Chapter 24 The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty hoeed the earth
Why were Jinyiwei, Beizhen Fusi, Tiqi and Tishuai with the power of investigation embarrassed?
Because this yamen has been the only external judicial department of the Ming Dynasty since its establishment, and the external judicial department deals with foreign ministers. To deal with ministers, the emperor's trust is needed.
The main reason for the decline of Tiqi is that the governor of Dongchang, who is also responsible for detective affairs, is closer to the emperor and has more trust from the emperor.
Beizhen Fusi Yamen led by Lu Bing has great power only because of the emperor's trust. After Zhu Xixiao heard from the emperor that he wanted to practice martial arts, he wanted to select a few sparring partners to practice martial arts with his majesty. Your Majesty, this is the first step to trust.
But the emperor does not speak, and Tishuai Zhu Xixiao cannot speak casually, otherwise the emperor's martial arts practice may not last long.
As the governor of Dongchang, Feng Bao will naturally strongly oppose it. If he joins forces with foreign ministers to impeach him, the Duke of Chengguo will be implicated. Wu Xun and Tiqi are already in decline, and Zhu Xixiao does not want to cause trouble for himself. .
Now that the emperor opened his mouth, Zhu Xixiao sensed the opportunity.
"Then find ten sword-wielding soldiers and Xunwei to enter the palace to train with you." Zhu Yijun gave the order. As for Empress Dowager Li, he would naturally make arrangements.
Zhu Xixiao was silent for a moment. He wanted to consider whether this was the only opportunity in his life to offend Feng Bao and restore the glory of Fusi Yamen in Beizhen. He was silent for a moment, bowed his head and said: "I obey Purpose.”
When the young emperor shouted that he wanted to learn martial arts, he had already been tied up on a pirate ship. When Zhang Hong, the eunuch of the Qianqing Palace, took Tiqi to the Qing Palace, the Fusi Yamen of Beizhen offended Feng Bao, the ancestor of the palace.
Zhu Yijun said with a smile: "It is not difficult to enter the palace, but these guards with swords and honors have always been lazy. Don't enter the palace. They can't even compare with a small yellow gate. They can't bear the hardships and suffer even more. If there is no crime, wouldn’t the little Huangmen sneer, those with handles are worse than those without handles, and those with seeds are worse than those without seeds?”
After Zhu Xixiao heard this, he gritted his teeth and became angry!
The anger in his heart was immediately aroused, and his fists became hard!
What words, what words is this! The little emperor must open his eyes that not all Ming Martial Arts are cowards!
"Mother." Zhu Yijun, who is good at making fire, walked towards the Queen Mother.
When Zhu Yijun was practicing martial arts, Empress Dowager Li kept an eye on him all the time, for fear that the little emperor would bump into him. Feng Bao was by his side and explained very clearly what happened in the Wenhua Palace in the morning. Especially how lawless the Jin Party was, even trying to completely control the Beijing camp by promoting generals.
Under Feng Bao's words, this Jin Party has become an existence that should be cut into pieces.
Tan Lun, who was originally the Shangshu of the Ministry of War of the Jin Party, in Feng Bao's words, changed from a bold minister to a loyal minister who knew when he was lost, stepped back from the brink, and was loyal to the country.
People all speak from their own standpoint.
The positions of Queen Mother Li and Zhu Yijun are highly consistent. Queen Mother Li hopes that Zhu Yijun will become a talented person and successfully take over the Ming Dynasty, while Zhu Yijun hopes that the Ming Dynasty will revive and make the Ming Dynasty great again.
Looking at the sunny and cheerful little emperor, Queen Mother Li smiled. She asked with a smile: "Are you tired? Zhang Hong made some pear juice today and added some rock sugar. It's just right."< br>
Zhu Yijun shook his head and said, "I'm not tired. Tishuai is timid and still doesn't want to practice hard."
"Tishuai is still somewhat submissive." After hearing this, Queen Mother Li was surprised. He expressed his affirmation of Zhu Xixiao and said that Tishuai had a respectful heart and just showed it. Is it possible that the emperor could still lead the Ming army to charge into battle?
"What did you learn today?" Queen Mother Li asked with interest.
Zhu Yijun told everything he had learned today, especially about Song Renzong's emphasis on grain over pearls and jade. After he explained it carefully, he said: "The child wants to marry and work as a farmer. Sang, Mr. Yuan Fu has already agreed. Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty did it, Emperor Taizu Gao also did it, and it was written into the ancestral precepts of the Emperor Ming Dynasty. Naturally, the child also did it."
Zhu Yijun married Nongsang. , the political significance is greater than the practical significance, this is the idea of Queen Mother Li.
Can the little emperor still turn his face to the loess and back to the sky while farming, and do everything by himself? Just let the eunuchs in the palace do it.
Empress Dowager Li said with a smile: "Then let's plant it, and we can also use this matter to see which ministers in the court are not respectful."
