As soon as the news of the death of the ginkgo trees in front of the Xiaoling Palace reached the palace, the emperor immediately sent his imperial guards to closely protect the ginkgo trees. These sword-carrying guards around the emperor were absolutely loyal to Zhu Di.
This was the first time that people were allowed to get close, so the scene remained as it was when the crime occurred.
Zhang Fu was asking over there, while Wang Xianze and Wu Wei were carefully observing the ginkgo trees.
Wang Xian has little research in this area, but Wu Wei is an expert. He has grown herbal medicine with Dr. Wu since he was a child, and is very familiar with the ginkgo tree, which has high medicinal value.
"A ginkgo tree that has been growing for more than ten years suddenly dies. It may be caused by pests, it may be burned to death by fertilizers, or it may be caused by drought or flooding." Wu Wei started to touch a dead ginkgo tree.
While digging at the tree, he whispered to Wang Xian: "As for man-made methods, there are more. I have more than a dozen ways to make all these tree gods die without anyone noticing."
Wang Xian squatted aside and asked in a low voice: "Don't others know these methods?"
"There are too many talented people in the imperial court." Wu Wei curled his lips and said, "Sir, do you think they are just for food? They are just pretending to be confused because they understand."
"You mean they all knew it but didn't say anything?" Wang Xian asked.
"It's true that no one dares to meddle in other people's business." Wu Weidao said, "Otherwise, you can always tell someone from Dingmao." He picked up a piece of tree root that had just been taken out of the soil and said, "Sir, please see, the root of the tree is black and rotten.
It's obviously damaged by water. Can the adults at the Ministry of Industry see that? They obviously know it but don't say anything."
"It hasn't rained much in the past month," Wang Xian thought about it.
"It doesn't rain much." Wu Wei nodded and said, "It's true that ginkgo is afraid of waterlogging, but it won't cause root rot easily.
"This soil doesn't look that damp." Wang Xian said, twisting the soil on the ground.
"Yes, dig it down and take a look." Wu Wei picked up the shovel and began to dig away the soil one shovel after another.
"What are you doing, stop it!" Seeing this, the old eunuch hurried over to stop him.
"This tree is dead." Wang Xiandao.
"It looks dead now, but the ginkgo tree is said to have faked its death. Do you dare to say that it will never come back to life?" The old eunuch glared and said, "Besides, what kind of place is this? You dare to disturb the Taizu by disturbing the ground?
What should the emperor do?”
"Then how did you plant this tree?" Wang Xian said with a white look at him.
"Then..." The old eunuch was at a loss for words. After a while, he finally paused and said, "It's not possible, it's not possible. Even if we want to break ground, we have to report it to the Emperor Ming."
"There is no need to explain, the emperor has given me the right to act expediently." Zhang Fu, who was originally questioning the young eunuch, came over at some point, stood behind the old eunuch with his hands behind his hands and said, "As for Taizu, when I paid my respects just now
I have also prayed, and if the old man disagrees, I will issue a warning. It has been so quiet for a while, which shows that Emperor Taizu also wants to find out the truth."
Zhang Fu was worthy of being a decisive and decisive commander. He cut through the mess with a sharp sword and left the old eunuch speechless.
"Go, help us dig together." Seeing that the old eunuch remained silent, Zhang Fu ordered his men to dig the tree pit with Wu Wei. Over a cup of tea, they dug down more than two feet deep. Wu Wei suddenly stopped and went down.
In a moment, he threw the shovel in his hand and jumped into the pit. When he stood up, his hands covered with mud were holding a handful of mud and said loudly:
"There's water underneath, that's why the ginkgo tree suddenly died."
"How?" Zhang Fu asked hurriedly.
"Ginkgo trees are particularly afraid of waterlogging. If the roots of the tree are soaked in water for a long time, the roots will rot, then the leaves will fall, and the entire tree will die," Wu Weidao said.
"Why is there water underneath?" Zhang Fu frowned and said, "It's been fine after so many summers, how come the roots are rotten this season?"
"I think it has something to do with the ground." Wang Xian, who had been watching coldly from the side, spoke at this time: "I think the walls of these tree pits should be made of stone, and water cannot seep out, so it accumulates there.
In the tree hole
"Dig them all up," Zhang Fu immediately ordered. He looked at the old eunuch again and said, "Don't just watch, send someone to help as well."
"Yes." The old eunuch had no choice but to nod, and several strong young eunuchs joined in with shovels. The digging speed increased sharply. After a while, they dug out the hard stone wall. As Wang Xian said, these
The tree pits are all three-foot-deep pits dug out of rocks and then filled with soil to plant trees.
"Why did nothing happen all these years ago?" Zhang Fu asked in a deep voice.
"It depends on the season. When the rainy season comes in the south of the Yangtze River, the weather becomes hot." Wang Xian said: "Trees need a lot of water in summer, so the accumulated water in the tree pits is just used to replenish the evaporated water."
As he spoke, he said in a deep voice: "But more than ten days ago, it was still early spring when it was warm and then cold. The ginkgo tree did not need much water at all. If the tree pit was filled with water at this time, the water would not be absorbed, and the roots of the tree would of course need to
Rotten."
"It makes sense." Zhang Fu praised the words and looked at the old eunuch with a somewhat cold gaze: "Does the eunuch of the Shrine have any regulations on how these ginkgo trees should be watered that month?"
