The plum rain has gone, summer is at its peak, and before we know it, it has arrived in July of the second year of Shaowu.
On the third day of July, the emperor held a grand memorial ceremony at the Xiaoling Mausoleum. He posthumously named Zhu Qiyu, Emperor Jing of the Ming Dynasty, as "Emperor Fu Tian Jian Dao Gong Ren Kang Ding Long Wen Bu Wu Xian De Chong Xiao Jing", and he went to the temple with the title of Dai Zong.
In addition, the posthumous titles of Prince Zhu Cixi of Chongzhen are "Prince Xiaoren", Prince Ding Zhu Cijiong is "King Dingai", and Yongwang Zhu Cijiang is "King Yongmour".
In addition, Zhu Yixi also carried out posthumous titles and titles for those who died for the country during the Chongzhen Dynasty.
Among the ministers martyred in Beijing, 21 were civil servants, 2 were honorary ministers, and 1 was an official minister, a total of 24 people.
For example, Fan Jingwen, the cabinet minister of the Chongzhen Dynasty, jumped into a well and died for his country; Li Guozhen, the last guard of Beijing City, Xiangcheng Bo; Gong Yonggu, the brother-in-law of the Chongzhen Emperor, and others were all posthumously awarded the title of earl, and their heirs inherited the title of viscount.
In addition, he also recognized more than 100 posthumous ministers from the Hongguang Dynasty, which can be regarded as an extensive favor!
Perhaps Zhu Yousong really needed to win over people's hearts, so he pursued the posthumous title of minister, covering more than two hundred years from the beginning of the Ming Dynasty to the end of the Ming Dynasty.
Including a group of founding heroes who died in vain during the Taizu period, who were given posthumous titles as long as they were granted titles, as well as Jianwen ministers, such as Fang Xiaoru, who was said to have been killed by ten clansmen. Although their descendants are still alive and well, they still need posthumous titles. good.
The rest are the civil servants who died in the Zhengde and Tianqi years, as well as the six gentlemen of Donglin.
Although the Donglin Party is not a good thing, it is undeniable that the six gentlemen of Donglin at the beginning were indeed good people, but they later turned into an interest group.
Of course, Zhu Yixi was very generous to posthumously honor Sun Chuanting as "Wenzhen", and conferred a title on Sun Shiduan, his eldest son, as Daizhou Marquis, and his youngest son Sun Shining as Xianyang Bo.
There is no way, with the father-in-law and Bole, no matter how stingy Zhu Yixi is, she cannot be stingy towards the Sun family.
It is also worth mentioning that Zhu Yixi also admired Qi Jiguang and Yu Dayou, the famous anti-Japanese generals of the Jiajing Wanli Dynasty, and rewarded their descendants Dengzhou Bo and Jinjiang Bo respectively.
As a result, the huge city of Nanjing was instantly plunged into excitement, and they were extremely jealous of the rows of names and titles in the Ming Dynasty Gazette.
Jia Yan was lying on the recliner bought for five copper coins with a toothpick in his mouth and an open mind, leisurely and at ease.
The youngest daughter lay in his arms, twisting her butt, and kept playing with the windmill in her hand, not getting too hot.
Under the shade of the trees, three or five veterans of the same group gathered together to enjoy the shade on their day off, which was a great time.
As the eldest son, Gouzi grimaced, holding a piece of the Ming Dynasty Gazette, and read for these neighbor uncles and his father:
"The Duke of Cheng, Liu Tingjie, went north to be naturalized according to the order, and captured a total of 5,600 Mongolian households, 37,200 surrendered people, more than 100,000 cattle and sheep, and war horses..."
"Gouzi, where is the northwest?" At this time, the neighbor couldn't help shouting: "I heard that Duke Yi Guo attacked the northwest this time and beat Li Zicheng until he cried for his father and mother!"
"Really? I wonder how many more titles it will cost!"
The big men on the side were all envious.
"Isn't there a lord next to us?"
With that said, the topic turned to Jia Yan.
Jia Yan was very proud of this. He put his daughter on his lap, waved his hands and said, "I am nothing but a baron."
"I just heard that I was given a house in Beijing and a manor of 1,800 acres to inherit. Sometimes what makes me happiest is that my dog can go to the Imperial College to study."
"If our Jia family can produce a Jinshi in the future, I can laugh out of my dreams."
After saying this, even Gouzi felt embarrassed, it was so shameless.
"Is Jia satisfied with just a baron in the general area? There are many warlords in the world, including viscounts, earls, and even marquises."
The thin man on the side tutted his tongue: "As long as you reach the Marquis level, it will really be hereditary. Baron Jiangzhi will stop it."
"Gouzi, let your father work hard and earn you a good title."
"What are you calling a dog!"
Jia Yan was not happy anymore, waved his hand and said: "My dog has a famous name, Jia Daihua, Mr. Jia Daihua."
As he spoke, he said proudly: "If you don't have three to five hundred dollars to give me a name outside, I won't be able to talk about it at all. We don't need money, but my husband is happy."
"Uncles, do you want me to continue reading?"
Gouzi said with a grimace, cheating.
"Gouzi, go back and study. These bastards can read, but they are lazy."
Jia Yan blew his beard and glared: "My dog is going to take the imperial examination, so don't delay."
Helpless, Gouzi returned home with his two-year-old sister in his arms.
As his footsteps moved, the words "You are not young, my baby, etc." were heard intermittently in his ears.
At only ten years old, he is already considered the little adult in the family, and he knows this very well.
However, he understood that his snobbish father would not accept it easily. He often said that the baron should marry a father-in-law's daughter.
But he never thought about it. Among the princes in the court, which title was not higher than his?
When he returned home, he saw his mother, who had just given birth to his younger brother, taking care of the housework.
A large number of clothes were neatly loaded, as if they were going on a long journey.
"Mom, how do you clean this up?"
Putting down his sister, Gouzi said doubtfully.
"You don't know?" My mother asked doubtfully, "Your father has issued a military order and the imperial court is preparing to move. Naturally, the capital camp is not exempt from this."
"The 60,000 people in the Beijing camp will be divided into three batches. Our family will be the first batch and we will have to set off after ten years."
"Going to Beijing?" Gouzi was surprised: "So soon?"
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"Are you stupid from studying?" The old lady knocked her son on the head and said angrily: "I don't think you have been out of school for a few days and you still want to continue playing?"
"You have to study hard to become a Jinshi."
"I know!" Gouzi reluctantly agreed.
He left home and walked around the entire compound. Except for a group of men under the shade of the trees, the other women at home were busy packing their luggage.
Unlike ordinary people, the military evacuated together with their families.
Therefore, the Beijing camp was divided into five wings and marched one after another, with the military families following closely behind to prevent the morale of the troops from being shaken.
However, the people of Nanjing were happy to hear about the departure of the army.
Without him, as the world becomes increasingly peaceful, the population of Nanjing is also constantly increasing, and the large area of land occupied by the military compound will be enough to alleviate the plight of Nanjing city once it is gone.
For the imperial court, selling these houses could make a huge fortune to make up for the pain of moving north.
But for Gouzi, he kept running and came to the big shop near the compound.
The densely packed and dazzling array of snacks was a regret that he couldn't let go of.
"We're moving again..."
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