Daming: You are really my eldest son

Chapter 54

How difficult it is for one person to make waves in the tide of history and finally change its direction.

In a unified dynasty, except for the unjust and tyrannical kings of Qin and Sui II, the demise of the other dynasties all occurred in three generations.

Zhu Ji didn't think his hand could be stretched so long.

So now he can only use his meager knowledge to consolidate the foundation of Daming a little bit.

At least, the old man has to eat two extra meals of stew every year.

The advanced experience of later generations is all based on the rapid development of science and technology and China's unique social system.

How to put it in the Ming Dynasty and make it universal, must be changed without shaking the foundation of the old Zhu family's rule.

This requires Zhu Ji to have a deeper understanding of the operation of the two social forms.

Still have to learn!

Zhu Ji felt sincerely.

After all, he had been the biggest official in his previous life, and he was also the captain of King's Pesticide Squad.

Not realizing that his bastard son had such ambitions at all, Zhu Yuanzhang still said to Zhu Ji in a sincere tone:
"Outsiders say that we have the most upright position, but our foundation is shallow and the royal family is not prosperous, and the constraints on the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty are also the weakest."

"Ji'er, don't you just watch with your own eyes, brothers who are younger than you bear the pressure that they shouldn't bear one by one?"

This emperor who has never bowed his knees since he defeated Ying Tian, ​​now has a longing attitude for his son, and Empress Ma standing beside him can't help being moved:
"Ji'er, your father has been really tired these years. Ever since your father took office, he hasn't had a good night's sleep. Have you ever seen an emperor who sleeps three times a day and wakes up five times a day for seven years? ..."

Zhu Ji, who had already made up his mind, saw that if he refused to agree, he was afraid that even the little brother Zhu Biao would get involved, so he simply grinned and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang:
"The dead have seen a lot, and the living have seen this one. But if you sleep like a dog later than a dog and wake up earlier than a chicken, I'm afraid it's not far from death."

996 in later generations has ruined many young people, not to mention 057 like Zhu Yuanzhang.

If it weren't for the fact that the treatment of being an emperor is really good, and all kinds of nutritional supplements are supplemented every day, I am afraid that the old man would have sacrificed himself on the way to plant rice seedlings and sow seeds in his busy schedule.

This is clearly concerned, but still ruthless words, which immediately made Empress Ma dumbfounded.

"Your father is the emperor after all, but you want to save him some face in front of future generations."

In this regard, Empress Ma practiced herself.

When there are outsiders around, she never directly calls Zhu Yuanzhang "heavy eight".

Seeing what Empress Ma said solemnly, and seeing Zhu Yuanzhang's flushed face, a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes:
"Well, then I'll pay attention later."

The flush on Zhu Yuanzhang's face receded a little, and Zhu Ji put away his unrestrained behavior.

"Old man, don't keep thinking about the future generations. With that time, think about how to feed and clothe the common people.

When the common people are thinking of you, the country will naturally be stable. "

"It's not that easy!"

Zhu Yuanzhang pouted and shook his head.

He himself was born in the common people. Isn't he trying his best to govern the people in the past few years to make the life of the common people better, but there are so many people in the world, either there is drought here today, or there will be waterlogging tomorrow, and the border is also unstable. It's like sitting on a charcoal fire.

Under the porch with carved beams and painted buildings, the family of four fell silent.

I don't know how long it took before the peace in Erjin's courtyard was broken by the princes who came back from playing.

Xu is that the imperial palace has always been relatively strict, and it is difficult to leave the palace today, and without Zhu Yuanzhang watching, the six of them are a little more indulgent.

Xu Shi walked up and down in this Prince Wu's mansion a lot, not to mention the messy ironed clothes, and the youngest Zhu Yu even had two scratches on his body.Even though the middle-aged man had been hiding behind the other five people, he still couldn't escape Zhu Yuanzhang's scrutiny.

"You little thing, why hide, come here for us."

Zhu Yu, who was only ten years old, had the guts to confront Zhu Yuanzhang.

He didn't even learn the skill of oiling the soles of his prince's brother's feet.

Hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's roar, the little Zhu Yu subconsciously shook his body, and then moved out from behind the five elder brothers timidly, looking at Queen Ma for a while, and Zhu Ji and Zhu Biao for a while.

You know, only he and Zhu Zhen's mother were not present today.

If there is a fight later, it is necessary to bother the empress and the prince brother.

As for Zhu Ji, in the eyes of little Zhu Mi, it is considered good that this new big brother does not add fuel to the father's fire.

The pitiful look in his eyes made Zhu Ji laugh for a while.

This old man's way of raising children is so simple and rude.

Therefore, after these princes became adults, without the constraints of others, few of them could remain as gentle and kind as they are today.

While Zhu Ji was thinking about it, Zhu Yuanzhang began to reprimand him:
"Tell you to wait around in the garden, why are your clothes torn? Do you know that you need a single month's rations for a family of three for this piece of clothing. You are really a prodigal. When you go back, copy the "Rites" Remember "ten times."

This punishment is commonplace for Zhu Yu and others.

But Zhu Ji thought it was too much.

He doesn't know other books, but he is very familiar with "Book of Rites". Forty-nine articles, let a ten-year-old child copy ten times, and put it on himself, even if he copied it for a year, it would not be able to finish it.

Of course, the possibility of exempting from copying after one or two times of copying is not ruled out if the performance is good.

But copying it once is more than 9 words, and the author of the dog only typed [-] words a day.

Afraid!
Seeing that Empress Ma and Zhu Biao didn't express anything, perhaps they thought that copying books was at least much easier than being hit by the soles of shoes on their buttocks, so Zhu Ji sighed and retorted when he saw Zhu Mi's miserable little face:
"Old man...cough,"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhu Ji suddenly remembered that he had just promised Empress Ma that he would save Zhu Yuanzhang some face in front of others in the future.

Coughing lightly to get rid of that not-so-disrespectful address, Zhu Ji looked at Empress Ma embarrassedly, and then took on a discussing tone:
"Well, father, this book of rites is less than tens of thousands of words. Look at half of his older children. After copying it ten times, he will probably be a father. Or, let him copy something with less words? Next time if you make a mistake, copy this It's also in time."

This "Father" made Zhu Yuanzhang feel comfortable all over.

After finally regaining some sense of superiority as a father in front of his bastard son, he couldn't ignore Zhu Ji's request.

After all, this matter has nothing to do with Zhu Ji at all, even if he wanted to make use of the problem, he had no chance.

And isn't this what he's been looking forward to, the scene of brothers and sisters respecting each other.

"Then less?"

In Zhu Yu's eyes of surprise and joy, Zhu Yuanzhang turned to look at Empress Ma, half asking, half affirming.

(End of this chapter)