Zhu Yuanzhang can see my dreams

Chapter 137 137 I have a way to escape death

Wang Buli told Zhu Mingxiu about his technique, but what he was thinking was that after Zhu Yuanzhang asked for food, he wouldn't shout "Brothers, it's time to eat again, right?"

So when he was young, he often begged for free female votes. Now that he became emperor, he still did not change this fine tradition. When Zhu Yuanzhang formulated the overall policy of the Ming Dynasty, he often incorporated this idea into it.

Especially when it came to military households, they said that a million troops would cost nothing, but during his reign, military households fled in large numbers.

From the first year of Wu to Hongwu for three years, nearly 50,000 people fled in these few years.

In the clerical system just now, Zhu Yuanzhang asked the rich to pay more, which was extremely unusual.

He said that since you are already rich, wouldn't it be good for me to order you to collect money and food for me to provide care for the poor people, and also to allow your descendants to live far away?

"Wang Lang, I told my mother last time that I can go out to play with you during the Qiao Qiao Festival."

"Ok?"

Wang Buli was shocked. He really didn't expect Queen Ma to be so reasonable.

As expected, he was born as a commoner and didn't have so many rules.

"Okay, I'll pick you up then."

Wang Buli immediately responded to the matter. To be honest, this was the first time he had encountered such a festival in Nanjing.

The last time was just to watch people racing boats in the river during the Dragon Boat Festival, which was very enjoyable.

Zhu Mingxiu's eyebrows immediately opened, and she lowered her head to dig into the ice cream that had long melted. It felt sweet and a little cold.

Wang Buli leaned on the bamboo chair, fanning himself with a cattail leaf fan in his hand. He should get some sleep that day.

"What shall we eat later?"

"We will eat whatever the father eats." Zhu Mingxiu tilted his head: "But if you want to eat something, I can ask mother to ask the imperial kitchen to cook it for you."

"I ate food from the imperial kitchen last time, but that's all. I've been looking forward to it for nothing. When you marry into my family, I'll let you try our craftsmanship."

"it is good."

Zhu Mingxiu has never eaten food from outside.

But I heard from the royal brother who was out that the food in the palace is indeed not as delicious as the food outside.

After all, her father didn't care much about food and drink.

Therefore, it is true that the children of their Tian family have not eaten anything good in the palace these days. At most, they will not die of hunger and can eat three meals a day.

Zhu Mingxiu was full of expectations for Wang Buli's words, and she also wanted to go to the street to try delicious food.

Zhu Biao came back in with a smile on his face and sat on the chair:

"Brother-in-law, I just told dad about your suggestions. Dad agreed with them all and even praised you a few times."

Wang Buli smiled, but he didn't think so in his heart.

I asked Lao Zhu to allocate a large amount of budget to improve the post station system. If he didn't curse, that would be a lie.

Zhu Mingxiu's eyes were also full of smiles, and he looked proud.

Did she know that the eldest brother-in-law, apart from being the eldest son of the Korean prince, had no other abilities at all.

How could he be so favored by his father as his own husband?

When Zhu Biao saw Wang Buli agreeing, he said to himself that I can't make the relationship between you too rigid.

What's more, my father is still your father-in-law, so what's wrong with scolding you?

"His Majesty is truly a hero. Such a large expenditure will probably make him feel distressed for a long time."

Listening to Wang Buli's seeming compliments, but also feeling that he was talking about his father's cunt, Zhu Biao raised his eyebrows slightly and just nodded.

After all, our brother-in-law is right.

Dad was indeed very distressed.

His cost-free methods seemed to be beneficial to the court, so he made a profit.

But in the long run, if future generations fail to do their best, the station system will inevitably be greatly damaged.

When the rebel army arrives in front of the capital and cannot get the news, then it will be a real loss.

Zhu Biao once saw the future of the Ming Dynasty in the fairyland, and heard from his father that future generations would abolish the post stations. For the long-term planning of the Ming Dynasty, money still had to be spent.

"By the way, brother-in-law, since you have made such a great contribution in solving the counterfeit banknote case and have come up with another plan today, my father has decided to promote you."

"what?"

Wang Buli stood up immediately: "Brother Prince, how can it be like this? If I was promoted to a high official just because I became the emperor's son-in-law.

Wouldn't everyone in the world want to imitate me, Wang Buli, and go to great lengths to marry the emperor's daughter, thus taking a shortcut? Then the custom of serving as an official in Ming Dynasty would be bad! "

These words were so righteous that Prince Zhu Biao was very happy to hear them. If everyone had Wang Buli's awareness.

