They don't even ask for a good harvest. As long as there are no natural or man-made disasters, it proves that they have been recognized by the land, and they are naturally willing to thrive here.
According to the previous system, the huge spring ox had been laid out in front. Amidst the solemn music and rituals, Li Xingchen, dressed in the solemn emperor's twelve robes, slowly walked up the steps with the support of two maids on the left and right.
The intertwined colors of black and red symbolized the supreme majesty in this era, and the emperor's twelve hanging bead curtains blocked Li Xingchen's sight. In addition, the sleeves of his shirt were wide, so accidents could easily occur without anyone's support.
When Li Xingchen saw his outfit in the bronze mirror, if he hadn't been quite thin and tall, he might have looked exactly like the potbellied red and black dragon robes painted in the imperial paintings of later generations.
The emperor is no different.
The spring breeze in the wilderness was warm, blowing Li Xinchen's sleeves.
He walked up to the high platform and looked west.
Guangling County is the easternmost place in the Han Dynasty where large-scale spring plowing ceremonies are held. From here to the west, Jiankang Prefecture will be attended by Lechang as the queen instead of Li Xingchen, and further to the west, Changsha, Jiangling, Chengdu...
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Every town should be eagerly waiting at this time, waiting for the arrival of the good time and auspicious time calculated by Qin Tian.
Li Xingchen took a deep breath. At this time, the officials of the Ministry of Rites were already reading out the memorial text. For them, there are few opportunities to show their faces all year round, especially in front of His Majesty, so it was natural for them to be ups and downs, sonorous and powerful.
After reading the sacrificial text, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is performed.
Li Xingchen held the incense in his hand and faced the direction of heaven, saluting solemnly.
He is curious and grateful for this mysterious God. It is precisely because of this God that he came to this era, and it is precisely because of this God that the fate of many people in this era has been changed.
Perhaps there will no longer be an emperor named Yang Jian and the Sui Dynasty he established in the world, but the fate of most people will change as a result.
They no longer need to endure more wars and separations, but can have more opportunities to follow in the footsteps of the big man to pursue their own happiness.
At this time, Li Xingchen could only sigh. Perhaps in the eyes of God, all living beings are equal after all. Perhaps there are different classes in this world divided by power and wealth, but in the face of twists and turns of fate and life, old age, illness and death, everyone
They are all different, and they will have the same opportunities. This is something that no amount of power and money may be able to compensate for.
Then comes the long-awaited process of crushing the spring cow.
For the common people, those convoluted sacrificial texts were all about clouds and mist, and the process of Li Xinchen's sacrifice to heaven was even more solemn and solemn, making them feel like they were watching a very distant story, so only by crushing the spring ox could they
is the most interesting.
Li Xingchen raised the hammer and hit the spring ox hard, and soon smashed the pottery spring ox into pieces. In order to prevent the spring ox from being too small and too many waiting people to cause looting, Lu Zicai had already prepared more than ten small pots.
The smaller spring oxen were placed around. At this time, the soldiers also picked up their hammers and smashed the spring oxen into pieces.
Of course, the subsequent officials from the governor of Huainan on down also had their own spring oxen. All the 20 or 30 spring oxen were smashed into pieces, and the surrounding soldiers were responsible for stacking the pieces together.
Everyone has held their breath.
Li Xingchen strode forward, reached out and picked up one of the pottery fragments that had piled up into a hill. Zhenzhi wiped the dust off it hard, put it in his arms, and then said loudly: "I just said
I have already prayed to heaven for good weather this year. As the emperor of the Han Dynasty, I will do my best to protect the peace of all people!"
"Long live!" the people shouted.
Li Xingchen raised his hand and retreated to the high platform. The people swarmed up and snatched the pottery pieces. For them, these pottery pieces not only symbolized blessings as before, but also had been prayed for by His Majesty.
The Southern and Northern Dynasties were a period of fusion of ideas in Chinese history. The people's beliefs were naturally mixed. Some believed in Buddhism, some believed in Taoism, and some just believed in God. No matter what, loyalty and loyalty to the emperor
Faith has never changed throughout the ages, especially when Li Xingchen himself was not a fool.
The people were very satisfied to have such an emperor ruling them.
Li Xingchen looked at the crowd of people looting below and smiled slightly.
This is also a scene that can only appear during the Taiping years. Although the north is not yet under Li Xingchen's control, at least the south no longer needs to worry about the war that may come at any time.
The scene in front of him reminded Li Xingchen of the hungry people, the barren land, the flying crows and the wild dogs with glowing eyes in the darkness when he first arrived in this era...
While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.
At least Huainan has changed now, and at least I didn't do nothing when I came to this era.
Everyone has the value of existence. Looking at the people fighting for the fragments in front of him and the smiles on their faces, Li Xinchen breathed a sigh of relief. At least in their smiles, Li Xinchen saw the value of his existence.
At least it wasn't in vain.
"It's a good thing that spring is coming again." Li Xingchen clapped his hands.
But Li Xingchen didn't know that Jiankang Mansion was only a hundred miles away at this time.
At the foot of Zhongshan Mountain, on the high platform, Xiao Xiang, Ning Yuan and others were scrambling for the fragments without any etiquette. With the support of Qing He, Lechang looked at the grand scene in front of him and reached out to stroke his growing belly.
She smiled happily and saw the peaceful scene in front of her. How long had it been since she had seen it? Although Lechang, as the princess of Nanchen and the daughter of Chen Xu, did not want to admit it, she had to say that Li Xingchen had indeed given this country, this piece of land
The land brings many different things.
Whether it is the farming equipment in the field that can be used by everyone - this depends on the large-scale production of workshops. Otherwise, although the Chinese people did not lack technology before, they lacked enough productivity and could only have a few companies.
Each household shared a waterwheel, etc., which naturally slowed down the pace of farming. The smiles on the faces of these people made Lechang truly feel the difference from a few years ago.
After all, the attention of the Nanchen court fell on the scholar-bureaucrats. Therefore, it is obvious that the poetry meeting after the spring plowing is more eye-catching than the spring plowing itself, especially as Chen Xu is aging and no longer personally presides over the spring plowing ceremony.
, which made the people even more unfavorable towards this court that was based in Jiangnan, had no pursuits, and would not bring them any real benefits. (To be continued)