Daming: My grandfather is Emperor Hongwu!

Chapter 241 Is It Worth It

"Grandpa Huang, I will not kill members of the Zhu family!"

Tired of walking on the hillside outside the city, the grandpa and grandson walked in front, and the others walked towards Fengyang City behind.

Along the way, Zhu Xiongying was thinking about the meaning of what the old man said to him today.

In the past dynasties, no matter which dynasty, it is impossible for the royal family to be harmonious.Slightly better, secretly fighting.Not good, blood flowed into rivers directly.But whether it is good or bad, the final result is that someone will fall to the ground.

Fight, only the victor survives.

For example, in the past dynasties in history, the Zhu family in the Ming Dynasty was a little bit more tender.

Why did the old man say this suddenly?

Now that the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty has been appointed, in order to prevent others from threatening the status of the prince Zhu Biao, the other princes have also been entrusted.Moreover, in the emperor's ancestral precepts compiled by the old man, it was repeatedly emphasized that if there is a descendant, there must be a descendant, and only if there is no descendant can one be established.

It can be said that the struggle for the throne of the Ming Dynasty was directly strangled in the cradle.

Thinking about the history of the original time and space, if Zhu Yunqi hadn't been too ignorant of people, Yan Wang Zhu Di would not have had the slightest chance.

Under such a complete inheritance mechanism, why did the old man say that he would not let his grandson kill the Zhu family in the future?
"Are you looking for a question along the way?"

The majestic gate of Fengyang City is right in front of you, among the crowd in front of the gate, the old man smiled slowly.

Zhu Xiongying nodded, "Yes, Grandpa. Although the grandson agreed to you, the grandson still can't figure it out. Except for the father, all the descendants of the Zhu family have been sealed off by you, and the big position can only be with the grandson." One branch, other people have no threat to the father or the grandson, why do you"

"We took you to the place where we used to graze cattle, and brought you back to Fengyang, our hometown, to tell you not to forget your roots!" The old man took Zhu Xiongying's hand, and slowly entered the city with the crowd, "Your uncles who have been sealed off, Before going to Fan, I have to go back to my hometown, remembering the bitterness and thinking about the sweetness!"

"When we were alive, we taught our children and grandchildren to be simple and not to forget their duties. But we will die one day, and we will not be able to control the number of children and grandchildren. In the future, when you become emperor, it will be decades away!"

"At that time, the descendants of our Zhu family couldn't guarantee that there would be some bastards who caused the people to forget their ancestors! We won't let you kill their roots, right here!"

It turned out that the old man had already realized at this time that in a few decades, the imperial clan enfeoffed by the Ming Dynasty would surpass the common people and become a burden and a hindrance to the country.

"Wake us up about your second uncle and third uncle!" The old man sighed again.

The crowd was crowded, and the air was filled with horse manure and the sound of human voices.

Gradually, the city gate was in sight, and several soldiers in leather armor with knives stood in the opening, patrolling back and forth.

Fengyang was not a big city at first, but since it became the central capital of Ming Dynasty, it began to build it at any cost.His regulations are comparable to those of Yingtian Mansion, and even because the city is newly built, its firmness and grandeur are somewhat better than Yingtian Mansion's.

The old man led Zhu Xiongying along slowly, and the latter noticed that at the corner of the city gate, in a row of shackles, several men with disheveled hair were standing on tiptoe with difficulty.There are officials next to him, who beat him with a whip from time to time.

"What are you looking at?" the old man asked.

"What happened to them?" Zhu Xiongying asked with a frown.

It's not that he has never been out of the palace, but he has never seen such a punishment.

When I was in the capital, because it was the most benevolent place under the feet of the emperor, even if the criminals were punished, they would not be so public.The scene in front of him reminded Zhu Xiongying of those old photos from the late Qing Dynasty that he had seen in his previous life.

The common people were shackled in the street, and their expressions were numb.

The old man looked over there, and his expression was a little displeased.

At this time, beside those criminals, the officer whipped his whip and cursed, "Let you be lazy, make you slow down, and make you not do your best!"

Claps, whips, and pedestrians pointing and gloating.

"Little brother!" The old man asked a soldier at the gate of the city, "What is that for?"

The soldier was quite polite, and said with a smile, "A few craftsmen who repaired the city wall, don't worry about their work!" He waved his hand and said, "Old man, go to the city quickly, the people behind you are urging you!"

The old man nodded, and dragged Zhu Xiongying into the city.

Zhu Xiongying's gaze was still looking there, and then at the magnificent city wall.On the bricks of the city wall, the names of craftsmen are engraved every few meters.That is a kind of mark, and it is also for accountability.

The Ming Dynasty implemented the artisan household system, and this policy from the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties was fully inherited.Under the magnificent city, I don't know the sweat and tears of many craftsmen.

Just because this is the hometown of the Zhu family, in an underdeveloped inland place like Fengyang, it is worthwhile to build such a magnificent empty city and cold palace, spending hundreds of thousands of laborers and craftsmen, and countless money.
In Fengyang City, the shape of the streets is no different from that of Yingtian Mansion in the capital, just like a small capital city, and some places are even better than the capital city.

Walking among them, the streets and alleys are peaceful.The banners of the shops are fluttering, and the hawkers are hawking along the street, showing a sense of abundance.

"I'm hungry after walking all day, find a place to fill my stomach!" The old man smiled, pointing to the front, "Seabread stall, go over and have a seat!"

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"Here comes the old customer!"

The guy at the stall was quick, and when he saw the grandfather and grandson coming over, he was busy cleaning the seats.

"The freshly baked sesame biscuits, the old man eats it to nourish his stomach, and the young master eats it to grow strong!" The man laughed, "Pair it with lamb soup and pickles, it's delicious in the world!"

What the man said made the old man laugh directly.Coupled with the fact that the other party spoke in an authentic Huai accent, the old man felt a lot closer to him.

"Come on, just do as you say!" The old man laughed, "The mutton soup is warmed up with pancakes, and a plate of mutton head meat, two sauced mutton hooves, and a plate of sesame oil and pickles!"

"Okay!" The man greeted and laughed, "I'll prepare it for you right away!" Then he asked, "Do you want coriander and chives?"

"There are many kinds of coriander, and the mutton soup is just coriander to add flavor!" The old man laughed.

Not long after, the thick milky white mutton soup was brought up, and there were large pieces of haggis and sheep blood in it, dotted with coriander foam, which made the index finger move.

The old man blew the mutton soup lightly, took a bite of the biscuit, his face was full of satisfaction.

"Grandpa, when my grandson found you, he seemed to like these street snacks!" Zhu Xiongying laughed.

"You only go to big restaurants when you are wronged. A meal starts at half a penny, and you can rob it!" The old man laughed, "Besides, only the products made by this kind of small shop have taste and are genuine. Look, their stall, the It’s all neighbors’ business. Bad taste is a matter of craftsmanship, but if it’s not clean or the portion is not enough, it’s a matter of character!”

"You can practice if you are not good at craftsmanship, but who patronizes them if you are not good at character?" The old man continued to laugh, "So, the food in this place is more reassuring than big restaurants!" He said, and handed Zhu Xiongying a sheep's hoof with jelly ,"bite!"

Just as Zhu Xiongying took it, a few men suddenly came to the table next to him.

"Shopkeeper, sesame seed cakes, pork head meat, you want fat!" one of the men shouted.

These people look like they have worked hard all year round, their hands are covered with thick calluses, and they seem to be craftsmen.

"Okay!" The guy inside agreed.

"Damn it!" said another one of the men, "The rice bran pickles that are mixed with sand every day on the construction site make me feel tired!"

"You can be content!" the others said, "We stonemasons still take care of our food, look at those recruited civilian husbands, not to mention working for the emperor Baigan, but also bring their own food!"

Immediately, the old man put down the chopsticks in his hand, and looked over in surprise.

The people at the table were still yelling, "I don't know what the court plan is. Who will build such a big city for? Who will see it? If there is too much money, it will be burned!"

(End of this chapter)