My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 49 What does this prosperity have to do with you?
"Oh, slow down, slow down, it hurts me to death,..."

The gate of the palace.

With his legs crossed, Zhu Gaoyu limped out with the support of his wife.

God bless.

The dark clouds that had been suppressing for a day finally dissipated in the evening.

Mother Sun, whom Zhu Gaoyu was looking forward to, also showed her kind smile.

"Your Highness!"

Zhu Gaoyu was trembling and had just walked to the side of the carriage when Zuo Jun, dressed in a brocade sweater, rushed over to help him.

"You should be very busy now, why are you running here again?"

Sitting on the stick of the carriage and enjoying his wife's massage, Zhu Gaoyu asked Zuo Jun who also helped beat his legs.

"Your Highness, I don't want to work in Jinyiwei."

Zuo Jun looked confused, glanced at the palace, and said his request.

"fart!"

Zhu Gaoyu gave him a blank look.

"You want to do it, but they won't let you do it."

"You thought that the old man really admired you for letting you take on this errand."

"It's because he doesn't trust the Jinyiwei people anymore, and he doesn't trust other people. You just happen to be the right size, so I'll take you to work for two days first."

"You are my man, how can the old man feel relieved to hand over the Jinyiwei to you. If I hand it over to you, isn't it in my hands in disguise?"

"I reckon that after this matter is over, he will find someone to replace you."

"So it is."

Zuo Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

Jin Yiwei looks majestic, but inside is full of dangers.

Since the establishment of Jinyiwei, count several commanders and envoys, which one has a good end.

In addition, Zuo Jun didn't like to be restrained, and he was used to being free with Zhu Gaoyu. He really couldn't do this kind of errand in the yamen all day long.

"Be sensible when doing things, report to the old man every day, the list of people below will be reported, and the Marquis and above will ask the old man for advice before arresting people."

In order to prevent his chief guard from making mistakes, Zhu Gaoyu taught him patiently.

Zuo Jun nodded repeatedly.

"You have to be careful about the money. Don't touch a penny of the money you got from the house raids, or I won't be able to save you." Worried that Zuo Jun was young and couldn't stand the temptation, Zhu Gaoyu pointed out emphatically.

Zuo Jun smiled bitterly and said, "Your Highness, don't mention whether I have the guts or not, even if I do, I have no chance."

Raising his finger in the direction of the Hubu, Zuo Jun said helplessly: "From the beginning of arresting people, the Hubu has been watching closely like a fly biting an egg. Xia Shangshu even moved directly to the Jinyiwei Yamen. Let alone reaching out, they will scold their mothers if they touch it."

"Hahaha, people are not afraid of anything when they are poor, and now the household department even dares to do it."

"Okay, that's it, you can do what you should do."

Zhu Gaoyu, who didn't want to talk too much and cause misunderstanding, waved his hand, and with the support of his wife, he was about to get into the carriage.

"Oh, by the way, the important thing is that I almost forgot."

Looking back, Zhu Gaoyu took out two documents from his arms and handed them to Zuo Jun.

"You give these two documents to Wang Jin, one is his appointment letter, and the other is the document for the transfer of personnel, you just hand it over to him, he knows how to do it himself."

"Oh, I'll send someone to send it when I go back."

When Zuo Jun received the document, Zhu Gaoyu said to him:

"Don't be idle in the Jinyiwei yamen. When you have nothing to do, observe how they work, and copy the internal training materials if you have the opportunity."

"Our navy will also have its own intelligence department in the future. There are ready-made examples. If you don't learn, it will be wasted."

Zhu Gaoyu didn't know much about intelligence in his previous life. Now that he has an opportunity to learn, he will naturally not give up.

After seeing Zuo Jun off, Zhu Gaoyu got into the carriage with the support of his wife.

"Oh, I'm exhausted."

As soon as he entered the carriage, Zhu Gaoyu lay down on his back, without any signs of fatigue.

He was just pretending.

As far as his physique is concerned, let alone kneeling for a day, it will be easy for three or four days, just like playing around.

Putting on that appearance is entirely for outsiders to see, otherwise the old man will not be able to explain.

Zhang Yue is not surprised either, she knows her husband's physique very well.

She has martial arts, and her physique is good enough, but when she was in the bridal chamber...

Forget it, don't say it, it's quite embarrassing...

"I remember Lao Zhang has a son."

Enjoying his wife's leg beating, Zhu Gaoyu squinted his eyes and asked.

Zhang Yue nodded and replied: "Yes, I'm working as a housekeeper in Zhang's residence now."

"In the past, Uncle Zhang was in charge of the affairs of the mansion. After I got married, my elder brother was afraid that I would not be able to manage the palace well, so he asked Uncle Zhang to come with me."

Zhu Gaoyu sat up and said to Zhang Yue: "Go back and tell Lao Zhang that I have found a future for his son and asked him to ask his son if he would like to work under me."

Zhu Gaoyu didn't feel ashamed at all to poach the corner of his uncle's corner. Anyway, his uncle doesn't lack a housekeeper, so he can just look for it later.

The reason why Zhang Bo's son was chosen was because the other party was considered half of his own.

Zhang Yue didn't refuse either.

Zhang Bo's family has worked in the Zhang family for decades, and now that her husband has given him a future, it can be regarded as a reward for Zhang Bo's hard work.

"Stay away, let me fucking make way for me..."

Waves of whips waving, accompanied by screams came from outside the car, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Zhu Gaoyu lifted the curtain, and a group of people with their hands tied together appeared in front of him under the pressure of Jin Yiwei.

The crowd is male and female, old and young.

From the color of their clothes, it can be seen that not long ago, these people were still enjoying wealth, but at this moment they were reduced to prisoners.

Zhu Gaoyu was looking at them, and they were also looking at the carriage.

Staring at the carriage protected by the guards and hung with the logo of the King of Yue, there was resentment, resentment in their eyes, and of course, more fear and confusion...

"Oh, it's so pitiful, that child is less than 5 years old!"

Zhang Yue, who looked out together, saw a child wearing a bracelet, thicker than his hands, being dragged forward by Jin Yiwei like a dead dog, with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

"Pitiful…"

Zhu Gaoyu glanced at her and said slowly: "Compared to those children who are on the verge of starving to death, whose parents will exchange food for other people's homes at any time, or sell them to brothels, and spend their whole lives as slaves and handmaids, he is already lucky enough."

"At least he's had enough to eat, he's truly extraordinary."

After coming to Daming, Zhu Gaoyu realized how bitter life was in ancient times.

More than [-]% of the common people in Ming Dynasty are still worrying about one bite of food.

As for human dignity.

Sorry, this kind of thing is only qualified to be owned by the upper class.

The common people at the bottom can have a bite to eat, and can live through this life, that is the greatest fairness that God treats you.

Zhu Gaoyu had seen it through.

The prosperous world, that is only the glory of the upper class, and has nothing to do with the lower class.

God and the upper-level people in the management will not give you face. You should starve to death, and you will still starve to death.

But in this kind of world where your family is forced and there is no way to survive, once you need to die, if you are loyal to the emperor and patriotic, you will go to the battlefield to fight for these people who exploit you and oppress you.

After victory, they hold the fruit of victory, enjoy the supreme glory, and proclaim their greatness and justice.

what about you?
Sons starved to death, wives and daughters sold themselves into slavery and became prostitutes for food to survive, parents died of illness at home because no one took care of you because you went to the battlefield.

And you were disabled on the battlefield, living alone.

This is the bottom layer that the light of the ancient prosperous age could not reach.

(End of this chapter)