Back to Ming Dynasty as Zhu Biao

Chapter 232

"Flowers are not red in a hundred days? Brother Bowen is really good, but this flower must be red in a thousand days." Li Shanchang stopped and said something before leaving.

Liu Bowen raised his eyes and looked at Li Shanchang. His Majesty doesn't like ministers who are too authoritarian and assertive. This Li Shanchang is really gone.

Today, when he reported on immigration from various places, he, Li Shanchang, praised the Academy of National Scholars, and criticized the Academy of Scholars after leaving the Qianqing Palace, which is really double-faced.

Shanxi Jinnan Hongdong, Guangji Temple.

Guangji Temple has a majestic hall and many monks and pilgrims. The most dazzling one is the big locust tree.The number of trees around the tree is that the imperial court set up a bureau in Guangji Temple to handle immigration intensively.

In midsummer, the leaves of pagoda tree are lush, and birds are singing from the branches.

The old man in Jia village fixed his eyes on this tall ancient locust tree, and the magpies flew back and forth chirping.

Some people were very happy, and some people who left their homeland were weeping. They looked back every few steps they took.

Some of them didn't want to leave, and finally they could only see the magpies on the big locust tree.

This time, the people in southern Shanxi migrated to Henan, Hebei, Shandong, Beiping, Anhui, Jiangsu, Hubei and other places, and a small number of them moved to Shaanxi, Gansu, and Ningxia.

The people migrated on a large scale and organized for a long time, and began to immigrate to reclaim wasteland and revitalize agriculture.

The people handling immigration under the big locust tree crowded together, watching the officials write their names one stroke at a time, and then pressed their fingerprints.

The men lead the women, and the women walk with the children in their arms. If conditions are better, old couples and old wives are pulled on the bullock carts, with dry food and worn-out quilts.

"Father, let's go." The middle-aged man called to the gray-haired old man, leading the cow, and said to the child: "Ask your grandfather to follow. If you walk too slowly, the good fields will be gone."

"Da Niu, your father is reluctant to part with that big locust tree." The fellow villager next to him said with a smile: "For my family, maybe we can have a good field if we go there. It's enough to save some flowers. It will take seven or eight years."

A few went south, and most went north.Hearing that the imperial court would make arrangements, they took reassurance.

It was midsummer, and the sun was baking the land in southern Shanxi like a furnace. There was a thunderstorm a few days ago.

The muddy water on the side of the road dried up, and the scorching sun made layers of muddy skin. A few children in open-toed shoes ran by the side of the road, and the muddy skin was torn apart.

"The big locust tree blooms with white flowers. Under the big locust tree is my home. The wind blows and the rain falls. The children and grandchildren are scattered all over the ground. They pick up their daughters and children, and they will soon go to their new home."

The dolls didn't know that the road ahead was difficult, and when they heard that they were going to travel far away, they were all filled with joy.

The grass on the road is wilting, cicadas are screaming endlessly, some are downcast, some are smiling.

dusk.The big team is still going on, the hot feeling is less, and the sunset has reached the top of the mountain.Looking around, it was red.

The Yellow River flows quietly, guarding the northern land. There are only two or three figures left under the big locust tree, and the emigration is coming to an end.

Nanjing City, Imperial Palace Vegetable Garden.

Under the willow tree by the stream.A clean square table was set up, with willow branches hanging down into the water, court ladies and eunuchs standing quietly not far away, and some of them were weeding in the vegetable garden.

Old Zhu was holding his trouser legs, Zhu Biao was also sitting with his knees crossed by the artificial canal, Chang Yuchun and Xu Yungong sat beside him, watching Lao Zhu and his son holding fishing rods in both hands, leisurely.

Empress Ma was mixing cold dishes in the kitchen, Yuer was helping to light the charcoal stove, and Sanbao was diligent, fishing two small white lotus root from the pond in the palace, and cutting them into thin slices with a knife in hand.

"Biao'er, we just love your mother's cooking, it's like going back to the past." Then Lao Zhu supported the stone with his hands, got up to Chang Yuchun's side and said, "Only Xu Da is not here."

