Capital City, Prince Fu's Mansion.
The sun has disappeared from the roof, leaving only an orange stream of light on the horizon.
Prince Fu's Mansion is in the capital. According to regulations, it is still a hundred acres. It does not exceed the rules and is not too simple.
King Fu just lay on the bed, his fat body spread out, almost filling the entire bed, his warm face was pale and he was shivering.
The whole body was covered with quilts, which seemed to be piled up into a hill, towering very high.
Zhu Yousong is actually not very old, only fifty-seven or eighty-eight years old, but he is already terminally ill and hopeless.
Compared with the previous emperors of the Ming Dynasty, in a sense, he is already considered to have lived a long life.
Among the emperors who were forced to retire from the throne in all dynasties, his treatment was considered the best.
The two-year-old Hongguang regime was abolished, and his identity as emperor was lost, but it brought him peace. He stayed in the capital for more than ten years, which can be said to be a blessing and a disaster.
Over the years, although he continued to beg women to take concubines, it was a pity that he was unable to have a child. His excessive pursuit of women's sex not only left him without children, but also made his body extremely weak.
As early as a few years ago, he felt that he was dying, so he asked the emperor for an heir, so that he would not have no one to sacrifice him after his death and become a lonely ghost.
Although Fu Fan was passed down to him only two generations ago.
Of course, the seventh son of the emperor, Zhu Cunmei, was also adopted by him, which solved a worry.
He has been suffering from lingering illness for several years. Looking at the sky today, King Fu felt that he was about to die.
"Have you notified the court?" King Fu asked weakly.
Chang Shi on the side said quickly: "We have been notified that the Seventh Prince will be here soon."
"The princes know about it and are on their way."
"That'll be good——"
King Fu fell into thinking.
He had been immersed in wine and sex for these years, and it was not until today that he thought about those past days.
Once in Luoyang, it was such a beautiful day, carefree and joyful.
But the intruder that his father talked about finally inevitably broke into Luoyang.
Even if they spend all their wealth to reward the army, it still won't help. The family is separated, which can be described as miserable.
People all over the world are spreading rumors that King Fu is stingy, and when his army is about to attack the city, he is reluctant to spend all his wealth to rely on the army. In fact, how disgusting is this rumor?
He panicked along the way and fled to Huaiqing. However, there were still intruders, so he fled to Wei Hui Mansion to seek refuge with King Lu.
He went to Kaifeng to seek refuge with the King of Zhou, but there was another flood, and the people in the city suffered heavy casualties. He had no choice but to go to Huai'an and Gaoyou with King Zhou, King Lu, etc. to live with King Zhou and King Chong who fled south. In the boat at Huzui.
Fortunately, Lu Zhenfei, the governor of water transportation, led the troops, otherwise he would really starve to death.
By this time, King Fu's impression of Lu Zhenfei became more and more profound.
Unfortunately, after the establishment of the imperial court, he did not reuse this benefactor. Instead, he appointed Ma Shiying.
"Then there was a military disaster. The Manchus went south, were captured, and then were rescued."
King Fu was thinking this, and suddenly he heard a burst of crying.
He opened his eyes and saw that it was Lu Zhenfei from back then.
"Didn't you retire and return home?"
"The old minister is in the capital and has not returned home yet." Lu Zhenfei knelt on the ground, his eyes slightly red: "I heard that His Highness was feeling unwell, so I came here again."
"Thanks to you for saving me back then, otherwise I would have been among the rioters for no apparent reason——"
The two of them were talking like this, and after a while, King Lu came.
As someone who had shared weal and woe in the past, although there was a bit of turmoil and fear when he ascended the throne, as age went by, these were nothing.
King Lu is already old and has gray hair on his temples, which makes him look very old-fashioned.
"You're here too."
King Fu sighed softly.
Afterwards, a group of relatives and vassals arrived.
Finally, there is Zhu Cunmei, the seventh son of the emperor, who is like
A filial son kneels on the bedside like a filial son, with grief on his face.
"Your Majesty has arrived——"
With a sharp cry, everyone quickly changed directions.
Soon, the emperor's handsome and upright figure appeared in front of everyone.
"I will bow to your Majesty—"
The feudal princes knelt down on one knee in unison.
That's right, kneeling down on one knee.
Because according to Zhu Yuanzhang's regulations, unless it is a dynasty or a formal meeting, in private, the vassal princes only need to kneel on one knee to the emperor as long as he is senior or older.
"I'm late——"
The emperor came to the bed with serious words, held Prince Fu's chubby hand, and was filled with emotion.
King Fu became excited for a moment and kept chattering.
Zhu Yixi still agrees with his words of kindness when people are about to die.
Sure enough, before his death, Prince Fu didn't pay much attention to his own affairs. He just emphasized that the emperor should take good care of the seventh son and not let him be wronged.
The emperor naturally agreed.
