Mixed with salted fish in Hongwudang

Chapter 552 What does it mean to be against the grandson? Are you going to prepare for our funeral in advance?
Although it was already dark, the Beigong telegraph office was still brightly lit.

The person in charge of the telegram department was complete, staring at two bloodshot eyes, kept flipping through one deciphered telegram after another, and then handed it over to the secretary behind him to sort it out and distribute it to the six departments in the capital. Jiuqing, as well as the cabinet and other institutions.

Generally speaking, as long as the telegrams are not related to the emperor's grandson, he doesn't have to pay attention to them. Naturally, his deputy will help him handle them.

It's just that he knows his identity and how many people are staring at his position, so he doesn't dare to neglect in the slightest, so he does everything by himself.

After all, his elder brother Qi Tai can help him for a while, but not forever.He was not born in the imperial examination, but just a student of the Imperial College, and he was able to take charge of such an important department, which is really considered lucky.

Quan Qi was finishing the work at hand when he heard the office bell strike eleven.

"Is it Hai time?"

"Returning to Bachelor Qi, it's just the beginning of the Hai hour!"

"Tell everyone, let's put down the work at hand, today I invite everyone to have supper!"

As soon as Quan Quan said this, everyone in the office suddenly burst into cheers.

"Scholar Qi is mighty!"

"Scholar Qi is magnificent!"

"Scholar Qi, I want to eat crystal elbow, can you arrange it, hahaha..."

Hearing this, Quan Quan snapped back angrily.

"I'm not short of money, the key is that the restaurants outside won't wait for you!"

"Our Beigong's conditions are poor, so we can eat whatever is available in the kitchen. As for the crystal elbows, when we rest and take a bath, I will treat you alone!"

"okay!"

"You still have to be Bachelor Qi. Treating guests to dinner is never ambiguous!"

The conditions of the imperial dining room in the Beigong cannot be said to be poor, but compared with the imperial dining room in the imperial palace, it is indeed a bit shabby.

Even so, they still prepared more than a dozen dishes, plus staple foods such as noodle soup and meat porridge, as extra meals for the people at the telegraph office.

These people were indeed starving, working day and night, they were already so hungry that their chests were pressed against their backs, and when the food was served, they all looked like hungry tigers rushing to eat, and the rice bowls bottomed out in a short while.

"Colleagues, let's hold on for a few more days, and we won't be so busy when the emperor grandson comes back!"

"Scholar Qi, don't worry, we understand!"

"Hey, why is there a whole preserved egg in your bowl, share half with me!"

"It doesn't matter!"

"I brought this from home myself!"

"fart!"

"We've been locked here for half a month, when did you go home?"

"Grandpa Xu, if you keep fooling around like this, we can tell the emperor grandson to deduct your grandson's salary!"

Xu Xingzu had retired a long time ago, but he couldn't stay idle, so he went to Zhu Yunxi's Beigong to retire.

Usually, he doesn't cook by himself, and only when he can't sleep at night, he will make some meals for these night owls, and it's right to exercise.

However, both his son and grandson have been reused. The son is the head of the imperial dining room of the palace, and the grandson is the head of the Beigong.

Xu Xingzu immediately pretended to be angry when he heard the threat.

"You're the only one who has too many things to do!"

"We still have half a preserved egg here, so quickly shut your mouth!"

"okay!"

Xu Xingzu scooped half a preserved egg into the man's bowl, picked up the spoon and knocked on the iron basin, and shouted at the Confucian scholars who drank porridge for a week.

"Is there any food that is not full? Hurry up and get some food, we don't have much left here!"

Just as Xu Xingzu was carrying out the "CD" operation, he suddenly heard an old voice ringing in his ears.

"Give us a bowl!"

When Xu Xingzu heard this familiar voice, he looked back in surprise.

"Emperor...the emperor?"

Old Zhu looked at this old man with a smile, and saw that he was quite old, but he could still handle the rice bowl and wield the rice spoon. He was sincerely happy for him.

"hurry up!"

"We're all starving!"

"Hey!"

"This old slave will feed the emperor!"

Xu Xingzu quickly served Lao Zhu a bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. This is the recipe he learned from Zhu Yunxie, and he found that the taste was not bad all of a sudden, and it has been out of control ever since.

"My lord, this is the way of eating invented by the young master, the taste is quite good!"

Lao Zhu took the rice bowl and took a sip, and couldn't help spitting his mouth.

"The taste is really good, but should this preserved egg be chopped up?"

"Look at you cutting this thing, what's the difference between putting it all together!"

Xu Xingzu scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Isn't it because we are old and have bad eyesight, afraid that we will chop it off accidentally..."

Old Zhu complained with a bit of pity when he heard the words.

"You are so old, you can leave some work to other people, why do you do it yourself?"

Xu Xingzu rubbed his hands awkwardly.