Then the atmosphere in Ming Dynasty's officialdom would be reversed immediately.

Wang Buli bowed his body and asked to resign. If we are an official, we can still be lazy. Once we become an official, wouldn't it be a serious crime?

Zhu Mingxiu was also confused by Wang Buli's words. Look at our husband. For the sake of Ming Dynasty, he is indeed a good son-in-law for his father!

Mom, she really knows how to pick people.

"Brother-in-law, I'm very pleased that you think so, but if you don't reward your merits, how can you convince others?"

Zhu Biao helped Wang Buli up, and he thought of his cousin Zhu Wenzheng again.

At that time, Zhu Wenzheng had made many military exploits. Zhu Yuanzhang asked him what official he wanted to be. Zhu Wenzheng replied that when his uncle became a big business, why should I worry about not being rich? If I promoted my relatives now, how could I convince the public?

However, after Zhu Wenzheng made great contributions in the defense of Hongdu and in the battle to destroy Chen Youliang, Zhu Yuanzhang generously rewarded Chang Yuchun, Liao Yongzhong and other generals, but only spared Zhu Wenzheng.

Then Zhu Wenzheng became unbalanced and began to seek death, and finally ended up under house arrest and died in depression.

Of course, Zhu Wenzheng's position is very embarrassing, after all, his son Zhu Biao was born.

Zhu Yuanzhang planned to kill his relatives out of justice, but was persuaded by Empress Ma.

Therefore, now Zhu Yuanzhang also rewards people for meritorious service and punishes people for mistakes.

Even his nephew might complain about being suppressed for a long time, let alone others.

After listening to Zhu Biao's words, Wang Buli finished thinking about the ball.

"But since you are young, you should practice at the grassroots level for a few more years, so my father said that you should be promoted to Jiangning County Classical History."

"Dianshi?"

Wang Buli was stunned, the classics and history were not in the mainstream.

wrong.

Since ancient times, Jingxian County has been superior to others, starting from the ninth rank.

He, Wang Buli, was suddenly promoted directly from the chief of the criminal section of the bureau to the position of director of the county public security bureau.

For an official, that was a huge leap.

Because according to normal procedures, Wang Buli had to work for nine years before he could have the opportunity to become an official.

"Brother Prince, you take too good care of me. This promotion is too fast!" Wang Buli wanted to refuse again: "Others have spent nine years, and I have finished it all at once. How can I do it?"

"Hey, although you are the first civilian prince-in-law in my Ming Dynasty, you have to marry my direct sister, so you have to be an official, right?"

Prince Zhu Biao sat on the chair with a smile again: "Besides, a ninth-rank official is simply too humble compared to Li Qi, an official of the fifth rank. If you refuse, I think you are playing hard to get. , I want to reach the sky in one step and become a first-class official."

Wang Buli became Spartan.

Who the hell wants to be a first-class official in the Hongwu Dynasty? You think nothing of it.

Didn’t you see how quickly Liu Bowen, who was always known for his resourcefulness, pulled away?

He has foresight, but Lao Zhu, like Lao Cao, doesn't like people like Yang Xiu who can guess his thoughts.

"The prince has said so, so I can't refuse, but I have a question. Song Dianshi is not at fault. He is always at the forefront every time he handles a case. What if I take his position?"

"He was promoted three levels in a row and was transferred to Jurong County to serve as the eighth-level county magistrate. The original county magistrate was promoted two levels to become the county magistrate." Zhu Biao chuckled twice: "He was promoted faster than you."

Now Wang Buli really has nothing to say, the arrangements for you are clear.

"You also know that Yang Man, the magistrate of Jurong County, was punished for violating the law. Those heads are still being stabbed on the road. I believe that Magistrate Song will do a good job after he takes office."

Zhu Biao didn't know Song Dianshi's name at all, but he made arrangements directly so that Wang Buli would not gossip, and Song Dianshi would not lose the position he had gained on the battlefield.

Dianshi was also established in the Yuan Dynasty and was inherited by the Ming Dynasty.

Wang Buli not only has a separate office in the county government office to handle many matters in the county, but he can also control the surrounding inspection departments (similar to grassroots police stations) externally.

Inspections command a corresponding number of archers and are responsible for inspecting pedestrians, combating smuggling, and arresting thieves.

The main purpose is that Lao Zhu wants to find out the unscrupulous people who dare to move without guidance, and those military households who have fled!

"Brother-in-law, the burden on you is also heavier."

