Daming heir

Chapter 334 The Saint Was Wrong
It was a cold month, Dasheng Pass (Dasheng Port), [-] miles southwest of the outskirts of Beijing, was divided into two by the Qinhuai New River. Inside the palapa heated by a charcoal stove.

"The sun and the moon are gone, and the sky has no light."

"When do you think this snow will really stop?"

The leader of Lifuzhong looked deeply at Luoxue outside the thatched shed with only a few layers of thatch and reed mats.

These Lifu are all from the village near Dasheng Pass.

Dasheng Pass can be traced back to the Song Dynasty, when the imperial court built beacon towers and set up inspection forts.Later, in the Yuan Dynasty, a water post was added, named Dacheng Port, which played the role of connecting the north and south of the Yangtze River.

In the 25th year of Zhizheng, the Ming army set up an ambush here and defeated the hundreds of thousands of troops that Chen Youliang conquered in one fell swoop.It is precisely because of this that Zhu Yuanzhang changed the name of this place to Dasheng Port.It has always been the fortress of the upper reaches of Yingtian City's river defense and an important port for cargo transfer.

Where resources circulate, more people will gather.

The people around Dasheng Pass cultivate fields at home on weekdays, and come to Dasheng Pass to do hard work in their free time, so as to earn more money and rice for their families.

Originally, because of festivals in previous winters, Dasheng Pass accepted goods from all over the upper reaches of the Yangtze River. Although they were frequent, the volume was not too much.

It's just that in the past ten days or so, Dasheng Port has stopped ships to load goods, and countless grain and grass materials are sent to the upper reaches of the Yangtze River every day, but they are still frequent.

Another person who came out of the same village with the leader Lifu sighed: "For ten days, the snow stopped for three days. Yesterday it finally stopped for a long time, and it started to fall again overnight."

Another person sighed softly: "Otherwise, why did the imperial court send out so much grain and grass at our Dasheng Pass? It must be that the upstream prefectures and counties have also suffered disasters."

"Brother Chen, my family has relatives who work in the Beijing army. He said that the imperial court even used their Beijing army this time. This disaster is probably not small. We people are just begging for a living. Some money. But if the disaster continues to persist, will we people be fine?"

It was Li Fu, who relied on his relatives who were a small banner officer in the Beijing Army, to speak, and looked at the leader Li Fu, who was called Big Brother Chen, with a rather worried expression.

Chen Sheng stood up, picked up the shovel at the side and shoveled a shovel of the worst quality coal into the stove.

The original orange-yellow flame became much smaller in an instant.But very quickly, streaks of fiery red lights came up from the coals, and quickly ignited the coals that had just been put in.

Chen Sheng walked to the door of the thatched shed, looked out at the laborers of other villages who were still carrying grain and goods outside, then turned around and looked at the laborers in his own village who were coming to Dasheng Pass.

He stood under the door of the thatched hut, and suddenly lowered his voice and said: "Yesterday, that damned mother-in-law of my family spent [-] Wen to go to the temple to offer incense. The head host in the temple told my mother-in-law in private, this snow! , I'm afraid I won't be able to stop for a while!"

"what?"

"Can't the snow stop?"

"Then when will it be down..."

For a moment, all the laborers in the thatched shed showed panic.

Although they have a way to do things in Dashengguan, they can earn some money and food, but the farmland at home is the fundamental thing.

If this snow continues to fall, after winter and next spring, it is designated to be flooded.

Li Fu, who had a relative in the Beijing Army who was a small banner officer, stood up abruptly: "Brother Chen, which temple did my sister-in-law go to offer incense?"

Chen Sheng responded: "It's the temple on Guanzi Mountain in the south of our village."

Li Fu, who had a relative who was a small flag officer in the Beijing Army, immediately turned pale: "This temple is very spiritual. The host said that the snow will not stop, so it must be true."

"How can this be good..."

"Next year, the fields in our village will be soaked in water!"

"Returning the fields to soak in water? Maybe our village will be washed away by the water coming up from the Yangtze River."

"Then what shall we do?"

"What the hell is going on in the sky, why is it snowing so much in the south of the Yangtze River?"

"..."

For a while, the thatched shed was in a mess, and everyone looked uneasy.