"Yes." The old eunuch wiped his sweat and said, "There are corresponding regulations for the corresponding months. For example, from May to September, if it does not rain more than three inches in seven days, it needs to be watered once..."
“What about February?”
"In February, watering is only needed if it doesn't rain more than an inch for ten days."
"How much water?"
"Half the amount."
"Have you ever had root rot before?" Zhang Fu asked.
"No." The old eunuch shook his head and said, "This amount has been worked out over the years, and it has never gone wrong." He wiped his tears and said, "Normally there shouldn't be water under this tree pit, and it is exactly this water.
Killed these trees."
"Then where did this water come from? Did it fall from the sky or seep from the ground?" Zhang Fu asked with a dark face.
"The stone pit cannot seep water." The old eunuch's tone was already very weak.
"That's what fell from the sky." Zhang Fu said solemnly: "It has hardly rained during this period. If you hadn't watered it too much, how could there be so much water in the tree pit?"
"This, our family doesn't know about this either." The old eunuch wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead with his sleeves.
"Dig a few more tree holes," Zhang Fu ordered in a deep voice, and then ordered the commander of the imperial mausoleum guard who was following him:
Immediately send troops to surround the Shrine Superintendent and put everyone under guard."
"This..." The commander of the imperial mausoleum guard immediately looked embarrassed. He only listened to the emperor's command. Although Zhang Fu was the imperial envoy, he was still inferior.
"If you don't want to take action, put my men up." Zhang Fu's face sank and he said in a dark voice: "If one of them escapes, you will be an accomplice. Then in front of the emperor, you will not blame me for not thinking about my love."
"..." The commander of the Royal Tomb Guards suddenly thought of the guards in Qianjin Yi outside Xiamafang, and immediately froze. They were here to arrest people. He couldn't lift his thighs with his arms, and there was no need for him to offend the British Lord for the palace supervisor.
What's more, this is a case of plagiarizing the Nine Clans.
So the next moment, the commander clasped his hands and said: "I will obey the Lord's orders." He waved his hand and shouted: "Go and lead people to surround the palace guards. No one is allowed to let go."
"Don't make any noise." Zhang Fu frowned slightly and said, "Don't disturb the Emperor Taizu."
This sentence made everyone in the audience tremble. Although the sun was shining brightly above their heads, everyone felt that the whole body was eerie, as if Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang really opened his eyes and stared at them faintly.
The old eunuch who was the supervisor of the shrine was so frightened that his knees weakened and he knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face. The commander of the Royal Tomb Guards could not help but chatter his teeth. He was suddenly patted on the shoulder. He was so frightened that he almost screamed and hurriedly raised his hands.
He covered his mouth and slowly turned around with a horrified look on his face, only to see that it was Wang Xian who was filming him.
The commander glared at Wang Xian angrily and lowered his voice: "Do you want to scare people to death?"
"I called you twice, but you didn't respond." Wang Xian said innocently: "Brother Zhang, what are you afraid of?"
"I, I'm not afraid..." Commander Zhang's lips trembled slightly.
"Obviously you are afraid." Wang Xian sneered: "It seems that you are also involved in this matter?"
"No, no, it has nothing to do with me," Commander Zhang quickly denied.
"Who does that have to do with?" Wang Xian asked without letting him breathe.
"Follow him..." Commander Zhang realized that he had been deceived as soon as he spoke, and quickly changed his words: "I don't know."
"Really?" Wang Xian gave a sinister look. After staying in Beizhen Fusi for a long time, it was inevitable that he would be contaminated by this terrifying atmosphere.
"Wang, Mr. Wang, please, don't bully others too much." Commander Zhang looked at Zhang Fu again, and saw that the young master with the same surname was also looking at him with a gloomy face. He couldn't help but feel angry and jealous.
Said: "Although you are from Beizhen Fusi, I am the commander of the imperial mausoleum guard. You can't touch me without the emperor's order."
"What are you excited about?" Zhang Fu took a step forward and glanced at him coldly. The aura in front of Xiaoling Hall suddenly changed. Commander Zhang felt as if the blood in his body had solidified, and his usually strong body was shaking.
.
"Stand firm." Zhang Fu took another step forward, walked to Commander Zhang, reached out and grabbed his wrist and said, "You can come with us too."
"Let go of our commander, sir." The soldiers commanded by Zhang were immediately dead. Even though the opponent was the number one soldier of the Ming Dynasty, they could not just watch him take them away.
Zhang Fu looked at the sky as if nothing had happened: "Do you want to rebel?" As he said that, he put more force on his hands. Commander Zhang, who wanted to use all his strength to break free, immediately grunted, with big beads of sweat on his head, and hurriedly hissed an order.
: "Back off, back off quickly"
The soldiers were unwilling to say: "Sir"
"Are you deaf when I tell you to retreat? Do you want to kill me?" Commander Zhang roared.
"Keep your voice down." Zhang Fu frowned.
"Yes." Commander Zhang immediately softened and whispered to his subordinates: "You must act according to the orders of the Duke. Don't worry about me. I am innocent. Just make it clear to the Lord."
"That's nonsense." Zhang Fu snorted and let go of his hand. Commander Zhang hurriedly moved his wrists, sweating profusely, his face changing with clouds and clouds. He was thinking about whether he should run away, but when he thought of Zhang Fu's
The inscrutable martial arts, and then thinking about my family in the capital, I have no idea at all...