Daming: My grandfather is Emperor Hongwu!

Chapter 202
"My lord, Zhang Guotai, Minister of Henan Proclamation, I would like to play!"

"The minister was in the autumn of the 13th year of Hongwu, and it has been more than three years since he went to see Tianyan. Before leaving, the emperor's instructions were vividly remembered. The minister reflects on himself every day and does not dare to neglect."

"This autumn, the minister's term of office is about to expire, please the emperor's associate minister, come to Beijing to see Tianyan!"

In Fengtian Hall, Zhu Xiongying sat beside the old man, holding a memorial and reading in a low voice.

The memorial at this time is very pragmatic, but a few words go straight to the point.There is no such thing as the Qing Dynasty in later generations. At the beginning, the scholars and courtiers kowtowed to the emperor Jin'an, and then Barabara said a lot.

But if that's the case, Zhu Xiongying's head is getting bigger after reading many passages in a row.Moreover, these memorials are like chatting with the old man, and they are generally nothing serious.

It was already a rare and serious matter for the Henan chief envoy to go to Beijing to meet the old man.

"If so, how would you reply?" Seeing that Zhu Xiongying stopped talking, the old man asked with a smile.

"If he is a good courtier, his grandson will see him, but if he is a bad courtier, his grandson will not see him!" Zhu Xiongying laughed.

"Ha! This statement is new! But think about it, no matter whether he stays in office or is transferred to another place, it is not easy for him to come to the capital once. He comes back and forth for several months, just to see the emperor? What a fart!" The old man laughed and scolded With a sound, he pursed his lips and said, "Take a pen, take a pen, write!"

"Grandson dare not!" Zhu Xiongying said hastily.

It's true that he is favored by the old man, and it's true that he is the future heir of the Ming Empire, but he didn't dare to take the vermilion pen that represented the imperial power casually.These things are taboo!

"We asked you to take it, what are you afraid of?" The old man was displeased, picked up a pen and stuffed it into Zhu Xiongying's hand, "Let's tell, you write!"

For some reason, holding the pen in his hand, Zhu Xiongying's heart beat violently, as if trying to break free from his cavity.

"We know!" said the old man.

Zhu Xiongying wrote on the back of the memorial stroke by stroke.

"No need to come! We have our own plans for your official position, and we will send someone to notify you when the day comes."

"You have done a good job in Henan in the past two years. At least there is no famine. If you work hard, the people under your rule will be rich, which is better than seeing us, a bad old man! If the people under your rule are not doing well, you will see us every day, and we will not forgive you. !"

Zhu Xiongying wrote slowly. After finishing writing, he felt a little sore in his arms, and at the same time he let out a sigh of relief.

"Remember, when talking to your courtiers, you don't need to be polite, let alone cloudy. If you have something to say, be straightforward!" The old man laughed.

"Grandfather, my grandson has followed you to watch for half an hour, and I haven't seen these courtiers talking about military affairs?" Zhu Xiongying asked.

"Let me tell you, it's governing the country! In fact, it's the same as living a life. It's a matter of being sweet? If the memorials presented by the courtiers are all his mother's problems, then the country will not be far away!"

"This memorial looks boring, but it's actually our eyes and ears. Why, Daming is so big, but we can't get out of the Forbidden City all day long, so we can know what's going on outside by reading these memorials. what happened!"

As he said that, the old man smiled, "Besides, it's really important, these memorials are invisible, they are all in the secret book for us. In a few years, when you are older, we will let you read the secret book!"

Secret fold!It must be the Jinyiwei from all over the world, and the memorial specially given to the old man by the censor.

The former is nothing more than Jin Yiwei, while the latter is the inspector censor everywhere in the world, who is the real official and powerful.

The inspector censor of a province is only seventh-rank, and the official of the sesame seed makes the chief envoy of the second rank have three points of scruples.If the chief envoy wants to kill someone, he must first report to the emperor, and at the same time send the official document to the Dali Temple of the Ministry of Punishment.

And inspecting the censors, once they find something that should be killed, such as harming the people, taking bribes, being rich and unkind, harming the village, being unfaithful and unfilial, etc., they can be killed on the spot.

"Go on!" the old man said again.

"Yes!" Zhu Xiongying agreed, and picked up another copy.

"Your Excellency, Chief Secretary of Yunnan, Chen Guangxin, the magistrate of Kunming. Recently, a farmer found pure white Ganoderma lucidum in the outskirts of Kunming. I think it is the way of great Ming and auspiciousness bestowed on me by God. The ancients said that the prosperity of the national road is the grace of heaven. Your Majesty Yuji has been in existence for nearly [-] years, and the weather in the Ming Dynasty is smooth and the country is prosperous."

"Hey, damn it!" The old man suddenly interrupted Zhu Xiongying with a smile and cursing, "Da grandson, look at this memorial, it's just out of tune, the guy who wrote the memorial is completely out of his mind!"

Zhu Xiongying suppressed a smile. The newly appointed magistrate of Kunming obviously wanted to flatter the old man, but he did it on the horse's hoof.

What annoys the old man the most is the red tape, and the officials who dare not get down to business and want to attract attention.

"Return his mother's auspiciousness?" The old man snorted again, crossing his legs, "Da grandson, you write it!"

"Yes!" Zhu Xiongying picked up his pen.

"What the fuck is auspicious? White Ganoderma lucidum?"

Zhu Xiongying paused, "Grandpa, just write as you said?"

"Well, don't miss a single word!" the old man said.

"Then, write his mother's three characters too? Isn't it indecent!" Zhu Xiongying whispered.

The majestic king of a country, with his mother's three words on his memorial to his courtiers, doesn't sound good or look good!
"Yes, these three words are inappropriate!" The old man thought about it, and said angrily, "Write it for us, you ****!"

Zhu Xiongying hurriedly wrote, "Chen Guangxin, you fucking!"

The old man continued, "What fucking auspiciousness? White ganoderma? There are auspicious signs every year in the Yuan Dynasty, let alone white ganoderma, what about white monkeys and white elephants? Does it matter?"

"Let the people under the rule live a good life, which is better than any other auspiciousness! The mountains are high and the road is far away. We won't send anyone to rule you for the time being, so spare your dog's life. You fucking put away these crooked thoughts and be an official. Don't Have you been doing all this all day long, Bai Lingzhi? You look like a goddamn Bai Lingzhi!"

After Zhu Xiongying finished writing, he dried the ink and put it aside.

The old man's anger remained undiminished, "If this dog is close to us, someone will catch him and beat him with a board!"

"You are old and calm, there are people of all colors in the world!" Zhu Xiongying laughed.

"Pick up the pen, there is blank paper!" the old man said again.

Zhu Xiongying pulled a piece of paper, dipped it in ink and waited for the old man to speak.

"Yinger!"

Zhu Xiongying was taken aback for a moment, then immediately understood that this was a memorial to Yunnan Muying.

Among the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, the only one who can call the old man that way is this Mu Ying who has an adopted son.

"You are in Yunnan, don't just stare at the military all day long!"

"Damn it, the Kunming prefect over there doesn't look very good to us, he looks like a swindler!"

"Look carefully, if he is restless, he will be chopped down with a knife."

"If he can do something, keep it!"

"You sent someone to the capital, and we agreed to eat the specialties of Yunnan with the empress. Don't send them away in the future. It's a waste of money for cars and horses. There are so many things we haven't eaten in the world, so don't care about that." One bite!"

Seeing that Zhu Xiongying finished writing, the old man reached out to take it.

"Tsk tsk, the word our grandson is beautiful!" Saying that, he placed it in the hidden compartment of the imperial case.

Zhu Xiongying saw that there was a thick pile of them.

"Grandfather, is this the secret book for you?" Zhu Xiongying asked.

"What kind of secret book is this, here is the military performance of the Fifth Army Commander's Mansion!" The old man smiled, and patted the hidden box, "How many soldiers and horses, how much food, and the list of military officers everywhere are all here! "

(End of this chapter)