They no longer have the hard work of Dashengguan, but they can still cultivate the fields at home to support the whole family.But if the fields and houses are gone, the family will lose their way of life.

When Chen Sheng saw that the men in the same village were getting restless, he sighed deeply: "Who knows what's going on, maybe God thinks that we in Jiangnan should suffer from this disaster, so that's why this snow fell. "

These words were like the red coals that were being burned in the stove at the moment, and they were suddenly picked up and thrown into the water basin, and then the whole water basin seemed to explode.

In an instant, the crowd was excited.

"What did we do wrong again, God is going to send this disaster!"

"It's none of our business, why should we suffer disaster?"

"My family goes up to the mountain to burn incense every ten days. It is the most pious. My family should not suffer from this disaster."

"We did nothing wrong!"

"..."

"The government must have done something wrong to cause such natural disasters!"

Suddenly, I don't know who yelled such a voice, and then the whole thatched shed fell silent.

Chen Sheng, who was standing under the door of the thatched shed, snorted coldly, and reprimanded with staring eyes: "Bold! You don't want to die? Don't die, don't get involved. We are splashed with blood!"

After finishing speaking, Chen Sheng didn't give these people a chance to explain, then turned around and stuck his head out of the thatched shed door, as if he retracted his head after confirming that there was no one outside.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Chen Sheng snorted heavily again: "If you say this in front of our own family, if you go out, you will be charged with beheading!"

Li Fu, who had a relative who was a small flag officer in the Beijing Army, stood up humming: "If it's really because of God, it's not that the government did something wrong, can it still be us small people who are promoted?"

After cursing, the man turned around to look at the crowd, and said in a low voice with gloomy eyes: "Don't forget, we are all citizens of the capital. In my opinion, not only Ying Tianfu did something wrong, but even The imperial court may have done wrong things! What those scholars read in the history books said that if the imperial court and the emperor did wrong things, God would send disasters to warn him... ah..."

"Oh!"

Chen Sheng ran up to this man with a livid face, stretched out one hand and tightly grabbed the man's neckline, and slammed his fist on the man's face with the other hand clenched into a fist the size of a sandbag.

Li Fu, who had a relative who was a small flag officer in the Beijing Army, immediately had blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The man was not angry, but moved his tongue, bowed his head and spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, then raised his head and looked directly at Shen Sheng: "Brother Chen, I am not wrong! It is the court's fault!"

Chen Sheng was almost out of his body by the angry Sanfo, his teeth itched with hatred, and he was about to hit the opponent's face again with his fist.

Fortunately, at this time, the surrounding Lifu had already stood up and surrounded him. Several people hugged Chen Sheng, and one even hugged Chen Sheng's waving arm heavily.

"Brother Chen, Sanhu just said this in front of us and didn't say it outside, so don't beat him up."

"Yeah, yeah, they're all from my own family. If you say it, you'll say it. Who else can spread the word?"

"Actually... I don't think what Sanhu said is wrong. Didn't the play also say that some emperors wrote books because of the disaster before, and then the disaster would disappear."

"Yes! I'm guilty!"

"The emperor is the son of heaven. If he does something wrong, God will use these disasters to remind the emperor and ask him to correct himself. Then the disaster will be withdrawn, and the world will be peaceful again!"

"Brother Chen, let Sanhu go."

"..."

There was a lot of talk in the thatched shed, and the opinions were unified in an instant.

Chen Sheng glanced at Chen Sanhu who was held in his hands, snorted coldly, and pushed him to the ground heavily: "I will teach you a lesson this time, so that you don't go out and talk nonsense, and bring down our Chen family village."

Chen Sanhu, who was thrown on the ground, lowered his head and reached out to wipe the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, but there was a weird smile on his face.

And Chen Sheng, who left Chen Sanhu behind, turned his head to look at the crowd, and sighed: "What kind of officials, courts, and emperors have done wrong things in Sanhu's mouth? Don't take it seriously. The emperor led us people After setting up Daming, it’s hard to say that every family is rich in these years, but there is no time when you really can’t eat enough.”

It's just that at this time, how could the Lifus present in Chenjiacun listen to this.

Someone curled his lips: "I think Sanhu is right. If His Majesty writes such an edict, maybe the snow will stop immediately."

