I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

"Your grandpa and your eldest brother are also true. They didn't discuss such a big matter with me. They only told me before going to court. I wasn't prepared at all."

After hearing this, Zhu Zhanji nodded thoughtfully, smiled and said with relief: "Actually, this system is very good for the country's finances, but it's a pity that it affects the interests of scholars all over the world. I'm afraid there will be no disturbances, it won't be so Simple ending."

Zhu Pangpang glanced at Zhu Zhanji when he heard the words, and nodded in relief.

The second son has experienced in the Asan area for so long, and he has finally made progress. He knows the pros and cons of analyzing things.

"The turmoil is certain. I have heard that many colleges are planning to cancel the imperial examinations next year. Many civil servants have already planned to resign. The purpose is to get your grandfather to cancel the policy of paying the government and the gentry together."

Zhu Zhanji frowned.

"Grandpa's matter is still too thoughtless. If a large number of officials really resign, I'm afraid there will be problems with the operation of the court."

"Who says it's not!" After tidying up the work in his hands, Zhu Pangpang patted the dust on his hands.

"Let me tell you..."

"Ahem, Zhanji, come over and have a look, whether you feel comfortable or not."

Just when Zhu Pangpang was about to express his opinion, Mrs. Zhang who was fiddling with the basket suddenly coughed and called Zhu Zhanji over.

The father and son were stunned for a moment, and then gestured in front of Zhang's eyes, and glanced at a team coming from the distant passage.

The lanterns played at the front of the team have the words "Tai Sun" printed on them.

The two of them immediately understood what Mrs. Zhang meant, and they closed their mouths and stopped talking.

After all, Zhu Zhanji has withdrawn from the competition for the throne, that is, he has no title yet, otherwise he is no different from an ordinary vassal king.

A vassal is concerned about the government affairs of the court, what do you want to do, do you have any thoughts that you shouldn't have?

Zhang, who didn't want to see his two sons fighting each other, quickly reminded them when he saw the eldest son coming.

Although she also knew that Zhu Zhangui couldn't hide what the two had just talked about, but as long as she didn't say it in person, there was still room for relaxation.

Zhu Zhanji smiled, and didn't talk about government affairs any more, and stepped forward to help his mother start adjusting the pole.

Today it is said to be ancestor worship, but in fact it is more like the old man is like Lao Zhu and the ancestors of Lao Zhu's family, showing his achievements.

At the same time, he told his ancestors that he was about to abdicate to the virtuous, so that the ancestors knew that the royal family of Ming Dynasty had a stable inheritance without any bloody struggles.

"Mother and Dad, good morning!"

When Zhu Zhangui arrived, he greeted his father and mother first, and then said to Zhu Zhanji with a smile: "I planned to go out of the city to pick you up the day before yesterday, but I was held back by some things, so I didn't go to pick you up , Brother, don't be angry."

"I have seen His Royal Highness!"

Zhu Zhanji first bowed in a polite manner, and then said with a smile: "We are all a family, and we are not outsiders. If I delay the state affairs of my elder brother because of picking me up, it will be my fault."

Zhang Shi on the side watched the two brothers talking, with a trace of melancholy between their brows.

The two brothers no longer spoke as cordially as before. Although the eldest brother and the second younger brother called each other cordially, there was an obvious sense of rustiness and distance between the words.

Such a situation is the last thing Zhang wants to see, but being born in the royal family, this is actually the best result.

"Okay, okay, stop chatting, you brothers, we're done with today's business, we have plenty of time to talk, let's go, your grandpa has urged you several times!"

Zhu Pangpang didn't seem to notice the distance between the two brothers, and anxiously interrupted the chat between the two brothers, urging them to carry the box and set off.

Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Zhanji glanced at each other, spread their hands helplessly, and then picked up the boxes containing potatoes and hybrid rice one after the other.

Following behind, Zhu Pangpang, holding the totem banners of several major tribes in the grassland, went to Fengtian Hall to meet the old man.

The palace is preparing, as are all civil and military officials.

"Old Wu, it's up to you whether we can protect the interests of the literati, and then don't change your mind suddenly."

In a very early restaurant, several officials in red robes were accompanying an old official for dinner.

To be precise, it was the old official who ate and they watched.

The meals are very rich, and all kinds of chicken, duck, fish, mountain and sea delicacies are filled with the whole table.

To be honest, people who know that it is morning, or who don't know, think that this is a banquet invited by someone.

After all, apart from going to a banquet, who would eat such a greasy and rich meal early in the morning.

