3646!"
Listening to his father's laughter, the eldest son said helplessly: "Dad, who doesn't know this?"
"Emperor Sizong died in 4644, the Jiashen year, and Governor Sun died in battle in 4643. In just one year, the country of Ming Dynasty collapsed..."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but burst into tears: "Governor Sun has been in prison for several years. Chongzhen did not think about employing people, so that thieves broke out, the country collapsed, the smell of smell was everywhere, and the people were displaced. Henan Province only had hundreds of thousands of people, which was not as good as ten years ago.
one……"
"In my hometown of Shanxi, 30% to 40% of the people have died, and people's livelihood is difficult..."
Listening to his father's nagging words, the son felt helpless.
"By the way, Dad, in which year did my mother pass away?"
"She died of illness within two years of coming to Shaanxi with me. It must have been the plague. In the fifteenth year of Chongzhen..."
At this time, the housekeeper came to report that the prince was visiting.
The eldest son felt like he was being pardoned and couldn't wait to say: "Father, please hold back, the prince is here!"
Hearing this, Zhao Shu was shocked and immediately perked up: "Guizi, the prince is here, why don't you make me tremble? What are you doing standing there?"
Soon, Prince Zhu Cunqu came in casual clothes, indicating that he was a private person and not so formal!
Zhu Cunqu couldn't help but moisten the corners of his eyes when he saw that Zhao Shu, the auxiliary minister of Zeng Guo, was so old.
He can't forget the teachings he gave him back then and calmed him down.
Moreover, he was also the first to persuade him to be crown prince, allowing himself to establish his position in advance.
His mother, Sun Xueniang, had been talking about it for a long time and had always been very close to Zhao Shu.
"Why does the old prince need to welcome you?"
The prince hurriedly helped Zhao Shu, who was kneeling, and sat down with him.
"I have been busy these days with the Wanshou Festival and some court affairs. I didn't come to see the Duke until today. I hope you will forgive me!"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has many things to do, so I would be very grateful if you could come and see me!"
Zhao Shu smiled and held the prince's hand tightly, reluctant to leave: "I heard that His Highness went to Guangdong and Guangxi again?"
"Yes!" The prince said with a slight disappointment: "It has been almost two years since I took office as the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi. The task of reforming the country and returning it to the local people is very important!"
"How can you stay in the local area all the time!" Zhao Shu said with some displeasure: "How many years have you experienced in the local area? From the Northeast to the West, and then to Guangdong and Guangxi, you have become a lot worse!"
The son on the side was heartbroken when he heard this.
Good fellow, you are always talking about the emperor!
Dongchang spreads people everywhere, with eyes and ears everywhere.
"Father, this is to train me. My ability is not enough..." Zhu Cunqu chuckled.
"But the truth?" Zhao Shu asked in a low voice, his eyes sharp.
"It's the truth!" Zhu Cuqu said firmly.
"Not dissatisfied?"
Zhao Shu asked in a low voice.
"No!" Zhu Cunqu immediately objected.
"That's good!" Zhao Shu softened his tone and said softly: "No matter how long you have been out, how long you have been in Beijing, whether you are outside or in private, Your Highness must be as resolute and decisive as today!"
"Thunder, rain, and dew are all your kindness, which must not be forgotten! Resentment is even more unforgettable!"
Zhao Shu said sincerely.
Zhu Cunqu immediately felt his heart tremble.
In more than ten years of being a prince, he still made such a careless mistake.
Thinking of this, he became even more grateful to the old man: "Thanks to Mr. Zhao for the tip!"
"It is said that during the Jiajing period, Emperor Jiajing believed in Taoism, and several of his sons died in infancy. After learning from the pain, he actually believed the words of the two dragons that they should not meet each other, so he never refused to establish a prince to avoid conflict!"
"Now that His Majesty is in Beijing and the Crown Prince is away, it also means something!"
Zhao Shu spoke softly, and it was only heard by a few people, but not the fourth person.
After a meeting, the prince left the Duke's Mansion with a relaxed look on his face, quite a bit of a free spirit.
The next day, the prince and the king of Xiang asked the emperor to resign.
Zhu Yixi looked at the two brothers with an incomprehensible expression.
"Lao Jiu, your country of Xiang is in Borneo and can be said to be the leader of the three countries. You should take more care of your two brothers and don't bully them!"
