Daming: My grandfather is Emperor Hongwu!

Chapter 7

It was already afternoon, and the early summer sun changed from slightly scorching to lazy, reflecting on the yellow tiles and red walls of the Forbidden City.

Zhu Yuanzhang strode forward with a smile on his face, turning his head from time to time to see Zhu Xiongying who was following behind him.

He was born as a warrior, tall and tall, and has a quick temper. He walks with striding strides.And Rao Zhu Yingxiong, who has a soul in his 20s, but his body is only eight years old, strenuously throws off his two short legs, purses his lips, and stubbornly tries to keep up with his grandfather's footsteps.

"Haha!" Seeing this scene, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled heartily, full of kindness, and said in a clear voice, "Walking is like doing things. You have to step out of the momentum and act resolutely without dragging your feet! In our Zhu family, since the eighth generation of ancestors, there has been no grinding and chirping. people!"

Zhu Xiongying smiled and said, "Grandfather, you are not only in a prosperous age, you are walking like flying!" As he said, it seemed that because he was walking too fast, his legs did not come over, and he stumbled, and he couldn't help but ouch, It fell directly on the bluestone slab.

"Little ancestor!" The eunuch Jia Gui, who was following behind, turned pale with shock when he saw this scene, and wanted to step forward.

But as soon as he made a move, he was stared back by Zhu Biao, the prince behind Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Get up by yourself!" Zhu Biao said.

It's a lie to say that it doesn't hurt, these little arms and legs are so tender!There was a plop when it fell just now, other children would have already grinned and cried.

But Zhu Xiongying got up quickly, swept the dust on the clothes nonchalantly, and grinned.

Zhu Yuanzhang squatted down, looked at his grandson, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It's just a fall, why does it hurt?" Zhu Xiongying replied with a smile.

Zhu Yuanzhang took his grandson's hand, and saw that the palm of his hand was a little torn. He was both distressed and amused, "It doesn't hurt even if the skin is torn?"

"Man, what's this little pain? Compared with your grandpa, who fought on the battlefield back then, it's nothing serious!" Zhu Xiongying inadvertently offered another flattery.

Sure enough, Zhu Yuanzhang had a smile on his face, stood up, touched Zhu Xiongying's head affectionately, and said loudly, "Look, he is the son of our Zhu family, and his stubborn temper is exactly the same as ours!"

Afterwards, holding Zhu Xiongying's hand, he said as he walked, "Dasun, you are right, for us gentlemen, this little pain is nothing!"

Being pulled by those big hands, feeling the rough texture between the other's palms and the hard calluses, Zhu Xiongying felt very at ease.

"Grandfather, why are your hands so thick?" Zhu Xiongying asked as if he were a real child.

"When we were wearing crotch pants, we worked in the fields with your grandpa and grandma. When we grow up a bit, we will graze livestock for the landlord's house. In this life, we are either working or fighting. Can we not have rough hands? "Zhu Yuanzhang said loudly.

Zhu Xiongying held his grandfather's hand and said loudly, "Grandfather, have you had a hard time in the past?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's tall body paused for a moment, and said, "There is nothing to suffer. We are children of poor families. Poor people will live a hard life when they are born. After a long time, it will not be hard!" , "Has your master ever taught you the words of Confucius, the heaven will send a great responsibility to the people!"

"Heaven will send a great mission to the people of Sri Lanka, and they must first work hard on their minds and wills, and exhaust their bodies." Zhu Xiongying opened his mouth and came.

"Yes, we men are born to suffer! Suffering is the best medicine for us to succeed!" Amidst Zhu Xiongying's reciting, Zhu Yuanzhang continued to speak loudly, "But, with us here, in the future, the descendants of our Zhu family will never suffer. You don’t need to suffer from the hardships of this world. You should eat well and grow strong and strong. Study hard and be a modest gentleman who understands things, understands etiquette, and is kind-hearted!”

Yes, Zhu Yuanzhang has suffered all the hardships in the world all his life.

Although he is now the son of heaven, like all parents in the world, he hopes that his descendants will not suffer any more and become a respected and learned gentleman.

"Grandfather!" Zhu Xiongying raised his head and said, "In fact, it is not a bad thing to suffer a little bit! If you suffer a little bit, your grandson will not forget our Zhu family's origin, and you will know the suffering of the people if you suffer a little bit!"