The old official who was chewing slowly, as if tasting his last meal, nodded calmly.

"Don't worry, the old man has made this decision, and naturally he won't change it easily. I hope you will protect my family and don't let them be implicated by me."

The official who spoke just now got an affirmative answer, got up and bowed deeply.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Wu, if the emperor angers your family, not only will we risk our lives to save them, even the three elders will not stand idly by."

The old official nodded, stopped talking, and continued to eat and drink with his head down.

The other officials didn't bother, just quietly accompanied him, pouring wine and food for him from time to time.

After drinking and eating, the old official got up and walked to the next room under the respectful escort of several officials.

As the door opened, it was faintly visible that there was a sand bed inside, and there were two young girls waiting on the bed.

Obviously this is for this old official.

As the old official entered, the door of the room was slowly closed, and the accompanying officials picked up the teacup on the table, sipped it, and listened to the movement next door.

The sound started out intense, but it was over in less than 2 minutes.

A few minutes later, the door opened again, and the old official changed into a new official uniform and walked out refreshed.

He came to a incense stick, bowed to the statue of Confucius on it, reached out and took down a memorial wrapped in white paper enshrined on it, turned around and said to several people:

"It's getting late, everyone, let's go!"

In fact, apart from this restaurant, there are more than a dozen such Hakka restaurants in the capital, and they are all experiencing the same thing.

Whenever there is a big change, someone must die first. Without blood and death, it is impossible to change the emperor's mind.

But an ordinary death cannot shock the emperor, only a death that shakes the world can make the imperial power fearful and withdraw the non-compliant policies.

Wen dies to remonstrate, Wu dies to fight.

Today, these civil servants plan to take advantage of the opportunity of the great sacrifice to have a deadly remonstrance with the old man.

Since ancient times, a gentleman, for the sake of justice and the right way, would not hesitate to persuade each other with death.

Today, in order to reject the imperial court's unreasonable government-business-in-one payment policy, they decided to present a performance between humans and ghosts to the dead Taizu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang in the Taimiao Temple.

It can even be said that they are actually ready to go down and talk to Lao Zhu about this in person.

As the time approached Mao, the gate outside the palace slowly opened, and the civil and military officials who had lined up outside for a long time, under the leadership of the various feudal lords, stepped into the palace in a neat line.

The atmosphere is solemn and the expression is decisive.

Today is not only the royal ancestor worship, but also another duel between the monarch and his ministers.

If the courtiers win this game, everything will continue to return to the previous state. If they lose this game, they will become the shame of all future officials and literati. object.

The Ancestral Temple of the Jinling Imperial Palace is on the left side of Duanmen, which is the next gate from Chengtianmen to Fengtian Hall.

All officials entered the palace, first went to the Fengtian Hall to wait, and after completing the ceremony in the hall, they went to the Taimiao to worship under the leadership of the emperor.

The officials marched silently, as usual, without any change.

But the vassal kings who were leading the way found something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Thinking about what happened in the court during this period, all the feudal lords knew in their hearts that today's grand ceremony might be very lively.

Among them, the happiest one is Ning Wang Zhu Quan.

He hated this fourth brother's family long ago, and now he can see the excitement of fourth brother, not to mention how happy he is.

That is to say, he did not bring paper, ink, brush and inkstone, otherwise he would definitely draw the lively scene, and when he was depressed in the future, he would take it out to observe and observe.

The military commanders are in complicated moods.

It stands to reason that they should support things that civil officials object to, and they oppose things that civil officials agree with. It is right to fight to the end with these civil officials who look down on them.

But today they can't oppose it, because the officials and gentry pay the food together, and they are included.

For the old man to make this decision, many generals also objected in their hearts, but out of their loyalty and fear to the old man, they didn't have the courage to stand up and object.

So no matter what happened this time, they chose not to happen.

If the civil servants win, they will reap the rewards, and if the civil servants fail, they will not be implicated.

When everyone came to the main hall, they saw the old man sitting on the dragon chair in a good mood, and the prince and grandson Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui who was accompanying him, and all the men of the entire royal family, large and small, dozens of people .

"See the emperor, my emperor Sheng Jin'an."

"I'm safe!"

As if he didn't know that these civil servants were going to make a big move, the old man raised his hand with a majestic expression, telling everyone to stand up.

Then the Minister of Rites who was selected began to follow the sacrificial ceremony.

When the time arrived at the beginning of the hour, everyone followed the old man, accompanied by the sound of ancient music, the sound of gongs and drums, and followed the red and yellow flag with the four characters "Royal Sacrifice" on it, to the Taimiao.

