Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 524
The rainy season has passed, and the summer is in full swing, and before one knows it, time has arrived in July of the second year of Shaowu.

On the third day of the seventh lunar month, the emperor sacrificed to Xiaoling Mausoleum, posthumously posthumous Zhu Qiyu, emperor of Ming Jing, as "Emperor Fu Tian Jian Dao Gong Ren Kang Ding Long Wen Bu Wu Xian De Chong Xiao Jing Emperor", and the name of the temple was Daizong.

In addition, Zhu Cihong, the prince of Chongzhen, was posthumously named "Prince Xiaoren", Zhu Cijiong, the king of Ding, was named "King of Dingai", and Zhu Cizhen, the king of Yong, was named "King of Yongmour".

In addition, Zhu Yixi also pursued posthumous posthumous titles and conferred titles on those who died for the country during the Chongzhen Dynasty.

Among the ministers who were martyred in Beijing, there were 21 Wenchen, 2 Xunchen, and 1 Qichen, a total of 24 people.

For example, Fan Jingwen, a cabinet minister of the Chongzhen Dynasty, jumped into a well to die for his country; Li Guozhen, the last defender of Beijing City, Xiangcheng Bo;

In addition, he also recognized more than a hundred ministers of the Hongguang Dynasty, which can be regarded as a wide-ranging favor!

Perhaps it was because Zhu Yousong really needed to win over people's hearts. The ministers he pursued posthumously covered more than two hundred years from the beginning of Ming Dynasty to the end of Ming Dynasty.

Including a group of founding heroes who died in vain during the Taizu period. As long as they were enshrined, they were all pursued posthumous titles. There are also Jianwen officials, such as Fang Xiaoru, who was killed by ten clans in the legend. .

The rest are civil servants who died during the reign of Zhengde and Tianqi, and the six gentlemen of Donglin.

Although the Donglin Party is not a good thing, it is undeniable that the Six Gentlemen of Donglin at the beginning were indeed pretty good people, but they turned into interest groups later on.

Of course, for Sun Chuanting, Zhu Yixi generously pursued the posthumous title of "Wenzhen", and bestowed the title of Jue and his eldest son Shiduan as Marquis of Daizhou, and his youngest son Sun Shining as Xianyang Bo.

No way, the old man plus Bole, no matter how stingy Zhu Yixi is, he can't be stingy with the Sun family.

It is also worth mentioning that Zhu Yixi also appreciated Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou, the famous anti-Japanese generals of the Jiajing Wanli Dynasty, and rewarded their descendants Dengzhou Bo and Jinjiang Bo respectively.

As a result, the huge city of Nanjing was plunged into excitement in an instant, and they were extremely jealous of the rows of names and titles in the Daming Gazette.

With a toothpick in his mouth and his chest open, Jia Yan lay leisurely on a recliner bought for five copper coins.

And the younger daughter, lying in his arms, twisted her little butt, and kept playing with the windmill in her hand, not too hot to panic.

Under the shade of the trees, three or five of the same veterans gathered together to enjoy the shade on their rest days, not to mention how happy they were.

As the eldest son, Gouzi had a bitter face, holding a Daming Communiqué, and read for these neighbors and his father:
"Liu Tingjie, the Duke of Cheng, was ordered to go north to naturalize. He captured a total of 7000 Mongolian households, surrendered [-] taels, more than [-] cattle and sheep, and war horses..."

"Goofy, where's the northwest?" At this time, the neighbors couldn't help shouting: "I heard that this time Duke Yi attacked the northwest and beat Li Zicheng to the point of crying!"

"Really? I don't know how many more titles will be needed!"

All the big men on the side said enviously.

"Beside us, isn't there a Sir?"

With that said, the topic came to Jia Yan.

Jia Yan was very proud of this, put her daughter on her lap, waved her hands and said, "I am nothing like a Baron."

"It's just that I heard that in the city of Beijing, I admired a mansion and built a [-]-acre estate to inherit it. Sometimes the thing that makes me the happiest is that Gouzi can go to the Imperial College to study."

"In the future, our Jia family can produce a Jinshi, and I can wake up with a smile in my dreams."

After saying this, even the dog felt embarrassed, it was too shameless.

"Jia is satisfied with a baron in the general area? There are many battles in the world, viscounts, earls, and even marquises."

The thin and small man on the side clicked his tongue and said: "As long as you reach the Marquis, it is really hereditary, and it will stop when you reach the Baron."

"Gouzi, let your father work hard and earn you a good title."

"What kind of dog is it called!"

Jia Yan was not happy anymore, he waved his hand and said: "My dog ​​has a great name, Mr. Jia Daihua took it."

As he said that, he said triumphantly: "Let's go out and give the gentleman a name. He doesn't have three or five hundred dollars, so he can't open his mouth at all. Our dog doesn't want money, but the gentleman is willing."

"Several uncles, should I continue reading?"

Gouzi said with a bitter face, cheating.

"Gouzi, go back and study, these big bastards can read, they are just lazy."

Jia Yan blew his beard and stared: "My dog ​​is going to be a Jinshi, so don't delay."

Helpless, Gouzi returned home with his two-year-old younger sister in his arms.

With the movement of his footsteps, words like "I'm not young, baby, wait" came intermittently in my ears.

At only ten years old, he is already regarded as the little adult in the family, and he knows this clearly.

But he understood that the snobbish father didn't accept it easily, and he often said that the baron should be married to a husband's daughter.

But he didn't think about it at all, the prince in the court, which title is not higher than him?

When he got home, he saw his mother, who had just given birth to his younger brother, doing housework.

A large number of clothes were packed neatly, as if they were about to travel far.

"Mom, how do you clean this up?"

Putting down his sister, Gouzi asked doubtfully.

"You don't know?" The old lady asked suspiciously: "Your father issued a military order in the army, and the imperial court is about to move, so the Beijing camp is naturally not exempt."

"The 60,000 people in the Beijing camp are divided into three batches. Our family is the first batch. After a dozen or so, we have to leave."

"Go to Beijing?" Gouzi was surprised: "So soon?"

boom--

"You study stupidly!" The old woman knocked her son on the head and said angrily, "I don't even think about you taking a break from school for a few days, but you still want to continue playing?"

"You have to study hard, you want to be a Jinshi."

"Understood!" Gouzi reluctantly responded.

He left the house and walked around the entire compound. Except for a group of men under the shade of the trees, the rest of the women at home were busy packing their luggage.

Unlike ordinary people, the withdrawal of the army is together with the family members.

Therefore, the Beijing camp is divided into five wings, and they march one after another, and the military members follow closely behind, so as not to disturb the morale of the army.

However, the people in Nanjing are happy to hear about the departure of the army.

Without him, as the world is becoming more and more peaceful, the population of Nanjing is also increasing, and the large area of ​​land occupied by the military compound will be enough to alleviate the plight of Nanjing City once it leaves.

For the court, selling these houses can make a lot of money, so as to make up for the strain of moving north.

It's just that for Gouzi, he kept running and came to the big shop near the compound.

The dense and dazzling array of snacks is a regret that he can't let go of.

"We're moving again..."

(End of this chapter)