Sichuan Xingfu Division, Jianchang City.
It was the second year of Hongguang in the Ming Dynasty, the third year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty, the third year of Yongchang in Dashun, and the second year of Dashun in Daxi.
The earth city is only one and a half feet high and is made of solid materials. The two vertical and two horizontal streets are the most lively places in the city.
And right in the center of the city, in the well, the Royal Palace, which occupies a quarter of the entire city, has a two-foot-high palace wall, stained with unique red paint, which makes it look particularly solemn.
This place is where the Daxi Emperor, Zhang Xianzhong, lives. It is also the political center of hundreds of thousands of people in Jianchang.
Surrounding the palace wall are more than two thousand adobe houses with black tiles and neat patterns. Zhang Xianzhong's personal guards and family members lived here.
In other parts, there are a large number of leaders and familiar people living, which are equivalent to the bodyguards.
The small city of Jianchang, with a population of about 20,000, was the most prosperous place in Xingdusi, Sichuan.
Every tenth day, a large number of cooked and raw potatoes come to the market, and the coarse Dashun Tongbao becomes their favorite thing.
Through this, Zhang Xiancheng has continuously absorbed wealth in the past few years, thereby supporting the army and living a luxurious life.
At this time, his harem had expanded to fifty people, and the number of maids serving him was three to four hundred, which shocked the ignorant chiefs.
On the seventh day of April, in this small town stained with the blood and tears of tens of thousands of Tibetan people, there was no sign of spring, but instead fell into an eerie silence.
Three thousand personal guards blocked Jianchang City and guarded the palace walls, not allowing anyone to come within a hundred steps.
Like the buildings in Jianchang, Datong Hall was paved with high legs, and then a bamboo palace several feet high was built.
Originally he wanted to use wood, but Zhang Xiancheng found that bamboo dissipates heat quickly, so he finally used the Zhongyuan method to build it with bamboo, which reduced the cost a lot.
Outside the palace, barefoot maids were dressed in white sarongs, with golden bells around their necks and silver bells on their feet. Their dark skin shone in the sunlight. They stood respectfully, with low eyebrows and trembling hearts.
Beside them, dozens of civil and military ministers gathered, whispering to each other, turning their heads to look nervously from time to time.
The official robe he was wearing was the same as that of the Ming Dynasty, with a black gauze hat, black boots, official patches, and a belt. However, considering the weather in Jianchang, the sleeves were a little thicker, making him appear energetic.
"I don't know what's going on!"
"Your Majesty is so young, and the Crown Prince is so young..."
For a while, sighs continued.
After a long time, the yellow-painted palace door was opened, and a palace maid Shi Shi came over and said: "Everyone, your Majesty will let you in."
Everyone returned the greeting respectfully before entering the palace.
The spacious palace seemed very cool, and at the same time, the smell of a lot of herbs lingered for a while, which was a bit pungent.
On the bed, a middle-aged man with gray hair, a haggard face, and slightly dry hair was lying down, his eyes still clear, looking at everyone.
The doctor on the side frowned and said nothing.
After seeing everyone, Zhang Xianzhong said: "After a serious illness and the trauma I have suffered over the years, my time is running out."
Wow——
For a moment, everyone was shocked, with faces full of shock.
You know, according to Zhang Xianzhong's age, he is only forty. At the right time, he unexpectedly reached such a situation.
Everyone panicked.
The prince is only ten years old, how can he control hundreds of thousands of Tibetan people? These are not obedient people like those in the Central Plains, but Tibetan people who bully and fear the weak.
This Jianchang City is difficult to protect.
"Ahem!"
Zhang Xianzhong coughed, and the messy sounds disappeared immediately.
Everyone was concentrating and holding their breath, not daring to say another word.
Although the Dashun Emperor was just an emperor with a grass-roots team, he controlled thousands of troops and could almost decide anyone's life or death.
"I'm not dead yet!"
Zhang Xianzhong frowned, and the temperature dropped instantly.
"Lift the martial law in Jianchang City!"
He squinted his eyes and said calmly: "In these days, the prince will supervise the country, and you will be able to help me."
"Yes!" everyone sang, not daring to object at all.
"Back off!"
Seeing the emperor waving his hand, everyone hurriedly left the palace without any delay.
The doctor followed behind them, and no one dared to come forward to ask, or even take a second look.
After they left, Zhang Xianzhong opened his eyes and ordered: "Keep an eye on them."
"Yes!" A figure emerged from the shadows.
He then sighed and murmured: "Even if I die, the old Zhang family has had an emperor after all, even in a small place like Jianchang."
Looking at the beautifully patterned roof of the palace, Zhang Xianzhong didn't know when he thought of Sun Kewang who was far away in Kunming.
This adopted son is quite ambitious and wants to devour Yunnan, and is more capable than himself.
Kunming.
Most of the accumulation of more than two hundred years in Mu Mansion belongs to Sun Kewang.
After possessing huge wealth, he bought people's hearts without hesitation, levied little taxes, attacked the chieftains, and soon stabilized his rule.
In particular, Mu Tianbo left Yunnan Mansion and even went to Guizhou in the end, which completely ruined many people's expectations and had to live in peace.
Sun Kewang quickly ended the rebellion, took over the officials of the Ming Dynasty, and won over military households, making his rule increasingly stable.
As a result, he secretly sought the title of King of Dian from Zhang Xianzhong last year, and finally obtained the title of King of Dian.
Although it is not a big country, it is still a prince, and Sun Kewang is satisfied.
"The ditches in Dianchi Lake still need to be repaired, and there are still a lot of wastelands in Yunnan Prefecture that need to be reclaimed."
Sun Kewang wore a royal robe, walked slowly on the Dianchi embankment with a straight face, and said softly.
"Yes, Your Highness."
The officials on the side responded hurriedly and couldn't wait to write and record it, looking serious.
The breeze blew, and Sun Kewang's royal robe was slightly rolled up. He didn't care, and his eyes were shining.
Compared with Jianchang and northern Shaanxi, Yunnan Prefecture is almost a fertile land. It can be said that it has gathered half of the essence of Yunnan Province.
Controlling this place is basically equivalent to Yunnan Province.
No wonder the province and prefecture have the same name.
Suddenly, a horse came and delivered a letter.
Sun Kewang was stunned. This came from Jianchang.
"My foster father, what's going on?"
When he opened it, there was no news about it.
The content is very simple, constantly encouraging him to return to Jianchang and inherit his adoptive father's legacy.
"Foundation?"
Sun Kewang laughed and looked at the vast Dianchi Lake, which was as vast as the sea.
The location of Jianchang was not as good as a county under the jurisdiction of Yunnan Prefecture. Whether it was output or population, it was completely unable to interest him.
Even if a large amount of alluvial gold and silver are produced, why are Yunnan's agates, ivories, herbs, precious woods, etc. not valuable?
Running hundreds of miles just for Jianchang was not worth the trip.
"When I write to Your Majesty, I say that I am willing to guard Yunnan, just like the Mu family."
Sun Kewang said to the shogunate clerk on the side, and couldn't help but laugh: "It would be my pleasure to send some more copper coins, fragrant wood, agate, etc.!"
ps: There is another chapter after twelve o'clock
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