"Can't stay idle..."

"The old slave is exhausted. If the old slave stays there every day, it will shorten the life of the old slave. The old slave will quit, hehehe..."

"You, you..."

Seeing what Xu Xingzu said, Lao Zhu had nothing to do with the old man, so he could only ignore him and concentrate on drinking porridge.

Not long after, Lao Zhu drank a bowl of porridge and felt comfortable all over.

"go!"

"Let's get down to business!"

Xu Xingzu asked curiously when he heard the words.

"My lord, you came here so late, but what happened?"

Old Zhu smiled and shook his head.

"It's nothing serious, let's just see if that grandson is filial!"

"Oh……"

Lao Zhu came to the side of Quan Quan, who was kneeling on the ground, and kicked the related household with his feet.

"Find out the telegrams from our grandson during this time!"

"Ugh!"

"The minister obeys the order!"

Quanquan hurriedly got up and rummaged through the desk, but there were too many documents on his desk. Telegrams from the thirteen provinces of Ming Dynasty, hundreds of prefectures and counties, and overseas feudal states all had to be collected to him. She is inundated with telegrams every day.

"Can you find it?"

Quan Quan panicked even more when he heard Lao Zhu's impatient words, and hurriedly dragged out a box from under the table.

"Your Majesty, all the telegrams of His Majesty the Emperor Taisun are here, which ones do you want to see?"

Lao Zhu was also dumbfounded when he saw the whole box of telegrams. He knew about telegrams. A telegram only had a few words, and some even only a few words.

From this we can see how many telegram messages are contained in the large box in front of me.

"Why so many?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, this is only for the last month. If you count the whole year, it can fill the room of this humble minister."

"Oh?"

Lao Zhu stretched out his hand and pulled Quanquanpa aside, sat down on the office chair of Quanquan, casually picked up a handful of small notes from the box, and read them one by one.

"On the ninth day of July, Ningbo typhoon killed and injured 19 soldiers and civilians, and 320 houses collapsed!"

"On the tenth day of the seventh lunar month, the merchant ship Flangji docked and asked the government to help repair the ship..."

"On July 21, the expansion of Quanzhou Port was completed..."

Lao Zhu watched several of them one after another, and found that they were all trivial matters, so he immediately lost interest.

These things, even when he was the emperor, few people bothered him.

But he really wants to know how Dasun handles these trivial matters, because governing the country often depends on the accumulation of these small matters, and then the country can be ruled.

"Why is there no reply?"

"Return to Your Majesty, you can see the reply by turning the note over..."

"Oh, so there are words on the back!"

Lao Zhu turned over the note, and sure enough, he saw a small line of reply at the back.

"The emperor's grandson replied to the prefect of Ningbo to help the villagers repair their houses and properly arrange the dead. The required silver was drawn from the treasury, and the local branch in Ningbo was responsible for allocating it."

"When the emperor's grandson returns to the prefect of Quanzhou, he can organize the villagers to help him repair it, but the Fanshang needs to pay the villagers."

After reading the two handling opinions, Lao Zhu couldn't help nodding his head slightly.

Although these two trivial matters were nothing more trivial than Daming, the Nisun still did not neglect them, but dealt with them properly, which shows that Nisun is quite diligent.

"Does your grandson even take care of such trivial matters?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, I don't care about ordinary trivial matters, but when it comes to matters involving the sea, the emperor's grandson will do everything by himself most of the time."

"oh oh……"

Lao Zhu grabbed a handful of papers again, and found that there were still some small things in the coastal areas and some deployments in the navy, so he lost interest immediately.

"Then Ni Sun didn't ask our grandpa?"

Hearing this, Quan Quan hurriedly nodded.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"However, the telegram about His Majesty will be kept separately, Your Majesty, please wait a moment!"

After Quan Quan finished speaking, he stomped away and pulled out a sandalwood box from the shelf.

"Your Majesty, everything about you is here."

When Lao Zhu saw that the telegraph office had prepared a special box for himself, he was suddenly delighted, feeling a long-lost feeling of being valued.

"I can't tell, that grandson Ni really cares about our grandpa!"

Quan Quan hastily patted his ass.

"His Highness misses His Majesty very much, and asks him three or five times a day."

"is it?"

Lao Zhu couldn't wait to open the box, and saw stacks of notebooks inside, he picked up a notebook and opened it.

"Your Majesty, here is the date of the telegram, and here is the telegram questioning by the emperor's grandson, and the last column is the content of the reply."

"oh oh……"

In fact, even if you don't say everything, Lao Zhu will understand after a few more glances.

"August [-]th..."

"Is this what you asked yesterday?"

"Yep!"

"This is indeed what the emperor's grandson asked yesterday."

"Let's see what this Nisun asked!"

Lao Zhu's eyes were a little troubled. He held the book and looked at the light, only to see a line of small characters written in small letters on it.

