Hongwu Survival Guide

Chapter 189 'Ecology'

The reasoning was clear, and Zhu Yuan immediately put forward the idea of ​​building a "museum", which is not only the most direct means to elevate Chinese culture, but also links it with the current imperial examination questions "Restoration of China" that are still being reviewed.Properly operated, this project can also greatly enhance the national identity and national cohesion of the people.

It can be seen that Lao Zhu is somewhat reluctant to take out a pile of treasures that may be worth '500 million shi grains' in the future, but after Zhu Yuan explained it, he understood the meaning and agreed immediately.

The courtier reported outside that the luncheon was about to begin.

In response, Lao Zhu stood up, followed by Zhu Yuan, but motioned for the "Please Set Hebo Secretary" that had just been put back on the desk, and asked, "My ancestor, what do you plan to do about this?"

"Let's not do it."

"what?"

After all, Lao Zhu couldn't hold back, walked towards the blue and white porcelain, stroked the 'Xiao Heyue chasing Han Xin' plum vase, and said: "Since I know Baishi will definitely make things go wrong, I naturally don't do it."

Zhu Yuan: "..."

Am I going to offend someone again? !

Think about it and say: "Ancestor, in fact, the water system of small and medium-sized local lakes should not be interfered with, but the Yangtze River, Yellow River, Poyang, Taihu Lake and other large lakes can still be managed."

Old Zhu glanced at his baby's 23rd generation grandson, with a thorough look, and said with a smile: "Actually, I was hesitant before you came, I remember you... I also forgot that time, I mentioned a word called... Health... what life?"

"Ecology?"

"Yes, ecology, all kinds of living beings," Lao Zhu nodded: "You mentioned before, before camping in the sea, the Zhoushan fishery caught only 3 tons of seafood every year. The inland area is different, the rivers and lakes have been eaten by the people for thousands of years, and the 'ecology' you said has been formed, and it is not good to break it by force. Besides the truth you just said, they don't know the 'fundamentals', so they can't do it."

'Ecology' is equal to 'various forms of living beings'. I have to say that Lao Zhu's understanding...is very unique.

Zhu Yuan forgot the correct definition of "ecology" for a while.

Old Zhu looked at the plum vase, and carefully picked up one of the smaller ones with a cloud pattern diameter and looked at it. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Zhu Yuan still had something on his mind, and said with a smile, "I don't agree with this. Every time he wants to Nao Quo also came to look for me, besides, there are so many things at the moment, and he is always busy."

Zhu Yuan could only nod his head.

Speaking of which, it's not that Zhu Yuan has never thought about the development of inland rivers and lakes. However, regardless of its external appearance, he is also unwilling to set up a river and lake department. This is mainly out of consideration for the protection of inland fishery resources.

Since the sea is rich enough to not be developed, try not to develop it.

Leave it for the future.

Putting these aside for the time being, Zhu Yuan has to admire Lao Zhu a little bit, his will is firm enough and he will not compromise.

Make up your mind to pay attention, or, if you think it’s wrong, don’t do it if you don’t do it.

Don't care about anything else.

This time "Hebosi" is one, and earlier, Lao Zhu went to Bianliang to arrange the battle of Dadu. In order to stabilize the rear, Zhu Yuan made a bad move and called Liu Bowen back, so that Li Shanchang had a goal and had no time for him Gu.

Lao Zhu also refused.

Now that Liu Ji has made up his mind to retire, he will not change it.

This is not what it used to be.

Lao Liu resigned from office several times and was recalled several times. It was Lao Zhu who didn't want to let him go. This time, he decided to let him go, and he let him go completely.

In comparison, Zhu Yuan himself, to put it nicely, is called 'huoluo', but to put it bluntly, he is 'slick'.

It's not that Zhu Yuan has no position, it's just that his style of acting is biased towards achieving his goals, even if he uses some wrong means or deliberately takes some detours, it is acceptable.

I can't help laughing at myself.

In the final analysis, it is still a fake, and it lacks the character 'just' in the bones of the old Zhu family.

Now that Lao Zhu has made up his mind, Zhu Yuan didn't say much anymore, seeing him admiring the appearance of the diameter bottle in his hand, he turned to say: "My ancestor, the idea of ​​building a museum came about yesterday because I received a painting called "Dwelling in the Fuchun Mountains" was made by Huang Gongwang, a famous calligrapher and painter who passed away a few years ago. I don't think it should be monopolized, so I want to donate it. As for these blue and white porcelains, although they are all treasures, they are not considered antiques for the time being. You can keep it and enjoy it slowly. Because...according to the standards of the museum, they are not allowed to enter for the time being."

Lao Zhu paused.

Of course I want to stay, but then I shook my head: "If you get a good painting, you should donate it first. I, as an ancestor, can't be inferior. These...you can deal with them."

Zhu Yuan thought about it a little, but didn't refuse.