This is the long history. There are always precedents for the benefits of getting married, and Song Renzong was highly regarded among scholar-bureaucrats. Only after denying Song Renzong could we deny the emperor's marriage to Nongsang.
If even the model of benevolence and forgiveness set up by the scholar-bureaucrats is to be denied, does that mean that this minister is denying for the sake of denying? Does it mean that this minister has no reverence and is just trying to keep the emperor in those etiquette and rules?
Get the little emperor to marry a farmer and make a nest, and then see if you can catch a few rotten people who stick to the rules.
As for why Emperor Taizu Gao was not mentioned, in the minds of the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Taizu Gao killed too much and farming was just a pretense.
For example, the Confucian Mansion in Yanzhou said that Fengyang Zhu and others had a small family spirit, and Yanshenggong was a descendant of Confucius. Duke Yansheng said so, and the people said that Emperor Taizu Gao and Emperor Chengzuwen The ratings are very low.
There is a specially insulting term that refers specifically to Emperor Taizu Gao, saying: Fengyang beggar.
Empress Dowager Li heard a folk flower drum song saying: She lives in Luzhou and Fengyang. Fengyang used to be a good place, but since Emperor Zhu was born, there have been nine years of drought in ten years.
Since ancient times, few heroes have not been slandered.
In order to consolidate his status as a great master, Zhang Juzheng wanted to teach the emperor to combine theory with practice, and Empress Dowager Li wanted to fish. The obedient ministers found him.
"Then the boy will go." Zhu Yijun was about to resign. Since he had agreed to get married to Nong Sang, he naturally didn't intend to pretend.
Empress Dowager Li asked with confusion: "Where to go?"
"My wife is a farmer. Mr. Yuanfu said that the emperor has the highest wealth and wealth, and he lives in the ninth level. He has no reason to know the hardships of farming and the hardships of ordinary farmers. Only by working hard all the year round can he put an end to debauchery and loss of pleasure, and take pity on the people for relief. ." Zhu Yijun said matter-of-factly.
Since the Iron Triangle agreed to farm their own land for their own purposes, of course he had to farm the land himself.
The Queen Mother Li then realized that the little emperor really planned to work in the fields!
"No, the land has not been leveled yet, what are you going to do?" Empress Dowager Li looked at Zhu Yijun, she couldn't say, just pretending is enough, there is no need to work hard, the people will support her, and the palace will There is no shortage of those few bites to eat.
But Empress Dowager Li couldn't say this. She couldn't tell the young emperor that the words in the sages' books were all lies to deceive people.
Zhu Yijun asked with big eyes flashing: "It's natural to smooth it. Isn't Mr. Yuanfu right? He is active all year round, or is it because the child is ignorant of arts and science and understands it wrong?"
"That's right." Empress Dowager Li looked at the little emperor's sunny smile and his innocent eyes, and finally waved her hand, signaling the child to go ahead.
As for the little emperor's proposal to select honor guards and sword-wielding men to be trained in the palace, Queen Mother Li also agreed. It was not Tiqi's fault that outsiders were mixed into the palace, and Queen Mother Li also knew that there were outsiders in the palace. What a mess.
The Tiqi have no authority and live under the Dongchang. How can they dare to take care of the affairs of the eunuchs in the palace?
Dongchang and Tiqi guard the gate of the palace. One side can only kneel in front of the other side and reply. This will cause the balance to be lost. If the balance is lost, something will happen and Xunwei and the sword-wielding warrior will enter the palace. Sparring training, this can also be regarded as support from the Queen Mother to the Tiqi, and a policy tilt.
At least the Tiqiu should be able to straighten their backs and speak in front of the eunuchs. This would be considered a balance. Balance exists among all things.
Feng Bao wanted to say something, but seeing the emperor heading straight for Long Live Mountain, Feng Bao hurriedly chased after him.
Tiqi selected ten sparring partners, and he, Feng Bao, also arranged for ten Xiaohuangmen sparring partners. No one has too much, and no one has too little. When the time comes, whoever can’t hold on will lose face.
The little yellow door in the palace can definitely hold up, because if it can't hold on, you will have to stay at the porch for the rest of your life. Staying at the porch is even worse than death.
Zhu Yijun went back to Qianqing Palace first, changed into linen clothes, and went straight to Xuanwu Gate.
Arrived at the back mountain, many working Nei Cao Jingjun had already begun to hoe the earth, and Zhu Yijun quickly joined the ranks of hoeing the earth.
In December, the manure is piled up and then composted. In the twelfth month, the cow manure compost is exposed and air-dried. In the first month, the dry and hard cow manure compost is crushed, and when the soil is deeply plowed, Sprinkle the compost into the deepest part, then dissolve some of the compost with water and soak it again.
Zhu Yijun not only hoeed the ground and plowed the soil with two ox carts, but also personally loaded compost into the columbine. Mainly because he was a little short, he was a little taller than the columbine. He followed a few more An old farmer and Xiao Huangmen sprinkled the compost on the land.
This deep plowing and turning of the soil requires not only spreading compost, but also weeding and removing grass roots and seeds to prevent weeds from growing again in the spring breeze.
