Daming: At the beginning, recognize Zhu Yuanzhang as grandfather!

Chapter 98 The world is full of states, time flies!

In the 25th year of Hongwu, on the fifteenth day of the eighth month, the sky was clear and the moon was bright.

The streets and shops in Yingtian City were decorated with lights and festoons, very lively.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is round and people are also round.

Zhu Yuanzhang took Zhu Xiongying and walked on the lively Chang'an Street.

"Da Sun, think about when we were young, there was a severe drought in the Central Plains, and people starved to death everywhere. Not long ago, the world became so peaceful and prosperous again."

Zhu Yuanzhang said as he walked, with a smile on his face.

The old man was happy, so Zhu Xiongying naturally couldn't be disappointed, and said with a smile: "It's not all because of Grandpa Huang!"

The smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face became stronger, and he said: "We are children of a poor family. No matter what time it is, we must not forget it. We must cherish the common people so that they will support us."

"The common people call us the emperor, we can't be sorry for others, we want to let them eat a peace meal, is that the reason?"

Zhu Xiongying nodded seriously, and replied, "That's the reason!"

The grandpa and grandson were talking when they heard a vendor shouting in front of them: "Seed cakes, sell sesame cakes!"

"Hey! There are biscuits."

Zhu Yuanzhang said to Zhu Xiongying beside him, and walked forward with a smile.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the stall, Zhu Yuanzhang's smile froze.

I just heard the vendor yelling: "Seed cakes, the emperor has agreed to eat sesame cakes!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's face immediately sank, and the vendor hurriedly asked: "Guest officer, how about one? The emperor is full of praise after eating it!"

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows and asked, "You guarantee that the emperor has eaten your biscuits?"

The vendor smiled and replied, "I guarantee that the emperor will like it after eating it!"

"Humph--"

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted lightly: "You are dishonest, which means that the emperor has never eaten it! Then how can you say that the emperor agreed to eat it?"

The peddler didn't expect to meet a real one, so he forced a smile and said, "If you always don't believe it, don't you know after buying it and trying it?"

"it is good."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said, "How much is it?"

The vendor laughed and said, "Six dollars each!"

"So expensive?"

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned all of a sudden: "Isn't it two yuan for a sesame seed cake? Why is it six yuan!"

The vendor laughed and said, "Didn't you just say that, this is the biscuits that the emperor agreed to eat, how can those ordinary biscuits compare!"

"fart!"

Zhu Yuanzhang sneered: "When did the emperor eat your sesame seed cake?"

The merchant was not happy when he heard it, and finally lowered his face: "Believe it or not, if you don't want to buy it, don't make trouble!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's face twitched slightly when he heard the words, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart, and cursed bitterly: "Bullshit!"

Zhu Xiongying at the side hurried forward to take Zhu Yuanzhang away, and said comfortingly: "Grandpa, calm down, there is no need to be angry with such a villain, just treat it as your reward for his meal!"

"Humph!"

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly.

At this time, Jiang Yu, who was following behind, stepped forward, cupped his hands and said: "Your Majesty, this man is blaspheming the grace of heaven, and the humble officer will immediately take him down!"

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and pondered for a moment, then said: "Forget it, after the festival, someone will warn him that he is not allowed to use our name anymore. The most important thing is that the price is not allowed to rise. He should sell it as he wants. If you raise a penny, we'll cut him off!"

"As ordered!"

Jiang Yu bowed his hands and took the order.

Zhu Xiongying couldn't help laughing, the old man is really mean to the common people.

Zhu Yuanzhang continued to walk forward with his hands behind his back, and said to Zhu Xiongying beside him, "See, none of these vendors have any good things!"

"For the sake of money, stealing, adultery, and cheating. There is nothing wrong with everything. Do you know why we objected to changing your business status from the beginning? We don't want you to become like them!"

Zhu Xiongying was silent when he heard the words.

No business, no evil, businessmen have been hated by the people since ancient times.

But if a society wants to prosper, it cannot do without business. Business is like a catalyst, promoting the development of social productivity.

You can't blindly deny it, and give up eating because of choking.

For this question, Zhu Xiongying thinks so.