Lao Zhu also quickly put down the bottle in his hand, and left the study, not forgetting to tell his courtiers to take care of the porcelain inside, before he walked out of the East Pavilion, a shoulder car and a small sedan chair had already stopped outside.

The shoulder car belongs to Lao Zhu, and the sedan chair belongs to Zhu Yuan.

Originally, Zhu Yuan was also given a special gift to take a sedan chair in the imperial city, but it was winter, and he was worried that his precious 23rd grandson would be blown by the wind, so he specially asked for a sedan chair instead.

Get on the sedan chair, follow Lao Zhu all the way to the west building inside Fengtian Gate, all civil and military officials have already arrived.

And Prince Zhu Biao.

Zhu Yuan knew that there was also a banquet hosted by the empress in Kunning Palace today. It was a bit strange when I thought about it before. The official eats and drinks, what's the fun in the harem?
Ok.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with myself.

There is no female family member in the family who is eligible to enter the Kunning Palace.

Inside the West Building.

Everyone took their seats in turn. Zhu Biao and Zhu Yuan, as the juniors of the royal family, were at the head of the throne, one on the left and one on the right. The grades are in the hall or in the two verandahs.

It is not the kind of sitting on the ground in the previous dynasty, but there are stools now.However, except for the old Zhu and the two young Zhu, the others are no longer divided into meals, probably sweeping over, a table for four or six people.

Occasionally, he looked at Li Shanchang, the left minister on a nearby table, and nodded slightly on the other side, but couldn't hide his obvious indifference. Zhu Yuan couldn't help but think of what Lao Zhu said when he gave him the southeast inspector.

Zhu Mingdeng!
It's hateful.

Fortunately, he was wearing an ordinary cyan robe today, not Cong Yipin's Zhongshu Pingzhang official uniform, otherwise, Cong Yipin sitting on top of Zheng Yipin, with Lao Li's petty mind, I'm afraid it would be even more uncomfortable.

and also……

Lao Li, your Hebosi is gone!
Referring to Yinghai Division, if this Hebo Division is implemented, it will definitely become a big piece of fat.

It's like killing your parents.

Zhu Yuan felt that he had a new name.

Zhu Duancai.

This isn't the first time, and obviously, it won't be the last.

One of the advantages of the newly founded country is that even for royal banquets, the rules are not too strict.What's more, this time is not a big banquet. At the beginning, Lao Zhu said a few words, congratulating Ying Haisi for the harvest of hairtail, and the first snow of this year. The auspicious snow heralds a good year. Emphasize that there is no need to be restrained, and each is free.

All officials thank you.

Afterwards, the melodious music sounded, and the servants served the dishes like flowing water.

When the music fell, Lao Zhu started to move his chopsticks, and Zhu Biao on the opposite side also picked up his chopsticks, so Zhu Yuan followed suit.

Not bad, basically hot dishes.

In the current weather, Zhu Yuan can't touch the cold.

The main one is hairtail of course.

Or deep-fried or fried, or stewed or grilled, it is also considered diverse.

And wine.

A pot of warmed fruit brew was very light, with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, but green plums in the mouth, obviously specially prepared for Zhu Yuan, just after taking a sip, Old Zhu's voice came from above: "Your body, Don't drink too much fruit wine, just put it there for a show."

The voice is full of air, and it doesn't hide it at all.

Sensing a large group of eyes watching over him in an instant, Zhu Yuan was a little embarrassed, and quickly got up and agreed.

Lao Zhu once again signaled that there is no need to be too polite, turned to others, and found Song Lian sitting at one of the tables, with a smile in his tone: "Song Lian, this is a good day, you have to make a poem when you are brewing."

Song Lian also quickly got up and agreed.

Lao Zhu immediately told the elderly Zhu Sheng not to drink too much, and prevented the old minister from getting up, just sit down, and then urged everyone to move their chopsticks.

The atmosphere became active.

After a while, Song Lian finished brewing and composed a poem aloud. Amidst the applause of everyone, Lao Zhu raised his glass, and all the officials followed. Zhu Yuan took another sip of the fruit wine.

Lao Zhu immediately encouraged other courtiers to also play actively.

The scene became more and more lively.

Zhu Yuan has a small appetite, so in order to avoid eating too early, he chewed slowly while watching the excitement.

However, the excitement soon came to Zhu Yuan.

Xu Chunren read a small decree for the sacrifice of Guozixue, and instead of sitting down, he held a glass of wine and respected Zhu Yuan from a distance: "Pingzhang is a young man with great talents, and he has a good command of the sea. Because of today's grand occasion, he should also Wouldn't it be better to exhibit poetry?"

When Xu Chunren said this, everyone in the hall booed.

Zhu Yuan smiled and waved his hands: "I don't know anything about poetry, I can't even hum a doggerel, so please let me go."

Hearing what Zhu Yuan said, the booing sound subsided for a while.