The little yellow men wanted to dig deep into the ground and pick out every grass seed. They worked extremely meticulously. This was a good opportunity to please the emperor.
Feng Bao felt a little tired after doing farm work for an hour, but he did not dare to rest. The emperor was hoeing the earth, so he, a eunuch, naturally could not slack off.
Finally at dusk, Zhu Yijun returned with a full load. Behind the emperor, Zhang Hong pushed a cart of soil, which was to be placed in the Qianqing Palace. They all returned to the Qianqing Palace, and the emperor went to wash. Zhang Hong and two eunuchs lifted up a few floor tiles in the southeast corner of Qianqing Palace and built a flower bed, which was also planted here. However, instead of planting flowers, the flower bed was planted with potatoes and sweet potatoes.
Looking at the flower bed that was incompatible with the solemnity and beauty of Qianqing Palace, Empress Dowager Li felt a little helpless. She just waved her hand and left the emperor.
In contrast, the emperor did not raise crickets, let alone cultivate immortality, he just planted some flowers and plants.
After dinner, Zhu Yijun took out his pencil, spread out the paper, and began to write and draw. He gained a lot today. These old farmers are all good at farming. They He said a lot, but Zhu Yijun was afraid that he would forget it, so he wrote it down. A good memory is not as good as a bad writing.
"The Queen Mother is here." Zhang Jing shouted at the top of his lungs.
Zhu Yijun stood up to greet him. Empress Dowager Li and Empress Dowager Chen came together. They were a little curious about what the emperor, who had always been reticent, did today.
“I’ve met my mother, my mother.” After seeing the gift, Zhu Yijun sat in front of the desk and continued to record what he saw and heard today.
The Queen Mother Chen stood behind Zhu Yijun and asked with a smile: "Today the emperor is practicing martial arts and farming. It is so hard. What are you writing about?"
"Experiences of farming, please wait until the child finishes writing before replying." Zhu Yijun remained calm, looking at the white paper in front of him with very determined eyes, and wrote quickly.
He used vulgar characters. Compared with orthodox characters, vulgar characters are easier to write. In the process, Zhu Yijun also added punctuation marks to prevent his words from being ambiguous.
Half an hour later, the entire large piece of paper was filled with extremely neat small characters, and then he took out his small notebook. This was his memo, recording the doubts in his heart bit by bit. Come down.
Empress Dowager Li and Empress Dowager Chen didn't mean to disturb the little emperor. They just spoke quietly beside them. The hardworking little emperor really made people feel more at ease.
The two empress dowagers were discussing whether the pencil in Zhu Yijun's hand was suspected of being inappropriate.
Writing is a part of cultivating morality, and there are various requirements for sitting, lying, and brushstrokes.
Zhu Yijun finally finished writing the memorandum, then raised his head and said: "Mother, mother, what's the matter?"
"I just want to see the emperor's hard work, come and have a look." Empress Dowager Chen She smiled and said: "Sister is worried that Huang'er is tired. In the past, when she saw me, she was always worried, and her words were full of sorrow. These days, it's all the other way around. She's always worried that Huang'er is working too hard. , let me persuade you."
"What did the emperor write?"
The Queen Mother Chen was still curious about what Zhu Yijun wrote so hard.
Zhu Yijun said with certainty: "Farming records are a science."
"For example, for sweet potatoes and potato seed saving, each family has its own unique secret method, but it can all be summed up in three words. , new, wet, and frozen. This kind of seed should be kept fresh and old, and the harvest will be very little. This kind of seed has two dilemmas. One is afraid of moisture, and the other is afraid of freezing. If it is not frozen in the soil, it will be wet. "< br>
“How to solve the dilemma?”
“It is most appropriate to store in a cellar, which is neither freezing nor wet.”
“North of the Qinling Mountains and the Huaihe River, the climate is cold and cold. The seeds must be left before the frost, otherwise they will be frozen to death before being put into the cellar."
"The seeds should be planted after the Qingming Festival, as there is more rain during the Qingming Festival, and about half of the seeds should be replanted after the Grain Rain. , because spring is often cold in the north, and there is still light frost around the Qingming Festival, which will freeze the seedlings to death.”
“There is no need to replant the fertile fields at the foot of Longevity Mountain, because Xiaohuangmen will use thick grass thatch after planting. Cover it with antifreeze..."
The emperor's farming is different from that of the common people. There are five acres of land, nearly a hundred people are waiting on it, and the insect eggs in the soil are eager to be split in half.
But in the military garrison of the Ming Dynasty, one hundred people cultivated 500 acres of land, and each person had to cultivate five acres of land.
The planting time in the capital was slightly later than that of later generations, because the Ming Dynasty is currently in the Little Ice Age.
Empress Dowager Li didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The little emperor not only practiced farming for real, but also conducted personal investigations and experiments, and also summed up experiences and lessons very carefully.
"My child has a doubt." Zhu Yijun looked solemn.
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