Chang Yuchun patted Xu Yungong: "Let Yungong drink a few glasses for Xu Da."

"Your Majesty, Uncle Chang, I'm not good at drinking." Xu Yungong said.

"How can a man not drink?" Chang Yuchun smiled with a beard.

Zhu Di took Xu Miaoyun and Chang Meirong to pick vegetables and walk the dog.

Looking at the large group of people, Zhu Biao suddenly felt that it was not like a palace at this time, but rather like a gathering of ordinary people.

Jin'er stood beside him, helping Zhu Biao change the bait on the fishing rod, and said, "What is your Highness thinking, the fish don't even take the bait."

"Don't go fishing alone." Zhu Biao couldn't tell why he was uncomfortable.

Jin'er glanced at Zhu Biao, took half of the washed fruit next to it, handed it to Zhu Biao's mouth and said, "Your Highness, try it, you see everyone is very happy."

Zhu Biao turned his head, Lao Zhu and Chang Yuchun were happy talking, Xu Yungong didn't know when, he had already run to Zhu Di's side, several boys and girls laughed and laughed.

The immigration matter was over soon, everything went smoothly, Lao Zhu was happy, and asked Chang Yuchun and the others to come and have a gathering.

Today, the imperial chef is deliberately not allowed to cook, just to experience the kind of life back then.

The stars began to twinkle, and several dishes were served one after another, river prawns, river crabs, lotus root, two plates of washed fruits, fat chicken and tender lamb.

Today, Lao Zhu asked for the dishes himself, he didn't say it was a waste, and a few people exchanged cups and drank to their heart's content.

Xu Miaoyun and Chang Meirong were sitting next to Queen Ma at another table.

"Biao'er, pour wine for your Uncle Chang." Old Zhu said.

Xu Yungong also helped Zhu Biao pick up vegetables, and everyone ate together happily.

"We are happy today. The matter of emigrating to the north has finally been settled, and we are at ease. There are many things in April this year, so we didn't go for an outing. We decided to take all the officials to the Yangtze River outside the city the day after tomorrow. We will go together then."

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, the emigration has been successfully completed." Chang Yuchun laughed.

"The Weaving Bureau has achieved outstanding performance this year, and the Salt Bureau managed by Wen Zhong. Now as long as the north is restored and Sichuan and Yunnan are pacified, the people will be able to live in peace. At least we will not let the people feel uncomfortable."

Zhu Biao sat next to him, answering with a smile from time to time, but felt that something was missing.

All he was busy with in the palace was about the common people and the court, and he wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when the matter of immigration was over.

The day after tomorrow, Old Zhu wanted to go out of the city to the Yangtze River, and Zhu Biao could understand that he was busy with government affairs for three hundred days a year, and everyone would be tired.

Zhu Biao had something on his mind, so he drank wine on his own. Old Zhu glanced at him, but didn't say anything about him.

What's wrong with this kid today, he usually drinks in moderation, but today he has something on his mind, knowing his son like his father, Lao Zhu definitely thinks there is something wrong with this kid.

Chang Yuchun was also drunk, took Lao Zhu's hand and said, "I, Chang Yuchun, will protect Daming when I am alive, and I will protect Daming when I die."

When Zhu Biao heard this, he poured a glass of wine for Lao Zhu and Chang Yuchun, and he poured it himself.

Old Zhu said: "Sambo, the prince is drunk today, send him back."

When Empress Ma heard it, she and Chang Meirong both stood up and said, "Let me go."

"Let me go, and make some hangover soup for Your Highness." Chang Meirong said.

Xu Yungong also said: "Your Majesty, let me go."

Zhu Di: "Brother, I will see you off."

Old Zhu glanced at Zhu Biao, and said to them: "Let's sit down and eat, and Sanbao will send Biao'er back. He is too tired. Let him do what he wants to do."

Sanbao nodded, and supported Zhu Biao to leave the vegetable garden courtyard, with Jin'er and Yu'er following behind.

When he reached the fork in the road, Sanbao turned his head to look at Zhu Biao. He admired and respected Zhu Biao very much, and he could guess what Zhu Biao meant.

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