Li Shanchang quietly winked not far away, and a big man in a regular fourth-grade tiger men's suit paused, and then said loudly: "Pingzhang must be too modest, no one in this world doesn't know you are a great talent, besides, this is a festive occasion Days, no matter what, we must come to a song, come to a song!"

The booing sounded again.

Zhu Yuan was embarrassed for a moment.

Seeing this, Lao Zhu, who was watching with a smile, raised his hand in time to stop, but then said to Zhu Yuan, "Yuan'er, it's also a lively scene, so just read a poem you've read."

Of course, Lao Zhu had to listen to what he said.

After thinking for a while, facing the quiet crowd in the hall, Zhu Yuan said: "There seems to be no poem about hairtail. Just a poem I like very much, the one by Lu Fangweng, "Bu Suanzi·Yongmei"."

Talking a little brewing, recite aloud.

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post, there is no one left alone. It's already dusk to worry about alone, and it's more windy and rainy."

"I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will be jealous of all the fragrances. Scattered pieces are turned into mud and dust, only the fragrance remains the same."

This is not the era when the information exploded so that five or six-year-old children could recite the term Lu You casually. Before Zhu Yuan reported the name of the ci tablet, most of the people in the hall didn't know what the content was for a while, and they didn't even know who Lu Fangweng was. , including Li Shanchang, who was just a small country intellectual without fame.

However, when Zhu Yuan finished reciting, even a martial artist who could not read large characters could basically understand the meaning.

The atmosphere in the hall couldn't help but be a little strangely quiet.

Everyone was booing before, each with their own thoughts, but if the young Pingzhang, who has had a lot of glory in the past year, can be embarrassed, everyone will be happy to hear it.

did not expect……

In a blink of an eye, a group of people became the "wind and rain" who were "struggling for spring", and the young boy casually expressed to His Majesty the attitude that he would rather "turn everything into mud and dust".

This……

If you say you are not a great talent, who will believe it?

It was Lao Zhu who broke the silence. He had never heard Lu You's poem before, but he understood it this time, with concern and a touch of reproach in his tone: "You child, it's such a happy day. What are you doing after listening to the sad words, um... I'll make you drink a glass as punishment."

Zhu Yuan picked up the small cup obediently, and drank the light fruit wine in the cup in one gulp.

on purpose.

Or... it's also a random move, taking advantage of the trend.

This is nature.

Realizing that Lao Zhu was really moved, Zhu Yuan felt a little embarrassed.

After Zhu Yuan finished drinking a glass of wine, Lao Zhu turned to the ministers, but he didn't mean to pursue the matter just now. Instead, the atmosphere was revived, and the hall quickly became lively again.

Zhu Yuan put down the cup and accidentally noticed the other side.

Ok.

Zhu Biao was looking at himself.

Ugh.

It's too much, it's too much... My son is here, and I... I'm too stealthy.

After the poem composing session, Lao Zhu summoned drum music again.

The fun continues.

After half an hour like this, Zhu Sheng and some veteran ministers were out of energy, Lao Zhu took the initiative to ask them to leave first.

Zhu Yuan, who also couldn't stand it, followed closely behind.

Leaving the palace in a small sedan chair, just after leaving the north gate, the sedan chair paused briefly, and Liu Bai entered.

After only drinking a few glasses of fruit wine, Zhu Yuan, who was a little stupefied, held Xiang Xiang Ruan in front of him casually, hugged her in his arms, resting his head on the girl's chest, and finally he was able to let go of all the thoughts in the palace before and let himself completely relax. Come down, no longer tense.

Suddenly laughed out loud.

Liu Bai carefully held his lord's head, waited for the sedan chair to be raised again and started to move forward, and asked curiously, "My lord, what are you laughing at?"

Holding the girl's thin waist, Zhu Yuan said, "I thought of an idiom."

"Ok?"

"It's a certainty."

Liu Bai blinked his eyes, then blinked again, felt the head of the little man in his arms move, and suddenly realized, his face turned red immediately, and he pouted angrily: "Master, don't Ruo Nu let the sedan chair stop, change it Did the fish come up?"

"I'm joking with you, I'm drunk," Zhu Yuan slid one hand down and patted the girl: "Also... I don't like this name, it calls me old."

After being beaten, Liu Bai let out a little 'Ah—', his face turned even redder, but he said: "You are a little prince now, it would be weird to let the slaves call you my lord, you might as well call me an official .”

"The officials are too unscrupulous, so I still have to add the word 'small'."

Thinking about it, Liu Bai retorted: "Luo Shui just call."

Zhu Yuan smiled: "Luoshui is not serious, don't learn from her."

Ok.

Blank is very much in favor of this.

Luo Shui can not only catch any teasing from his own adults, but also always go back the other way.

Irregular.

I can't do it myself.

Nodding her head like this, Nizi paused, and said in a low voice, "You still prefer...that one, right?"

"Which one?"

"that."

"Which one?"

Besides, there was no end to it, Liu Bai could only admit defeat, and whispered warmly on his cheeks: "Father..."

(End of this chapter)