Ming Dynasty: A hundred-year-old immortal cultivator, Zhu Yuanzhang’s biological father

Then, a group of slaves and eunuchs gathered around Zhu Yunhuan to congratulate him.

The warmth and fickleness of human nature can be best reflected in the imperial palace.

After a moment of silence, Zhu Yunxun glanced coldly at Zhu Yunwen and his son who were still kneeling on the ground. He sneered and said, "The eunuch in charge of the treasury and finance will be replaced by Li Dong from today."

"There are some eunuchs with bad morals in the back. I will slowly replace them. I can't let the East Palace be filled with chaos and be biased!"

After saying this, Zhu Yunhuan turned away.

The eunuch named Li Dong suddenly became arrogant and knelt down to kowtow to Zhu Yunhuan: "Thank you, Third Master, thank you, Prince Huai!"

A new emperor appoints new ministers. Although the emperor has not been completely changed, the East Palace has certainly been changed!
All the officials, eunuchs and maids in the Eastern Palace understand this!
Every personnel change has the greatest impact on the grassroots, because the network of relationships they have worked so hard to build will collapse overnight!
After Zhu Yunhuan left, the crowd emptied out.

There were very few eunuchs and maids in the main courtyard.

These were all Zhu Yunwen and his mother’s confidants, but there were only three or four of them.

"Mother."

Zhu Yunwen helped Lu up, his face full of sorrow: "Mother, stop kneeling, get up quickly."

Lu was like a walking corpse and was helped up by Zhu Yunwen.

The gentle and dignified face seemed to be glowing with a soft light in the spring sunshine.

She made a painful effort to force a smile, moving the corners of her mouth slightly.

Looking at her son's caring face, Mrs. Lu felt a pang of grief in her heart.

This is her everything, her pride, a piece of flesh that fell from her body, and the treasure in her heart.

"mother!"

Zhu Yunwen whispered: "It was my fault. I messed up."

Mrs. Lu felt a little sad. She turned around and looked coldly at the four servants kneeling on the ground, and said, "All of you go down first."

The four of them hurriedly responded and left.

The courtyard was empty, with only Zhu Yunwen and his mother looking at each other.

Seeing Zhu Yunwen's self-blaming expression, Lu forced a smile and said, "Child, it's not your fault. Who would have thought that the eldest brother could cure the emperor?"

"Mother will never blame you, because you are my own son."

"They brothers don't have a mother, but you are different, you have a mother."

Zhu Yunwen sighed and shook his head: "Mother, I know you dote on me, but I am incompetent and cannot make you proud."

"I messed up this scene. I messed it up myself the moment I left Grandpa Huang."

"Grandpa Emperor is so powerful that all lies are a joke in his eyes. Now it is Grandpa Emperor's revenge, so he made the third son the king!"

"Now that we are in the East Palace, we will be looked down upon."

"Hey, this is obviously a great opportunity, kid is incompetent!"

"Mom, there's really no hope."

Lu murmured, "Is there really no hope?"

Zhu Yunwen nodded silently, then was shocked: "Mother! Grandpa Huang has been with Zhu Xiongying these days. Do you think he will tell Zhu Xiongying something? After experiencing life and death this time, will he still hide it from Zhu Xiongying?"

Mrs. Lu was stunned. She… didn’t know and was not sure.

She gritted her teeth and said, "Son, don't be afraid. I'm here for everything. It's good for him to come back. When he returns to the East Palace, it will be even better."

Zhu Yunwen asked anxiously, "Mother, what do you mean by this?"

Mrs. Lu smiled and shook her head, stroking Zhu Yunwen's head: "Silly child, what does mother mean? Let's just be honest and don't worry about it."

"No matter whether the old man sees through us or not, we should still show respect to him."

Zhu Yunwen nodded: "Well, I will try my best to make up for the confusion of the past two days."

Mrs. Lu smiled and said, "This is my son! He must always be full of fighting spirit!"

Zhu Yunwen nodded heavily: "Yes! I understand!"

"Go ahead. It's okay to be patient for a while. Let the third brother show off."

Zhu Yunwen said: "Okay! I'll take my leave now."

Looking at the sunlight shining on Zhu Yunwen's face, Lu smiled bitterly.

This is my son!
It's my pride!
So handsome, so filial, so obedient!
That spot is yours, kid!

Mrs. Lu slowly took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, and her dignified and virtuous face gradually became ferocious and terrifying: "Boss, this is prepared for you. When you come to the East Palace and when you go home, I will give you a surprise!"

"Why did you show up! Why did you take away everything from my son! Wouldn't it be better for you to die peacefully one day? Damn it, why did you want to become a real dragon! Are you worthy?!"

……

the other side.