But he didn't want to quarrel with the old man, because it is impossible to change a person's ideas in a few words. It is difficult to teach others, but it is much easier to teach others.

Therefore, what Zhu Xiongying is thinking at the moment is what he can bring to Daming once he truly becomes the heir apparent.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard shouts from the Goulan Restaurant on the banks of the Qinhuai River.

"Officer, come up, come up!"

Zhu Xiongying looked up and saw a few women with thick rouge and gouache on the second floor of the restaurant, waving a round fan made of silk, winking at Zhu Xiongying.

Here, from time to time, there are a few drunken scholars, or businessmen with big ears.

Upstairs, the young woman wearing a light gauze was rather reserved, but only teased with words or looks.

But those half-aged mistresses standing by the door are different.

Their eyes are bold, and they look for prey on the street. Once they find a suitable target, they immediately post it.

Yingtian City was the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, and the banks of the Qinhuai River were even more oppressive.

Since ancient times, there have been many romantic affairs here.

Among these prostitutes, there are many talented and learned people, who can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting at their fingertips, and are very knowledgeable about customs, which also attracts literati, dignitaries and dignitaries.

Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so this place seems to be the busiest place in Yingtian City.

Zhu Xiongying was looking around, but at this moment, an old lady stared at him, leaned forward, grabbed Zhu Xiongying, and said softly, "Husband, come with me."

Zhu Yuanzhang beside him suddenly stared at him, and shouted, "What are you doing?!"

The woman glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang and said with a coquettish smile, "Of course it's to help the young master get angry. Master, do you want to come together?"

"presumptuous!"

Zhu Yuanzhang yelled angrily, pushed the woman away, and pulled Zhu Xiongying back to his side.

That way, I am afraid that Zhu Xiongying will be dragged away.

Unexpectedly, at this time, a few women were invited to come forward together, trying to pull this father and son who looked like dignitaries into the restaurant.

Jiang Yu hurriedly led people forward, blocked in front of these women, stretched out his big hand, and shouted: "Back off! Back off!"

Only then did the women retreat resentfully, humming in dissatisfaction: "What a fierce..."

After escaping from Rouge Nest, Zhu Yuanzhang cursed and said, "Immorality, those princes and ministers love to come to this kind of place. They are disrespectful and ruin the people's morals! They should be killed!"

Cursing, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Xiongying: "Da Sun, you haven't been to those places, have you?"

Zhu Xiongying couldn't help laughing: "Grandpa, is grandson's vision so low?"

"That's fine, that's fine."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said, "When you get married in the future, we will find some pretty beauties for you, haha!"

Zhu Xiongying: "..."

"Grandpa, if you hate these places so much, why don't you ban them?"

Zhu Yuanzhang twitched his lips and said, "Dasun, you don't know about that, do you?"

"Didn't you say before that if a big tree wants to grow luxuriantly, it must have fertilizer? Merchants are fertilizer, so why aren't they fertilizer?"

"These fireworks places can pay a lot of tax money to the imperial court every year. Don't underestimate this amount."

"Look at that painting boat on the Qinhuai River, the court can collect 50 taels of silver in tax money a year, and those just now, a yard can get 100 taels of silver a year!"

"Merchants can contribute a lot of money to the court, so why not?"

"You think merchants can do it, but tell me, what's the difference between them and these fireworks places?"

"Isn't it just to make money, by all means?"

"So, we will not completely ban merchants, nor will we completely ban prostitutes."

"They can make contributions to the court, but their status cannot be raised. Think about it, once we raise the status of prostitutes, will everyone run to become prostitutes?"

"Shangjia, it's the same reason!"

Zhu Yuanzhang taught earnestly, always inadvertently, teaching Zhu Xiongying's experience in governing the country, as well as the philosophy of life.

The old man is stubborn. He always feels that if the Ming Dynasty wants to be stable and last forever, it should let the common people live a peaceful life, that is farming.

Only by farming can there be food to eat.

But it is by no means that he does not understand business methods. From the issuance of Daming treasure banknotes during the Hongwu period to solve the problem of silver shortage, to the construction of water conservancy projects, and the use of work for relief, it is enough to see the old man's business methods.

Zhu Xiongying naturally thought about these issues seriously.

He came from later generations, so of course he has more advanced thoughts, but this does not mean that the thoughts of the ancients are not worthy of his in-depth study.

Every era has specific conditions for each era, and only those that conform to the law of development of this era are the best.

Seeing Zhu Xiongying's expression of serious thinking, Zhu Yuanzhang also nodded secretly.

Every old man likes smart children, but like his eldest grandson, there are not many who can listen to the words and think seriously.

This is very similar to him when he was young.

Zhu Yuanzhang was very pleased and fortunate.

He has cultivated Zhu Biao for more than [-] years, so he will spend the rest of his life cultivating his grandson.

"Let's go, we haven't finished processing today's memorabilia!"

As he said that, Zhu Yuanzhang strode forward, and Zhu Xiongying quickly followed.

The figures of one old and one young, one in front and one behind, are walking slowly in the busy city, as if they are a guide, leading a successor...

But what they didn't know was that not far away, there were two astonished eyes looking at them.

"Miss, isn't that Mr. Huang?"

Chan'er said in surprise: "You and Mr. Huang are really destined, I never thought we would meet here, hehe!"

As she spoke, Chan'er wanted to catch up.

Not wanting to be held back by Xu Miaojin, Chan'er looked at the former in doubt: "Miss, what's the matter? You can't say you don't know each other this time, can you?"

Xu Miaojin looked shocked, and shook her head slightly: "Do you know who the person next to him is?"

"Who?"

Chan'er looked puzzled.

Xu Miaojin spit out a few words slowly: "The Holy One!"

"what?"

This time it was Chan'er's turn to stand on the spot...

……

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather in Yingtianfu began to get cooler.

The autumn breeze rises, white clouds fly, and the vegetation falls yellow, and the geese return south.

In the 25th year of Hongwu, on the seventh day of September, an autumn rain fell on the world with a chilly patter.

Muying's funeral procession entered Beijing slowly through the Jubao Gate in the midst of the autumn rain.

The funeral procession of hundreds of people, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, was filled with crying.

The huge coffin was carried by the white-clothed guards and slowly moved forward.

Mu Ying's eldest son, Mu Chun, held Mu Ying's tablet with both hands, and the second and third sons, Mu Sheng and Mu Ang, stood on both sides to support them.

The fourth son, Mu Xin, stayed in Yunnan.

On both sides of Yingtianfu Street, there were crowds of onlookers.

The older ones are telling the young ones about Muying's legendary life.

Mu Ying's reputation is very good, especially in the Yunnan area under his jurisdiction. After the news of Mu Ying's untimely death came out, Yunnan bureaucrats, scholars, subordinate officials, Zuwu, Zihuang, and Tiaobai all rushed to call him door, weeping on the road.

When Mu Ying's eldest son, Mu Chun, was ordered to escort his father's coffin back to the capital for burial, and when the coffin left Jinma Mountain in Yunnan, tens of thousands of people were sent from Yunnan.

Back in the capital, the common people also stood on both sides, bowing their heads in silent mourning.

In front of Hongwu Gate.

The old man personally took all the civil and military officials and the meritorious men of the Ming Dynasty to see Mu Ying off for the last time.

The old Xin Guogong Tang He also came from Fengyang.

In the end, Mu Ying was sent to Xiaoling, buried not far from Empress Ma, and watched over Empress Ma Zhu Biao and others...

……

After the autumn rain, it is the warm sunshine of autumn.

Bright and warm.

Zhu Yuanzhang took Zhu Xiongying to Xiaoling, and after worshiping Empress Ma, Zhu Biao, and Zhu Xiongying who had died, he came to Muying's tomb.

In front of the mausoleum, the three brothers of the Mu family are still guarding their filial piety.

"Minister, I have seen Your Majesty!"

Seeing the old man, the three brothers quickly bowed and saluted.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, and then said to Zhu Xiongying who was behind him: "Grand grandson, please offer a stick of incense to Uncle Muying, and tell him that you are still alive, he must be very happy!"

Zhu Xiongying nodded, took the incense stick from the hand of the eunuch guarding the mausoleum, took a step forward, and knelt down on the futon.

The three brothers of the Mu family looked at the young man Shangxiang as if struck by lightning.

What did the old emperor just say?
Big grandson?Uncle Mu Ying?still alive?