King Xiang was stunned for a moment, and then he felt very happy.
The emperor gave him a name, and coupled with his status as his legitimate son, there is no doubt that he is the eldest brother of the Three Kingdoms.
When the time comes, he will be able to get the Three Kingdoms to come and worship.
Since he had already sent greetings on the Wanshou Festival before, Zhu Yixi knew the Xiang Kingdom well.
There are about 300,000 people, and there are over 100,000 people near Brunei City, the capital.
Among them, there are about 250,000 native people and Han people who have moved south over the years. In recent years, about 50,000 Han people have migrated.
With an empress mother, the King of Hunan was not short of money. At the same time, the prince was his elder brother, so it was extremely convenient for him to immigrate from Guangdong and Guangxi.
Fifty thousand people were relocated in just a few years, a number that other feudal states would envy.
At the same time, apart from Qin, Xiang has the best conditions.
The Kingdom of Brunei is a feudal kingdom, and the Han people have helped cultivate it for hundreds of years. It is not that laborious to rule, and there is a lot of mature land. The craftsmen are excellent.
This is also the advantage of the legitimate son, and I cannot envy him.
The prince glanced at him, with doubts in his eyes.
After King Xiang left first, Zhu Yixi had nothing to hide from the prince:
"There are too many vassals, and the mountains are high and the rivers are far away. The court cannot control them all at once, so someone needs to take charge of them for surveillance!"
As he spoke, he revealed a sigh: "Although there are many vassal kings, they are inevitably divided into distant and near ones! As time goes by, the closeness of blood will become thinner."
"When I am on the throne, they will come to perform Hajj and treat you with respect as a subordinate. When you come to power in the future, they will congratulate you. When your grandson succeeds to the throne, he will be respectful with his face but not with his heart."
"After a hundred years, I'm afraid I will only have awe and fear for the imperial court..."
"Father, please send the chief inspector!" Zhu Cunqu raised his head and said seriously.
"Governor? He is an outsider after all!" Zhu Yixi said disdainfully:
"How can he know the dirty things in private? Only with insiders can we know ourselves and the enemy!"
As he said that, the emperor laughed: "Besides, did I promise them anything?"
"As long as there is no title, everything is vain. If you can give it to him today, you can give it to another person tomorrow."
As he spoke, he patted the prince on the shoulder: "You cannot let the vassal family dominate, nor can you let it unite as one. You have to measure the moderation."
"By the way, the Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi has the power to supervise the Qin State. You can't spend all your time on reforming the land and returning it to the locals..."
The prince was thoughtful.
Returning to Kunning Palace, the queen held her grandson in her arms and looked at the prince with distress: "My son, your father tried to temper you, but he went too far and was too cruel."
"Let me tell you, is a desolate and smoky place a place for humans? There are even locusts growing on the trees, and the insects are thicker than people!"
"Mother, in fact, Guangzhou is not worse than Jiangnan..." He raised his head and comforted his mother.
But then, his mother was chatting affectionately with her grandson and ignored him.
Zhu Cunqu laughed dumbly.
The princess on the side smiled and said: "The prince is happy in Guangzhou and does not miss Shu. Guangzhou is so free!"
The prince had not yet reacted to Zeng's words, but the queen reacted at this time and defended her son:
"The prince's population is too small after all. Crown Princess, when will you give me another grandson?"
Mrs. Zeng immediately blushed with embarrassment and remained reserved.
The prince smiled bitterly in his heart.
After saying this, the queen changed her expression to a serious one:
"It's not that I'm telling you that a man should have a group of wives and concubines. Your father is a male leader and has dozens of children, so that the main branch of the royal family can flourish..."
Zhu Cunqu fell silent.
After nearly eight years of marriage, he has three sons and one daughter, which is fine among the people, but not enough for the royal family.
The mortality rate of children is too high, and many of them die in their prime. The more children, the safer it is.
"I understand!" Zhu Cunqu nodded in agreement, his expression full of seriousness.
After he left, the queen's smile gradually grew, but it was no longer so intimate, but more commanding: "It's almost time to choose the prince again, how many more people should be packed into the prince's room!"
"The Queen Mother is very right!" Mrs. Zeng said obediently: "The Prince's Mansion is currently empty!"
My grandma passed away today. I wrote it in the afternoon plus what I wrote in the evening.