Along the way, the drums and salutes continued, and 365 dancers, dressed in pink and white dresses, danced step by step on both sides of the team.

Today's old man is extraordinarily mighty.

He was wearing a black crown suit, with the Emperor's Sword hanging on his waist, and striding forward with a jade jade in his hand.

Behind him, Zhu Pangpang, also wearing a solemn dress, followed closely with the current territory map of Ming Dynasty in his hand.

Behind Zhu Pangpang are Zhu Gaosui and Zhu Gaoxu's eldest son, who are holding the totem flags and golden knives of the tribes in the northern grassland.

On the other side of the old man, Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Zhanji carried poles, on which were potatoes and hybrid rice that were about to be sacrificed to their ancestors.

Behind the two of them, Zhu Pangpang's other sons, holding various sacrificial utensils, led Zhu Zhangui's three sons, and followed Zhu Zhangui.

Behind them, followed by Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui's other sons.

These little guys all have tight faces, obviously very nervous

The reason why these little guys are nervous is that apart from participating in such a big ceremony for the first time, the most important thing is that according to the rules, they will enter the Taimiao soon and chant the scriptures of filial piety to the group of ancestors.

Originally, this matter should be replaced by students, but these two days, the old man has some conflicts with those civil servants, and he also doesn't like those romantic talents who think he is, so he let his grandsons and great-grandsons take the place. up.

The team marched through the end gate, passed through the temple and gate on the left, and entered the garden in front of the Taimiao.

Although it is already winter, the trees here are still shaded, and there was a snowfall some time ago, the scenery is beautiful.

It's a pity that no one appreciates the scenery. Everyone walked through the garden with serious expressions and came to the square in front of the Taimiao.

The team stopped, and the dancers lined up on both sides of the Taimiao, dancing the court dance with their sleeves waving.

The little guys who had been instructed a long time ago, under the leadership of Zhu Zhanyong, slowly walked into the Taimiao.

Entering inside, they kowtowed to their ancestors first, and then under the arrangement of the elders, the younger ones sat on the futons on both sides and began to chant the Sutra of Filial Piety seriously and loudly.

"Play big music!"

Following the loud shout of the Minister of Rituals, the solemn palace music sounded, and the artillerymen of the Shenji Battalion lined up in the garden roared and fired their salutes.

The old man standing at the front looked solemn, and led the children and grandchildren behind him, striding towards the main hall of the Taimiao.

The vassal kings surnamed Zhu followed closely behind, while the civil and military officials stopped at the entrance of the Taimiao. They were not qualified to enter it, and could only be at the entrance.

Accompanied by court rituals and music, Zhu Zhangui walked forward slowly with the team.

He has been to Taimiao several times, and the longest stay was the three days before he got married.

The hall is not as extravagant as imagined, but very simple.

In addition to all kinds of precious offerings, portraits of Lao Zhu's family and various spirit tablets are stored in the hall.

A group of people followed the old man into the main hall. After the old man stopped, Zhu Zhangui and Zhu Zhanji carried the boxes and walked to the spirit tablets of each ancestor, and placed the potatoes and hybrid rice ears inside on the altar.

"kneel!"

After all the busy work was over and everyone returned to their respective positions, the officials of the Ministry of Rites shouted loudly, and the descendants of the Zhu family, led by the old man, bowed and bowed to the spiritual tablet.

"Father, your unfilial son is here again."

After saluting, the old man asked Zhu Pangpang and Zhu Zhangui to burn incense on each spiritual seat, while he walked to the portrait of Lao Zhu and talked to Lao Zhu.

"Did you see it? These are potatoes. They are high-yield grains that my son brought from thousands of miles away. One mu of land can produce several thousand catties. With this stuff, the people of Ming Dynasty will not go hungry."

"My son sometimes thinks, if grandpa had potatoes at that time, our family wouldn't have to starve to death so many people."

"Now our Ming Dynasty not only has a high-yield grain, but also the country has become rich. Even the barbarians in the north that you have been worried about have been driven away by my son. Next year, I plan to go north again to solve this scourge in one fell swoop."

While chattering, the old man unfolded the territory map brought by Zhu Pangpang, and kept gesticulating on it, telling his stubborn old man how outstanding his son was.

After introducing the issue of the territory of the Ming Dynasty, I looked at Zhu Pangpang, who was still offering incense to the ancestors, and said softly to the portrait of Lao Zhu: