Villager of Daming

Chapter 849 Folk life will be happy in the morning

Early in the morning of Qingming Festival, the officials came to Xiaqiu Village with their families. Zhu Yuanzhang meant to come in the afternoon, have dinner, and stay overnight before the officials would go to court tomorrow.

The officials figured that since they had to come anyway, they might as well come early and arrange for their families to soak in hot springs, have meals, and have their pulse checked by the imperial doctor...

Of course, they said hello in advance and sent someone outside Xiaqiu Village last night to tell them that they were afraid that Xiaqiu Village was not prepared, so they would make some pimple soup to deal with it.

The prepared Xiaqiu Village ate small garlic pie this morning with wild vegetable soup. In the past, I always used garland to make soup, and it tasted fluffy.

Today I chose Fuchi vegetables to make soup. I just plucked the cucumber-flavored wild vegetables twice with my hands, which is also medicine.

Tingli is also a medicine. It is planted on unplanted ground and waits for the seeds to be harvested. The seeds are medicine, and the oil can also be squeezed to make soap.

Tingli tastes good, and Fudi vegetables are good for the stomach. The village is afraid that some people have gastrointestinal problems and will feel uncomfortable with garlic.

If the officials also have children at home, they will arrange to eat with other children.

Zhu Yuanzhang was still eating in the arrow tower watching the market below. Today he was treating the stall owners and the people shopping, and the village provided food.

We eat the same pie and soup, but those who eat in the village have stir-fried vegetables, while those in the market only have pickles, but not shrimp oil side dishes.

The village made Northeastern cuisine of garlic eggplants and cucumbers and cowpeas soaked in a sauce vat. The cost of the vegetables in the sauce vat was high, and the sauce was not tasty after soaking.

Usually this kind of sauce is sent to bento restaurants and used to make pickled eggplant strips, pickled dishes, or dishes that need to be stir-fried with soybean paste.

The doenjang sold in Jubiqi was also from the Northeast during Zhu Wentian's time. It has always been there. It was made by the Jurchens. It was recorded in the Yuan Dynasty and dated back to the dynasty.

Write: Jurchens use beans as sauce to make bean paste.

It is different from black bean paste, but some doenjang specifically contains soybean paste. This is called doubanjiang, which is different from the doubanjiang made from broad beans in Sichuan.

In the past, Jiangnan people ate less of this food, due to regional crop restrictions and eating habits.

Zhu Wentian doesn't accept restrictions. He will find a way to make anything he can get from all over the world. There is no pepper like pickled mustard.

"People like to eat pickles very much? Isn't it salty?" Zhu Yuanzhang raised his telescope to take a look.

"Your Majesty, give it a try." The chief had nothing to say and motioned to the child to get some pickles. There were stir-fried vegetables today, but no pickles.

However, there are mixed cold dishes, shredded radish, yuba, dried tofu, dried tofu, cucumber, shredded kelp, Gelidium, spring onions mixed with tofu, celery, lotus root slices, bamboo shoots...

When the things were brought in, Zhu Yuanzhang tasted them: "It's salty and delicious. The sauce jar dish is filled with sesame and sesame oil. The garlic eggplant with coriander also tastes good. Now that I think about it, all the dishes in our village are delicious."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The elder showed no sincerity in his thanks.

"From now on, we can eat here in the morning and see the people. We can't go out anywhere else. It's hard to be an emperor!"

Zhu Yuanzhang took two bites of the pickles but refused to eat them. He was afraid that he would have to drink water hard after a while.

He found that this location was good. He could see the normal life of the people at any time, and everything was real when buying and selling things.

"From now on, let the people sell their own breakfast. The village will not provide it. They will only provide some pickles and shredded vegetables, and the leftovers will be sent to the nursing home."

The mayor suggested that the market would look more real that way, and there would be people selling tofu puffs, sesame seed cakes, pancakes, fried dumplings, wontons...

Zhu Yuanzhang thought for a moment and nodded: "Don't stop drinking boiled water. Drinking raw water is prone to bugs, unless it is mountain spring water. We didn't know this before. No wonder some people always have bugs in their stomachs."