Someone immediately echoed, "Yes, yes, yes, I think so too."

"Otherwise there wouldn't be such a play in the play!"

Chen Sheng's eyes widened: "Aren't you going to die! Your Majesty is the Holy Son of Heaven, that is the saint. The saint can still do wrong things, is there something wrong?"

"Why can't a saint be wrong?"

Chen Sheng gritted his teeth with hatred, and was about to speak, when he continued to remind these people.

There was already a sound of footsteps outside the thatched shed.

Then, someone yelled to the thatched shed outside: "People in Chenjia Village, have you had enough rest? The boat is coming, come out and load the cargo!"

Chen Sheng immediately raised his head and responded, "Here we come."

After replying, Chen Sheng looked at everyone: "Hurry up and go to the pier, remember what I said!"

Everyone nodded again and again: "I know those words can't be said outside."

As they spoke, these people shrank their heads, put their hands in their pockets, and walked out of the hut against the wind and snow.

After everyone went out, Chen Sheng turned around and looked at Chen Sanhu who had already got up: "I did a good job today, I remember going to the temple to get the money later, and hiding it secretly, and wait until a few days later." Take it out and use it."

Chen Sanhu nodded and sneered: "Do you think they will believe it?"

Chen Sheng stretched out his hand and patted Chen Sanhu's head: "You don't care if they believe it or not, as long as we get things done and get the money, that's fine."

Chen Sanhu smiled: "When this matter is done and the money is obtained, I will entrust my relatives to run it on the list for us to go to Jiaozhi Road, and take my family and money to buy a few pieces of land in the south to live a happy life .”

Chen Sheng also showed a smile he couldn't hide at this time: "Let's go, go to the pier."

……

Into the cold moon, the more ten days.

In the imperial city of Yingtian City, in the palace with countless palaces, there is such a piece of architecture, which is very inconspicuous.

After entering the Meridian Gate, the Neiwulong Bridge and the Fengtian Gate are ahead, and the Fengtian Temple is located through the Fengtian Gate.

And if you enter the Meridian Gate, you no longer go in, but turn to the east and pass through the Zuoshun Gate. To the north is the Wenhua Palace and the Ciqing Palace, which is the East Palace.

With the Wenhua Hall and the East Palace, the other buildings behind the Zuoshun Gate are not so eye-catching.

However, just south of the Wenhua Palace, there is also a row of palaces and houses built against the palace wall.

Counting from the Donghua Gate in the east, there are ancient and modern scriptures library, incense library, inner carrier library, and Wenyuan Pavilion.

In Wenyuan Pavilion at this moment, the charcoal was burnt red, conveying a trace of warmth.

However, the yamen hall officials of the Six Divisions and Three Law Divisions of the Ming Dynasty who gathered in Wenyuan Pavilion were a little restless, and even felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet and hearts.

Walking in the Wenhua Palace, Xie Jin, a Hanlin scholar, is holding a memorial in his hand at the moment, standing in front of the officials, facing the grandson sitting in front of the officials.

"Above all, Zhili, Zhejiang, Jiangxi, Huguang, and counties along both sides of the Yangtze River are under heavy snow."

"Shandong and Henan three divisions sent reports, stating that this winter is severe cold, but there is no snowfall. There are rumors among the people that this is harmful to the earth, and natural disasters will come."

"The Commander of the Shandong Metropolitan Commander reported that there seemed to be White Lotus Sect thieves appearing in the territory of Shandong Province. He asked the imperial court if they could dispatch guards from Huai'an, Xuzhou, Kaifeng, Daming and other places to cooperate with the Shandong Metropolitan Division to strictly investigate the place."

"Jiujiang Prefecture reported that the houses of the people were crushed by the heavy snow, and now they can only live in the cities of the prefectures and counties. I hope that the imperial court will allocate food, grass, money and money for relief as soon as possible."

"Wuchang Mansion played a report, calling for food and grass for relief."

"The Huizhou government reported that there was a heavy snowfall on Huangshan Mountain, and countless villages were buried. The people were crying, and the imperial court asked for relief."

One item after another was submitted to Beijing from the local area, and Xie Jin summarized the content about the snow conditions on both sides of the Yangtze River in Hongwu in 27 years, and he reported them one by one.