Prince Zhu Biao encouraged Wang Buli because when he was the executioner, he focused on solving cases, but now he has many things to worry about.

He even became the fourth in command of the county government in Beijing, and was respectfully called Fourth Master among the people!

"I will definitely not let down the prince's trust. I will work hard and try to get this job straightened out."

"it is good."

Zhu Biao spoke again: "When your new official takes office, the office funds you mentioned to Director Guo will be released, so you can use them with confidence."

Office expenses!

Wang Buli expressed his gratitude. I really don’t know how many there are.

It would be too difficult to apply for this kind of money in Daming.

Zhu Biao felt that just being able to judge cases was not enough. The Ming Dynasty needed officials who were versatile, so they had to train Wang Buli and Wang Buli.

It also prevents him from becoming arrogant. If he wants to be promoted quickly, he will definitely achieve certain results to prove himself.

Really kills multiple birds with one stone.

Zhu Yuanzhang listened to the people on the side describing the conversation between Wang Buli and the prince, and he chuckled:

"As far as I know, Wang Buli resorted to many tricks in order to become an official.

He originally thought that after solving the counterfeit banknote case and becoming our son-in-law, he would definitely become a high-ranking official, comparable to Li Qi.

But now that we have promoted him to the rank of Classical Historian, I am afraid that there will be a huge gap in my heart! "

Queen Ma felt that Wang Buli didn't look like a person who liked promotion, otherwise he would have hugged Hu Weiyong's lap.

As a woman's intuition, she thought that Chongba was wrong.

However, the information investigated by Wang Buli was unmistakable, so Empress Ma did not want to refute Zhu Yuanzhang at this time.

In Zhu Yuanzhang's subconscious mind, everyone in the world wanted to be an official!

No one doesn't want to. Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and took a few steps: "Wang Buli is a useful person, but we have to find a way to make him willing to be used by us."

Queen Ma waved her hand and asked the person who reported the report to go out.

He heard some words and was afraid that his life would be lost.

As a queen, she is very kind-hearted and does not want to cause more killings, but her husband likes to speak with a knife, so there is nothing she can do!

"Chongpachi, don't think that everyone will be like you. Everyone has selfish motives."

Queen Ma has an extremely accurate grasp of human nature.

Who would abandon their family and career for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, regardless of the lives of their entire family?

Even if there were, it would take decades or hundreds of years of accumulation to produce loyal ministers.

The reason why there are few loyal ministers is that more people will be sent.

Can you find another person like Zhuge Liang?

Queen Ma knew that her husband sometimes liked to get into trouble even if eight cows couldn't pull him back.

"That's all."

Zhu Yuanzhang stood on the main hall with his belly puffed out: "We know that those ministers are not of the same mind as us, even if they are sons, let alone sons-in-law."

Empress Ma knew that Chongba valued his family the most, but after Zhu Wenzheng's incident, she felt knotty in her heart.

She couldn't untie it either.

"Wang Buli is important, but you also need to know, Chongba, that not everything can be discovered and changed from the secrets of the future."

"What did you say?"

"Such as human destiny."

Empress Ma wanted to give Zhu Yuanzhang a defensive shot in advance. If the Baduanjin taught by Wang Buli didn't work, he would probably blame him.

"Do you believe in fate?" Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were full of disbelief.

"Of course I believe it."

"But I don't believe it!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were full of domineering. If he had believed in fate, he would not have risen from beggar to emperor.

"We believe everything depends on man-made efforts!"

Queen Ma didn't say anything more. There were some things she couldn't persuade.

"As far as I'm concerned, Bu Li is a good kid."

"We know, sister, you don't have to be so pessimistic." Zhu Yuanzhang came over and took her hands and said:

"Even if you live one day longer than that day, we won't blame him. At least it proves that these eight sections of brocade are useful."

Upon hearing this, Queen Ma's heart dropped.

The eunuch outside the palace knocked on the door and asked if he wanted to deliver food?

"Chongpachi, do you want to meet your future son-in-law?"

"When they get married, we will definitely show up."

Zhu Yuanzhang flatly refused. He always felt that Wang Buli still had many abilities that he had not used.

After Wang Buli finished his meal in the palace, he was ready to leave the palace, but at this moment, someone suddenly came to report to the prince.

He Wenhui, the governor of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion, was seriously ill and was about to die.

Zhu Biao was shocked and quickly asked someone to prepare the carriage. He wanted to see his brother.

"Bu Li, you also come with me."

After Zhu Biao gave an order, he immediately got on the imperial banquet and urged the palace people to move quickly.