The three brothers even thought they heard it wrong, and their eyes full of astonishment fell on Zhu Xiongying.

Until Zhu Xiongying paid homage and Mu Ying stood up, the three brothers were still like clay sculptures and wood carvings.

"This is our eldest grandson, Xiongying!"

Zhu Yuanzhang introduced it to the three brothers of the Mu family.

The three brothers finally came to their senses, and hurriedly bowed down: "Your Majesty, I have met His Royal Highness, the eldest grandson!"

"They're all on our own, so there's no need to be polite!" Zhu Xiongying said.

Only then did Mu Chun and the others stand up, but they still had incredulous expressions on their faces.

The eldest grandson of the emperor who passed away ten years ago unexpectedly came back to life and stood in front of them alive.

"Are you Mu Chun?"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

"Mu Sheng?"

"Yes!"

"Mu Ang?"

"Yes!"

Zhu Xiongying knew each other one by one, and the three Mu brothers were about the same age as him.

And the three brothers didn't expect that His Highness the eldest grandson would know their names, and they couldn't help feeling warm in their hearts.

"Your Highness, my younger brother Mu Xin stayed in Yunnan to rectify military affairs!" Mu Chun said, clasping his hands.

Zhu Xiongying nodded and said with a smile: "As expected of Uncle Muying's son, everyone is handsome and handsome!"

Everyone loves to hear good things.

The three brothers quickly replied after hearing the words: "Thank you, Your Highness, for the compliment!"

In fact, Muying's sons are all pillars under Muying's careful teaching.

In the future, the Southwest will still have to rely on the Mu family.

What's more, Zhu Xiongying wanted to promote the reform of the chieftains in the southwest, and the support of the Mu family brothers was indispensable.

"Uncle Mu Ying died young, it is a pity!"

Zhu Xiongying looked at the three brothers and said: "The Sri Lankan people are gone, and those who stay must be stronger!"

The three brothers couldn't stop nodding when they heard the words.

Zhu Xiongying continued: "So you brothers must take good care of your body, especially you, Mu Chun, I heard that your body is weak, and I have some ways to strengthen your body. When you have time, you can go to me."

Mu Chun, Mu Ying's eldest son, had the same literary talents and martial arts as his father, but he died young just like his father.

Zhu Xiongying naturally does not want to lose such a talent early.

"My lord, thank you Your Highness!"

Mu Chun was grateful.

His body has indeed not been as good as it used to be these years, but the eldest grandson of the emperor would know about these things, and even tried to help him strengthen his body, how could he not be grateful for this?

Zhu Xiongying smiled and said, "Thank you, didn't I just say that? We are a family!"

The three brothers of the Mu family were taken aback for a moment, and then came to their senses, with long-lost smiles on their faces.

Zhu Yuanzhang watched quietly from the side, his face was also full of smiles, and his wrinkles melted away...

……

October means the end of autumn and the arrival of winter, and the weather in Yingtianfu is getting colder and colder.

Not long ago, Ying Tianfu ushered in the first snow in 25 years of Hongwu.

The glass shed under Jubao Mountain is still warm.

The fruits and vegetables inside have been grown for more than a season, and many of them have been picked several times, and the watermelons planted by Xiaobao are also round and ripe.

This made Xiaobao so happy that he wished he could watch it several times a day.

The sweet potatoes planted by Zhu Xiongying are about to be harvested.

Xu Miaojin still came here often, she had almost guessed Zhu Xiongying's identity, but she still acted as if she didn't know anything, enjoying the time with Zhu Xiongying as always...

October 21st is the birthday of Emperor Hongwu, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, which is Longevity Day.

Seeing that the Longevity Festival is getting closer, the vassal kings of all walks of life also prepared their own gifts, and started to return to Beijing according to the old man's request.

The old man has more and more smiles on his face these days.

He valued his family the most, and he valued the blood relationship the most. Although he entrusted his sons to guard the border for the Ming Dynasty, why didn't he want to have a family reunion on his birthday?

Especially when people are old, they really want to see their sons!
Fortunately, he has his eldest grandson by his side now, otherwise he doesn't know if being alone in the deep palace will drive him crazy...

(End of this chapter)