These memorials requesting relief from the imperial court were like mountains pressing down on the officials present, and many of them swallowed the saliva in their mouths with difficulty.

Zhu Yunxi leaned on the armchair and watched these courtiers quietly: "Have you heard it? The subjects don't know the power of God, do you think that if you are an official in the south, you will not encounter heavy snow disasters? The snow disaster in Zhejiang Province in the 24th year of Hongwu , have you forgotten?"

This remark made people a little confused, whether he was scolding the local officials or the people in Wenyuan Pavilion.

Zhai Shan turned his gaze, then cupped his hands and said: "Thanks to the wise grandson, he allocated money, food and coal in time to relieve the local crisis and save the suffering of the people."

The civil official opened his mouth, and the rest of the people echoed: "The grandson is wise."

Zhu Yunxi curled his lips silently, and looked at the minister of the Ministry of War, Ruyu, who lowered his head: "How many Beijing troops are there in Yingtian City?"

Ru Yuan, who was named, raised her head to look at Taisun.

More than half a month has passed since the first snowfall in the south this winter, and there have been only five or six days without snow in the past twenty days.

Everyone could see clearly that this year's snow would be hard to stop.

The more than [-] Beijing troops stationed inside and outside Yingtian City were finally mobilized.

And precisely because of this, Mu Ying and other meritorious generals in the army, as they had promised at the Tongzheng Si Yamen, all boarded the walls of Yingtian City to guard the capital.

Ru Yu clasped her hands and said in a deep voice: "Earlier this morning, [-] officers and soldiers of the Beijing Army boarded the ship at Longwan Wharf, and went down to the Hangzhou Fucang to transport grain and grass. Now, there are [-] Beijing troops left in Yingtian City."

Zhu Yunxi pondered, there are now [-] Jing troops on the side of Wa Kingdom, and [-] Jing troops under Chang Sheng's men on Jiaozhi Road.

Excluding the 6 people who are currently staying in Yingtian, the 20 Beijing Army has been transferred to nearly [-] soldiers and horses.

Grasping the latest situation of the Beijing army's mobilization, Zhu Yunxi turned to look at Hubu Shangshu Yuxin who was sitting on the stool with only half of his buttocks.

"House Department."

Yu Xin stood up suddenly: "The minister is here."

"On both sides of the Yangtze River, how many prefectures and counties have been affected by the disaster today? Does the household department have a detailed number? How much grain and grass have been transported from the Jiaozhi Road in Hangzhou Fucang? Does the household department also have the number? Shouzhou, Ningxiang, and Pingxiang How much coal has been sent to other places?"

Zhu Yunxie meticulously put a series of questions on Yu Xin's face.

Yu Xin couldn't help but wrapped his sleeves and raised his hand to wipe his forehead, swallowed: "I... I report to Your Highness. There are currently 220 disaster-stricken prefectures and counties, and 34 of them are seriously affected. People's houses collapsed or roads were blocked. Difficult to connect.

The remaining prefectures and counties are limited to severe cold, and there may be a situation of lack of clothing and food in the long run.

The Ministry of Households allocates 80 dan of grain and grass in Hangzhou Fucang and one million jin of coal in the three places.Then as long as the snow doesn't stop, the Ministry of Household Affairs will continue to allocate grain, grass and coal to the localities.

The current disaster situation is severe, but fortunately, His Highness had the foresight to allocate food and grass before the disaster collapsed, supplemented by imperial troops, and now the imperial court can calmly deal with it. "

This is a person who runs an official career.

Finally, don't forget to point out who is responsible.

Zhu Yunxi smiled, just when everyone thought they had passed this hurdle and were about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhu Yunxi suddenly spoke again: "All of you ministers and workers are my Daming Humerus, and you care about the people of our Daming Sheji. It has been more than [-] days since the snow has been snowing this winter. How is the life of the local people now? Everyone Did you ever know?

Every time I read history books, I can see that the people are in hardship. If a disaster like this happens, they will sell their wives, sons, land, and houses, just to survive.I don't know if this year, is there such a thing happening in the local area? "

After finishing speaking, Zhu Yunxi leaned back on the chair, silently watching the people in front of him.

The officials who were about to breathe a sigh of relief couldn't help but tense up.

This topic is too unfriendly!
(End of this chapter)