Wang Buli had never heard of this name. He should be an adopted son like Mu Ying, otherwise Zhu Biao wouldn't say he was his younger brother.

Among Lao Zhu's adopted sons, the one Wang Buli knew best was Wang Muying of Yunnan, and Ping An was introduced by Lan Yu.

When Wang Buli sat in the carriage, listening to Zhu Biao's story.

He Wenhui was adopted by Zhu Yuanzhang as his adopted son at the age of fourteen. He made many military exploits and participated in the pacification of Jiangxi, Fujian, Shaanxi, and Sichuan. Later, Zhu Yuanzhang restored his original surname and no longer had the surname Zhu.

While inspecting Juyongguan, he was called back to recuperate at home due to illness.

There were guards ahead to clear the way and drive away the people. At this time, Zhu Biao could no longer care about the people.

By the time they arrived at He Wenhui's house, white cloths had already been hung.

He Wenhui's son He Huan's eyes were red, and when he saw the prince coming, he started crying.

Zhu Biao randomly asked him to get up and lead the way, so that he could see He Wenhui soon.

Many of Zhu Yuanzhang's adopted sons had died in battles, but now this one was the first to die of illness after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

When I entered the ward, I smelled a strong herbal smell.

"Brother Wen Hui."

Zhu Biao burst into tears looking at He Wenhui's appearance.

"Your Highness, please don't come near us. If we have malaria, we will pass it on to Your Highness."

He Wenhui hurriedly shouted: "Take His Royal Highness away quickly."

A group of people restrained Zhu Biao and pulled him out of the door.

"Showing off?"

Wang Buli looked at He Wenhui's appearance and realized that the disease was dysentery and there was indeed a risk of infection.

As the son of a doctor, he has been exposed to popular science.

"What did the imperial doctor say?" Zhu Biao's eyes were also red.

"The imperial doctor said I'm afraid I won't live for two days." He Huan also cried:

"My dad is sometimes cold and hot, and the pain in his lower right abdomen is unbearable. He suffers all the time."

Hearing this, Wang Buli raised his eyebrows slightly. He had never trusted the profession of imperial physician of the Ming Dynasty.

It can cure you from a minor illness into a serious illness, and by the way, it can cure you to death.

The old Taoist Jiajing used the golden elixir to treat his illness, and he lived a long time.

Tears also flowed from Ping An's face. He was guarding the palace gate and heard the news from the He family, so he also came with the prince.

"Brother Prince, I'll go in and pay a visit on your behalf."

"it is good."

Zhu Biao did not expect that Wang Buli would take the initiative to resist at this time.

Wang Buli sent someone to bring hot water, washed his hands and face, then covered his face with the silk prepared by the He family and walked into the room.

Zhu Biao saw Wang Buli being so solemn and thought that since his family was a medical heirloom and had entered the fairyland, he might have a solution.

"His Royal Highness?"

He Huan was a little confused. He didn't understand that the man who was a few years older than him called the current prince "Prince Brother".

"Don't worry about it. If you can't even save your father, you really should organize the funeral."

Zhu Biao held his breath and retreated to the hall, his face full of confusion.

After Wang Buli entered the room, he saw He Wenhui lying on the bed, still wrapped in a quilt on a hot day, and his whole body was trembling.

"Who are you?"

"This young man, Wang Buli, is the new consort appointed by His Majesty."

He Wenhui also heard from his servants that the Ming Dynasty had the first civilian prince-in-law, who was so enviable.

"Are you coming to see us on behalf of the prince?" He Wenhui tried hard not to shiver.

"To be honest, I am a medical heirloom, passed down from the Song Dynasty, and my skills are much better than those of the imperial doctors.

I'm here to check Qian's body. If it can be cured, I will cure it.

If it can't be cured, then the He family will prepare for the funeral. Are you afraid of this? "

"Afraid, scared shit!"

He Wenhui said tremblingly: "What we hate is that we can't die on the battlefield, but die on this bed instead."

"You have good ambitions."

Wang Buli lifted up He Wenhui's quilt and tapped on his lower right abdomen:

"But it hurts here?"

"Yes, it hurts all the time. Those who hurt me will die."

Wang Buli lay on his stomach again to listen to see if there was water accumulation again.

The symptoms sound more and more like appendicitis.

In later generations it was a minor operation, because he also had his appendix removed.

But in Ming Dynasty, this was a fatal disease.

Wang Buli covered him with the quilt again: "I have a way to escape death, do you want to hear it?"

(End of this chapter)