The aroma of chicken soup gradually filled the kitchen.

Zhu Xiongying had gotten up early and was making chicken soup himself.

After a while, Zhu Xiongying came to the stone table in the courtyard with chicken soup.

The old man was lying in a rocking chair, covered with a blanket.

Suck.

The old man sniffed, slowly opened one eye, and looked at Zhu Xiongying playfully: "It smells so good!"

Zhu Xiongying smiled and said, "Come and have some chicken soup!"

"Oh, great! It tastes almost the same as your grandmother's. I'm craving it!"

Zhu Yuanzhang slowly stood up, and Zhu Xiongying helped him sit on a stone bench.

Zhu Xiongying saw that the old man looked much more energetic, and said with a smile: "I have read your fortune, and it is your destiny! You will not die so soon, so you can rest assured!"

"Oh! Is this destiny?"

Zhu Xiongying knew that the old man didn't like to hear such rebellious words, so he quickly changed his words: "It's not that destiny."

Zhu Yuanzhang said meaningfully: "You are right! It is the destiny!"

Zhu Xiongying was stunned for a moment!

At this moment, Zhu Xiongying looked at Zhu Yuanzhang.

The old man was drinking soup with his head down.

It was a light sentence, but it carried an infinite amount of dominance.

Zhu Xiongying was a little stunned: "What? That destiny? What does the old man mean?"

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled noncommittally, raised his head and asked, "Grandson, where did we talk about last time?"

"Ah?"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded to himself and said, "Nothing."

Zhu Xiongying thought for a moment, scratched his head and said, "Grandpa, does the Ming Dynasty still have a prime minister system? I want to know if the power of the palace is so great? Has the prime minister system of the Yuan Dynasty not been abolished yet?"

"I remember that after you executed Hu Weiyong and Li Shanchang, you seemed to no longer have the prime minister system!"

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Zhu Xiongying and asked, "Why didn't I ask you these questions when I first reviewed your memorial?"

Zhu Xiongying said frankly: "I want to learn more about how to govern a country."

"Slippery!"

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed and scolded, then thought for a moment and said, "The prime minister system is abolished."

"In fact, I didn't have such great authority originally. Maybe it was because of your appearance. When your master first made salt, the Kaizhong method in Shanxi was completely destroyed. At that time, I felt that you were definitely not a simple person under your master. Later, I had great authority." "Ah? Does this matter?"

Zhu Yuanzhang said meaningfully: "Yes, the Kaizhong Law has always been in a state of weakness, and we have long wanted to abolish it. At that time, because the military expenses and food supply of the Nine Frontiers were insufficient, we gave salt permits in exchange for food from Shanxi merchants to feed back to the Nine Frontiers."

"Later, our Ming Dynasty gradually became richer, and the Sino-French trade became a disadvantage. Shanxi merchants controlled the salt in northern Xinjiang, and thus controlled the throat of the people."

"But we set the national policy ourselves, so we can't break our promise. Once your finer salt is produced, it will radiate to the whole country with Yingtian as the center. The salt supply in the world will no longer need to be controlled by Shanxi merchants, and the control of the people in the northern border will gradually return to the hands of the court."

"In fact, you just think you have made money from business, but you don't know that you have solved a big problem for the emperor!"

Zhu Xiongying scratched his head, as if he had figured something out, and said, "So because of this incident, you are being valued."

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed: "I guess so, but I think you are capable, so I want to observe you slowly, and then it has come to this."

"Who is observing me? You? Or my father?" Zhu Xiongying asked.

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "They are all watching you."

After a moment of silence, Zhu Xiongying said, "No wonder I felt that salt was so easy to sell and the court offered such a high price. It turns out there is a deeper meaning behind it."

After thinking for a while, Zhu Xiongying reminded: "Shanxi merchants have been developing for more than 20 years. If the imperial court snatches food from their mouths, it will probably cause greater trouble."

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed and said, "They are just a bunch of lowly merchants. What trouble can they cause?"

Zhu Xiongying smiled and didn't say much.

Shixun said that the Shanxi merchants had been supplying the military expenses for the Nine Borders for a long time. Now that their source of income had suddenly been cut off, Zhu Xiongying had no idea what these black-hearted businessmen could do.

But what Zhu Xiongying knew was that in their hearts, the country was probably nothing compared to their small family!

"Grandson, if one day you find out that your grandfather has lied to you, will you blame him?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked suddenly.

Zhu Xiongying shook his head: "No wonder."

Zhu Yuanzhang was slightly stunned, then smiled and said nothing more: "Well, you are worthy of being our good grandson."

This meal lasted for a very long time.

……

After the old man left, Tie Xuan arrived here.