"Which concubine is the emperor favoring today?"

As soon as Lao Zhu saw this question, his face darkened immediately.

Why doesn't this Ni Sun make a baby at home and inquire about our private affairs!

However, when Lao Zhu saw the reply below, he was even more angry.

Because not only the name of his favored concubine was written on it, but also when, where, and how long he had been tossing in the room!

"Qin Deshun, your special grandma wants to die!"

Qin Deshun fell to his knees with a plop when he heard the words, and begged with a kowtow.

"The emperor calm down!"

"This is really not what the servants revealed..."

"Who else but you!"

"I really don't know, my servant. I follow the emperor all day long. Even if I want to reveal it, I don't have the chance!"

Seeing what Qin Deshun said, Lao Zhu couldn't help but cast his eyes on Quan Quan.

"Your name is Quanquan?"

"Tell us, who provided the news above!"

Hearing this, Quan Quan was also stunned.

"Weichen doesn't know either. Weichen is only responsible for recording, and other people are responsible for delivering the news."

"Who!"

"Su Peisheng in the palace!"

Old Zhu was stunned when he heard the words, and turned to look at Qin Deshun who was beside him.

"Who is Su Peisheng?"

"If you dare to say that you don't know this time, we can't keep you!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Deshun hurriedly replied respectfully.

"Returning to the emperor, Su Peisheng is from Concubine Hui's palace. It is said that he is related to Concubine Hui's ancestors, and Concubine Hui trusts her a lot..."

"Uh……"

When Lao Zhu heard that it was related to Concubine Hui, his head buzzed.

This woman is not easy to mess with, if anyone dares to touch her, she dares to fight herself desperately!
"You secretly find an opportunity to drive this big-mouthed dog to guard the tomb of the emperor!"

"Ugh……"

"Your maidservant, do your best. I'm just afraid of disturbing Concubine Hui, and provoking Concubine Hui to come forward. That slaveservant can't do it..."

Old Zhu glared at Qin Deshun, and then read on patiently. The following content was much more normal. It was really just like what Qin Deshun said. He asked himself how much he ate and how much sleep he had every day, and he still saw the Ni Sun from time to time. An order was given to the Imperial Dining Room and Tai Hospital to make them specially formulate health-preserving medicinal meals and recipes for themselves.

Seeing this, Lao Zhu's gloomy mood improved a lot, and he was not so angry at being prying into his privacy by the negligent grandson.

"Didn't you come today?"

"Return to Your Majesty, there are three items today, I haven't had time to sort them out yet, I plan to sort them out tomorrow morning..."

"Bring it here and show us!"

"promise!"

Quanquan hurriedly handed over the three telegrams, and Lao Zhu looked at them quickly, his face darkened again.

He finally knew how he got the roasted kidneys that night, and he dared to ask the imperial dining room to cook it for him thousands of miles away!
And Hao Wenjie came here specially to chat with him about the family affairs, so it turned out that he also followed the order of the rebellious grandson, and came to show his complexion!

What's even more exasperating is that the superiors even replied, saying that their complexion is weak, and that they should not go to the harem within three days, so as to reassure the Ni grandson.

Are we that weak?

I can't go to the harem for three days, we'll go back to Concubine Guo Hui to settle the score and punish her severely!
hum!

Old Zhu was angry, but after seeing Dasun caring so much about him and secretly inquiring about his physical condition every day, he was still very happy, and felt that he had finally seen the right person.

However, when Lao Zhu saw the last telegram, he suddenly murmured in his heart.

"Refer to Grandma Guo, from now on, the harem will be closed, and the emperor's grandpa will not be allowed to get close to women!"

"Admonish Hao Wenjie and the others to prepare the emergency room around the clock. Be sure to pay attention to Grandpa Huang's health. If Grandpa Huang's health changes, notify him by telegram immediately without delay..."

"Also urge the Ministry of Industry to speed up the construction of Xiaoling's underground palace, and it must be completed before the end of the year!"

When Lao Zhu saw this telegram, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

What does it mean to be against the grandson? It seems that we are sure that something will happen to us. Are you going to prepare for our funeral in advance?
"What year is it now?"

"Return to Your Majesty, it is now the 30th year of Hongwu..."

Hearing this, Old Zhu only felt a sense of loss.

"30 years of Hongwu..."

"Among the emperors of all dynasties, there are only a handful of them who have been able to rule the country for 30 years!"

"It's not a loss if we can live for 30 years!"

Just when Lao Zhu felt lost, Zhu Yunxi, who was far away in Guihua City, was also staring at the perpetual calendar in a daze.

Because according to the memory in his mind, Lao Zhu in another time and space passed away on the tenth day of May in the 31st year of Hongwu.

"Half a year!"

"There's only half a year left!"

(End of this chapter)