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After breakfast, the officials and their families lined up to see the imperial physician for a physical examination to see if they were sick. If they felt uncomfortable, they took the initiative to tell the imperial physician. This is a benefit that Zhu Yuanzhang gave to officials. Let the officials work hard, and their family members will help take care of them. If there are problems, don't blame them for falling out.

The court officials are as honest as quails, mainly because they are too busy and have no time to quarrel with each other. There are a lot of things waiting to be dealt with.

Now Zhu Yuanzhang has great control over the army. The soldiers support his majesty. During the war, his majesty gives good things and teaches literacy. The military pay is doubled and the weapons are good.

Family members of soldiers are also allowed to engage in other professions, saying that soldiers can become officials in the future.

The prestige of Xu Da and other generals was decreasing step by step, and they could not struggle even if they knew clearly.

"Someone from the Metropolitan Procuratorate is accusing them of taking a stamped empty booklet when transporting land tax from various places, and filling it out again in the local area. It is the same as the accounts of the Ministry of Household Affairs. Do you have any ideas?"

Zhu Yuanzhang found a place to hold a small court meeting, with Hu Weiyong from the Procuratorate, the Sixth Ministry, and others.

He took a look at Hu Weiyong first and did not mention the local impeachment of Hu Weiyong. How guilty was the official who ignored it and investigated and impeached him later?

The ministers were silent together. They all knew the matter, but they had no choice. They all knew what the problem was. They could only run back and forth without taking a blank book. This was what the Yuan Dynasty did.

"Yan Qing?" Zhu Yuanzhang named Yan Xizhe, the Minister of Household Affairs.

Yan Xizhe came out and said: "Your Majesty, the matter of printing empty books is not a matter of this day, and the solution is not an ordinary method. I... alas! I don't know!"

After saying this, he simply knelt down. There was nothing he could do. There would be damage during transportation, and then the Ministry of Revenue would first sort out the data based on the local situation, without telling the local government.

When the local government transports grain, they have to ask the Ministry of Household Affairs how much should I send? It's just that you were lucky and there were losses along the way.

The Ministry of Household Affairs provided the data, and the local officials took a look at it and said, OK, that's it, I'll fill it in!

The remaining grain is sold and the other items are taken back to the place. If there is a delay on the way and there is too much loss, we can borrow grain from the nearby state capital and make up the data given by the Ministry of Household Affairs.

Otherwise, the local government fills in the data first, then goes to Nanjing, which is different from the Ministry of Household Affairs, and has to call it back for re-examination.

Like Guangzhou and Shanxi, run! The distances are quite far, such as Hunan and Hubei. They are connected by the Yangtze River and are faster by water.

"Yu Qing?" Zhu Yuanzhang ignored Yan Xizhe and called Yu Pu, the Minister of Hubu.

"I am incompetent!" Yu Pu knelt down and had nothing to say.

Before Zhu Yuanzhang could ask again, Ma Gui, the third minister of household affairs, knelt down without saying a word.

Zhu Yuanzhang turned to look at the others, who all knelt down one after another, including Hu Weiyong, with a depressed look on his face.

"Alas~~" Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and sighed: "We don't want to kill anyone. We all know the matter. Sirs, please get up! Do we have a way to tell you?"

Everyone looked up and looked at each other, their eyes full of surprise. Can this thing be solved? There is no solution! Either run back and forth, or print in vain.

If it was so easy to handle, why didn't anyone in the Yuan Dynasty think of it? Don’t they have any great people?
  "Get up! Wait for me to help you? It's a holiday today, and I'm looking for you to have some fun. I'll see if you can come up with any better ideas. If not, forget it! I won't force you, get up!"

Zhu Yuanzhang urged, with a look of contempt on his face, but the officials couldn't do anything. They stood up and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang.

"We have to understand one question first. Why should we transport food from other places to the capital? The Rouge River is just for the convenience of water transportation.

In the past, there was a shortage of food in the capital because there were many people to support. But now there is no shortage. Why do we bring all that food here?
  So we thought about it and remembered what someone said. They gave it a word, called local treasury, and it was like this..."

Zhu Yuanzhang was talking about the situation of the local treasury while admiring the surprised expressions of the ministers. It was so cool!
  (End of this chapter)