Daming: My grandfather is Emperor Hongwu!

Chapter 122

For an emperor like Zhu Yuanzhang, he will never leave any troubles to his descendants in the future.

Even the slightest possible threat, or even a burden, must be wiped out in the bud.

Some people say that he is a tyrant, and he has never concealed his iron fist with severe punishments and laws.In the final analysis, the source of all this is that he got this world, it was too difficult.

His background was too bitter.

He had seen too many intrigues.

The young man's family was ruined, and he went to a monastery alone to survive, and then he went around the world for alms, and resolutely joined the Red Turban Army.How many times he has rolled in the dead, how many times he has gone through open and dark arrows, he has today.

He absolutely cannot tolerate any mistakes in his country, his great Ming.

Just as he was leaning on the chair, closing his eyes and meditating, he heard the voice of Pu Guochang, the chief eunuch serving outside the palace.

"Little ancestor, why are you here?"

"The emperor's grandmother said that the emperor's grandfather hadn't eaten yet, so Gu sent a box of steamed dumplings over!"

Hearing this voice, the old man showed a doting smile on his face.His darling, the eldest grandson of Zhang Xinbao, Zhu Xiongying is here.

"Our eldest grandson is here!" The old man said loudly, "Let him in!"

After a while, Park Guochang brought Zhu Xiongying in from the outside.

"Grandson has met Grandpa Huang!" Zhu Xiongying saluted.

"It's not an outsider, what are you doing with Lao Shizi's etiquette?" The old man smiled, and then said coldly to Park Guochang, "In the future, our grandson will come here, don't stop him!"

"The slaves obey the orders!"

Zhu Xiongying walked to the old man's court case, and put down the food box in his hand, "Grandpa Huang, grandma just steamed it, eat it while it's hot!"

As he spoke, he kept his hands on, set the bowl and chopsticks, and took out the steaming dumplings.Pour mature vinegar and sesame oil on the old man.I also picked up half a head of garlic and peeled it carefully.

"Hey, why is there no wine?" The old man looked at him and asked.

Zhu Xiongying was peeling garlic, and said with a smile, "The emperor's grandmother said, you won't be allowed to drink it!"

"This old lady, take it easy!" The old man was a little displeased, and frowned, "You can still take care of the wine!" He said, "How can you eat such a good meal without wine?"

Zhu Xiongying put down the peeled garlic, clapped his hands, looked around, and stepped forward with a smile.

Then, like offering a treasure, he took out a small wine bottle from his arms and shook it, "Grandpa Huang, my grandson secretly brought it to you!"

"It's still our grandson!" The old man, Longyan Dayue, quickly grabbed Zhu Xiongying's face, "Come on, give grandpa a chicken!"

Zhu Xiongying, "."

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Haw, haw!
The old man took one dumpling, one clove of garlic, and half a glass of wine.

Zhu Xiongying looked at the old man's imperial case curiously, the memorials on it were really piled up like a mountain.

"Actually, in terms of diligence, the old man is definitely a good emperor. It's just that people in later generations have magnified his shortcomings without limit!"

Zhu Xiongying thought to himself.

In his impression, as long as the old man started to deal with state affairs, there was almost no time to stop.

Once in eight days, the old man reviewed and approved a total of 660 memorials from internal and external departments, and handled 390 state affairs. On average, he had to review more than 200 memorials and handle more than 400 state affairs every day.

From this alone, it can be seen how diligent he is.

Not only that, the old man is also very simple, the things used in the palace can be made of copper but not gold.There are no more than four dishes per day.On the dining table, tofu and cabbage often appeared, which were just ordinary people's food.

The clothes are not changed when they are torn, and it takes three years to sew and mend them.

It can be said that he is not only a workaholic, but also a workaholic who does not know any enjoyment at all.

Seeing Zhu Xiongying's eyes on the case, the old man smiled and said, "Grandson, what are you looking at?"

Zhu Xiongying looked at the old man's white sleeves, and said in a low voice, "Grandfather, why are you so thrifty!" Then, he looked at his new clothes, "There is no shortage of these clothes materials in the palace. He is the king of a country."

"If the elders don't manage the family diligently and frugally, the future generations will be prodigals!" The old man held the chopsticks and said seriously, "Good things, you juniors can eat or wear them, we don't feel bad at all. But at our age, we are If the head of the family wastes things recklessly, when you grow up, you will learn to do the same, what will happen to this country?"