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang was slightly taken aback, turned his head to look at his grandson, and looked at the crystal clear eyes of the other party.

Although he didn't want his children and grandchildren to suffer, he wanted them to remember the hardships the Zhu family had suffered.Every time a prince comes of age, he must go back to Fengyang, the central capital, to worship his ancestors before going to enfeoff the land.

At this time, he would solemnly warn that when the prince returns to his hometown to worship his ancestors, he should keep his car simple and not make it public.The clothes used must be simple.

The adult princes wore coarse clothes and hemp rope straw sandals, ate rough meals along the way, reminiscing about the bitterness and sweetness of their ancestors.Understand the sentiments of the people and feel that it is not easy to start a business.

He is an emperor with many negative records in history, but his painstaking efforts and methods in educating his children are far superior to many wise emperors who are praised by experts and scholars of later generations.

"Okay, good boy! You're right!" Zhu Yuanzhang laughed.

"Grandfather, after a few days, grandson will help you to take care of your crops!" Zhu Xiongying laughed again.

Zhu Yuanzhang is probably the only emperor who has farmed in the palace throughout the ages.On the edge of the imperial garden, there is a three-acre land.Originally, rare and rare herbs were planted for viewing by emperors and empresses.

But Zhu Yuanzhang, who was born in a poor family, took the queen and the prince himself and reclaimed it into land.And he personally planted crops in the fields, fertilized and repelled insects, irrigated and weeded, just like ordinary farmers.

"Okay, I'm afraid you'll be tired!" Zhu Yuanzhang smiled happily, "Dasun, do you know why you say you are serving the crops?"

"You said that food is the life of the poor!" Zhu Xiongying replied.

"Food, for us Chinese people, is not only life, but also our parents! Think about it, it grows well in the ground, but we have to be harvested and polished, and eaten into our stomachs. Is this the same as our parents? Just like the grace of nurturing, use it to nourish our bodies?"

The two were talking cheerfully, just when they met a threshold, Zhu Yuanzhang stepped over and lifted it with his big hands.

Zhu Xiongying left his feet off the ground and jumped directly over the threshold.

After this threshold is the West Palace of the Forbidden City.

As soon as the father and father passed by, they saw dozens of sweaty craftsmen in front of them, standing on the bamboo rafts built outside the palace, working under the watchful eyes of the Jinwu Guards.

"Come on guys, hey yo hey!"

The cheering chants of the craftsmen rose suddenly.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was pulling Zhu Xiongying, laughed and sang loudly, "Don't be lazy at the back, hey hey!"

"Let's work harder, hey hey!"

"Eating fatty meat at night is beautiful in my heart!"

The dignified generation of founding heroes sang comfortably along with the chants of the craftsmen.

"He is such an emperor, a man who never hides his humble origins, even takes pride in his humble origins, rubs the sand in his eyes, and loves his enemies!"

Zhu Xiongying looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and thought to himself.

Then, looking up at the sun hiding in the clouds, he continued in his heart, "God, thank you for allowing me to be the grandson of Emperor Hongwu! Thank you for allowing me to be reborn in Daming!"

When the chant was over, Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head, looked at Prince Zhu Biao, pointed at the craftsmen, and said in a muffled voice, "What are you doing?"

"Father!" Zhu Biao bowed and said, "I saw that the red paint on the pillars and walls in these places in the palace has fallen off, so I asked Guanglu Temple to send someone to repair it!"

"You only do these things that cost money?" Zhu Yuanzhang frowned, "It's just some paint falling off, why do you make such a big scene?" He continued to walk forward and said, "I always tell you that people's livelihood is difficult. .The Forbidden City was built at the beginning, and it cost several millions.”

Speaking of this, he stood up and turned his head, "That's several million guan! We are all alone, and we only need to sleep three feet wide. Isn't it a waste of money to build this palace?"

"There are a few strong laborers in a family. They work hard for a year and can't see a few copper coins. We spend several million? The courtiers say what kind of weather is in the sky, so let's just admit it. But now it's just a pillar. Some paint has fallen off, take a look, how much will it cost you to do this?"

"Life has never been like this. Is this an invincible man? What if the paint is peeled off, can you lose a piece of meat?"

"The imperial palace is so big, how much will it cost to repair it here today, and repair it there tomorrow? What's wrong with having this money, spending it on this?"

"You prodigal, if you haven't lived in poverty, you don't know how hard it is to get money!"

(End of this chapter)