At this moment, Tie Xuan knew that His Highness had received bad news, but Zhu Xiongying did not see the shock he had imagined. Zhu Xiongying, who was standing in front of him, was still calm and composed.

Tie Xuan felt admiration in his heart.

Seeing Zhu Xiongying's calm look, and then thinking of my own panic-stricken appearance, I couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

Zhu Xiongying patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, didn't you send the antidote over?"

"what?"

Tie Xuan was stunned, "I didn't!"

Zhu Xiongying said, "Yesterday I asked you to deliver a letter to Jiaozhi as fast as you can. That... is the antidote!"

"Ah? This..."

"Sir, how did you know this in advance? Can you tell fortunes?"

Zhu Xiongying did not comment, but nodded and said, "Just think of it as my fortune telling skills."

Tie Xuan: “…”
……

The Ministry of Personnel, high-ranking officials from the six ministries gathered together.

The officials from the six ministries, headed by Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen, looked worried.

This afternoon, a memorial was sent from the provincial governors of Yunnan and Guizhou.

In Yunnan and Guizhou, people in several villages have been found to be infected with malaria, which originated from Jiaozhi and is becoming increasingly serious in Yunnan and Guizhou.

"Cough cough."

Zhan Hui coughed lightly, held the blue and white porcelain teacup, blew a breath, took a sip of tea, and said lightly: "Everyone think about how to deal with it."

The six ministers all looked worried.

Now that the old man has just recovered, they naturally dare not make him worry at this time.

But such a big matter concerns the lives of tens of thousands of people. If I don't tell the emperor about this, I'm sure he will take revenge on me when I recover from my illness.

Because Zhu Yuanzhang was too powerful, the power of his subordinates was divided very weakly, and as a result, the six ministries did not dare to make decisions on many matters on their own.

This also invisibly increased Zhu Yuanzhang's workload.

Everything is excessive or insufficient. Zhu Yuanzhang was a typical model worker. Although he often taught Zhu Xiongying to understand the importance of decentralization, he himself could not do it.

Fu Youwen said: "First, we need to prepare a disaster response memorial to prevent the spread of malaria in the disaster area and effectively control the current malaria."

"Secondly, we will send doctors and workers from the Imperial Hospital to Yunguang to provide support to the disaster area..."

Before he could finish his words, Li Yuan interrupted him and said, "What's the point of going to the Imperial Hospital? They are helpless against the old man's malaria. Didn't the Duke of Liang say that? They are a bunch of useless people!"

After Li Yuan finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

"But hasn't the emperor recovered from his illness?"

Yang Jing, the Minister of Justice, said, "Which miracle doctor did this? Let him continue to do it!"

"and many more!"

Yang Jing held his hands down, glanced suspiciously at Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen, and said, "You two said something so sure this morning, 'So that's how it is.'"

"Ahahaha... If the two ministers take action, won't the problem be solved?"

The expressions of Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen were also somewhat frozen.

The others nodded after hearing this: "Then we'll have to trouble you two ministers to handle this matter. This is an urgent matter and it's a serious matter. We can't delay it. We'll have to trouble you two ministers for everything!"

Everyone stood up, bowed, saluted, and said solemnly: "This concerns the lives of tens of thousands of people, please!"

Wait until everyone leaves.

Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen's faces twitched slightly.

What these people say is so nice!

The etiquette is also very complete!

But isn't this embarrassing?

Letting the old man's precious grandson go to Yunnan and Guizhou, isn't this bringing bad luck to the old man?
The two of them shuddered, and only then did they react, but the person in the hut had already left.

"this…"

Zhan Hui glanced at Fu Youwen.

Fu Youwen was also a little dumbfounded and cursed: "A bunch of beasts!"

He looked at Zhan Hui cautiously and said, "Old Zhan, what's going on? Are you really going to cause trouble for the old man?"

Zhan Hui gritted his teeth and said, "If Zhu Huai takes action, what else can we do? There are tens of thousands of lives in Yunnan and Guizhou. Who can guarantee how many people will die in the end?"

"If something really goes wrong, it won't just be the two governors who will die, I guess all six of our ministers will be removed from their posts!"

Fu Youwen shuddered, "Yes! Let's go! Let's go find the old man!"

Zhan Hui shook his head: "Wait a minute, the disaster relief strategy hasn't been written yet, where to go? Without any material, just rely on words? Won't you be scolded?"

Fu Youwen smiled awkwardly and said, "With Master Zhu here, the old man won't scold me easily, right?"

"Oh! You are so shameless. You are old and you still rely on the young ones!"

Fu Youwen said confidently: "He is the future monarch of our Ming Dynasty. If not him, who can we rely on?"

(End of this chapter)