"Besides, we were born in hardships, and we have experienced all kinds of hardships in this life. Now it is very good to wear this kind of clothes and eat this kind of food!" The old man continued, "You know, there are many people in the world, even this I can’t even grow rice!”

"When you grow up in the future, this world will be handed over to you sooner or later!" The old man sighed slightly, and continued to laugh, "At that time, if you want to be extravagant, just think about your grandpa when we were alive." , what to eat and what to wear, maybe it will water your desire to be extravagant!"

"Grandpa, don't worry, my grandson will never be a prodigal son in the future!" Zhu Xiongying said seriously, "Grandson, not only do you have to learn how to be diligent and thrifty, but also let the people of the world and the people of Ming Dynasty have enough to eat!"

"Oh, let everyone in the world have enough to eat? Hahaha!"

The old man put down his chopsticks, laughed until tears came out, and then shouted outside, "Where's the living officer? Where's the living officer?"

In the side hall, an official with the appearance of Hanlin bowed out.This kind of official is around the emperor every day, and specializes in recording the emperor's words, deeds and daily life.The book he made is named Living Notes.

"Did you hear that?" the old man asked the official with a smile.

"I heard you clearly!"

"Our eldest grandson said that all the people of Ming Dynasty in the world should be fed! Haha!" The old man smiled extraordinarily happily, "Write it down, write it down, write it down in your little book!"

"The minister obeys the order!"

"Grand grandson, you have a lot of ambition!" The old man squeezed Zhu Xiongying's face, "None of us dared to say that your grandpa has such a high ambition, but you have such ambition!" As he said, he kept nodding his head, " Good, good, good, good, with such ambition, you can’t go wrong in the future!”

Saying that, he raised his head and drank the wine in the wine cup, "In this life, we don't envy the achievements of Emperor Qin and Han Wu. Our achievements are no less than theirs, and we also look down on their labor and wealth."

"We thought in our hearts that if all the people in the world had fields and food to eat, it would be the greatest prosperity in history!"

"Unexpectedly, you want to feed everyone in the world! Great!" The old man couldn't help nodding, "However, the old saying is good, but it's easier said than done. It's easy to say, but it's like moving mountains!"

"Grandson didn't just shoot empty guns!" Zhu Xiongying said seriously, "Grandson really thinks so!"

"Just because you dare to think that way, you are better than your father, and also better than us!" The old man laughed, very pleased.

It seems to be a fundamentally difficult problem to feed the world in ancient times.But Zhu Xiongying already has a plan in his mind. In the vast Southeast Asia, crops are everywhere, and land resources are inexhaustible.

When he gets older and has more power to speak, he will send people out to sea to search for various high-yield crops and promote them in China.

It is far more important to feed the common people than any illustrious martial arts.

While the two were chatting and laughing, Pu Guochang came in again, looked at Zhu Xiongying, hesitated for a moment, and sent a secret letter.

The old man didn't shy away from Zhu Xiongying, but the moment he opened it, the smile on his face turned into anger.

"Grandpa?" Seeing this, Zhu Xiongying called out in a low voice.

The old man leaned against the chair with a grim face, "Your aunt is dead!"

"Ah?" Zhu Xiongying was startled, "Which aunt?"

"Your third aunt!" the old man gritted his teeth.

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Zhu Xiongying's third aunt is Princess Chongning.

Last year, Chongning's parents, Niucheng, committed a crime and were exiled to Yunnan.Chong Ning didn't need to go, but she said that she would marry and follow her husband, so she insisted on going, even going against the old man's will.

"Third aunt, how did you die?" Zhu Xiongying asked.

"He died of illness in Yunnan!" The old man's face was gloomy, and there was a flicker of fire in his eyes.

He is a person who attaches great importance to his family. He suffered a catastrophe when he was young, and Nuo Da's family members were scattered. When he first appeared, there were only two or three males left in the Zhu family after all kinds of searches.

In his heart, every child is the flesh of his body.

"Grandfather, my condolences!" Zhu Xiongying persuaded.

"Oh!" The old man sneered, "Your third aunt went to Yunnan with her unworthy son-in-law. She left, but the son-in-law is still alive and well. Everything started because of that bastard!"

As he spoke, he shouted to the outside, "Come on!"

"The servant is here!"

"Send someone to Yunnan!" The old man roared angrily, "Execute the son-in-law of our third daughter!" He said loudly, still perplexed, "Take our horsewhip and beat him to death!"

(End of this chapter)