Less than a moment later, Prince Fu breathed his last.
Naturally, the imperial court had control over the vassal king's regulations, and the emperor could only follow them.
However, as for Prince Fu's Mansion, since there was no owner, or the seventh son of the emperor was young, the emperor directly ordered and demanded:
"If the concubines in the mansion want to go home, each of them can give us a thousand yuan. If they want to stay in the mansion, we will naturally make arrangements."
But for those maids, the emperor sent them away.
Because of King Fu's absurd lust over the years, these maids were all coquettish, and the emperor was afraid that they would influence his son, so he had to rearrange them.
Then, the emperor sighed and said to himself: "An era has finally come to an end..."
There is a gauze curtain hanging in the Qingliang Hall. The inside of the gauze curtain is brighter than the outside because there is a row of carved wooden windows on the west side. At this time in the afternoon, the sun shines right into the palace.
Outside the curtain, there were many women standing, wearing plain palace robes, which looked quite monotonous.
This is because the imperial concubine advocates Taoism, is a simple person, and does not like luxury and waste, so she can only do this in the palace.
Inside the curtain, it was very quiet. The old red paint and purple silk fabric on the wood made the interior look a bit old. The sunlight shone in, and there was still fine dust in the light.
So it seemed more and more quiet here.
The woman sitting next to a table just embellishes this simple but gorgeous palace.
The weather was slightly cool, and the clothes Miaoxian wore were soft and thin. Her body was very beautiful and attractive. Sitting there made the whole room seem more alive.
The curved hips show their protrusions, and the graceful curves burst out with amazing elasticity.
There are few pieces of this fine silk in the entire Ming Dynasty.
As if sensing the subtlety of the atmosphere, she moved her head and neck slightly, then stood up again and walked slowly in the spacious palace.
"Has your Majesty gone out?"
After asking lightly, a palace maid immediately replied: "I heard that King Fu was dying, so he hurried to the capital."
"oh!"
She touched her belly and felt a little disappointed.
Suddenly, news came, which shocked her.
"What's wrong?"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty is back——"
Her unhappy mood immediately rekindled, and she felt her heartbeat speeding up.
Soon, the emperor's crisp footsteps were remembered in the long corridor. They were very fast and told the master's mood.
"My dear concubine, are you pregnant again?"
The emperor's face was full of smiles.
But in his words, he was quite helpless.
He put his hands around the woman's waist, feeling the delicacy and softness. He put his chin on his shoulder and sighed softly: "It's not suitable!"
have to say,
After giving birth to a son and two daughters, Miaoxian has passed the age of thirty-six and has become an advanced maternal age.
In this regard, the emperor has never wanted her to become pregnant because of the risks of her advanced age.
Then the latter kept pleading, and the emperor had no choice but to obey, but often deliberately misdirected it to make his mouth full of delicious food.
It has a good name: nourishing yin and nourishing the skin.
But the final negligence made her pregnant.
"I like to bear children for His Majesty."
Miao Xian said softly: "The Queen has two sons, and I only have one. This is not fair..."
Zhu Yixi smiled.
He was speechless.
However, holding the woman in his arms, the emperor fell into deep thought:
Just after King Fu left, Miaoxian came with good news. What a coincidence——
Zhu Yixi shouldn't think too much about this.
He is simply a materialist and doesn't think anything about it.
As for time travel, good guys, this is science fiction, okay?
After comforting the woman, Zhu Yixi returned to work.
The memorial clearly stated that a national highway from Beijing, through Xuanfu, to Datong and Suiyuan was finally completed.
This road stretches for more than two thousand miles, and the total number of labors exceeds one million. It took five years of work to complete it one after another.
The Ministry of Industry has calculated its total cost, which exceeds one million yuan. It is the most expensive road built by the imperial court in so many years.
Official roads are further divided into national roads, provincial roads, prefectural roads and county roads.
As the name suggests, national roads are the most important roads for the imperial court. They are basically built and maintained by the Ministry of Industry personally, and they are generally key projects for the imperial court.
For example, from Suiyuan to Beijing, or from Beijing to Jilin, which has been connected for a long time.
The latter road is relatively simple, because the official road from Shenyang to Jilin has been built long ago, and the imperial court only needs to be responsible for connecting Shenyang and Beijing.
There are many more, such as Nanjing to Songjiang and Hangzhou; Beijing to Jinan; Beijing to Baoding, etc.
The biggest feature is that they are basically built around the two capitals.
Provincial roads are official roads that connect various prefectures in a province.
In terms of funding, the province, prefecture, county, and the imperial court jointly funded it, which is regarded as a people's livelihood project.
But even if the treasury is exhausted, each province still has to make great efforts to build provincial roads.
Without it, profit.
According to the rules of the imperial court, each prefecture is only allowed to set up checkpoints at the junctions to collect taxes, and no checkpoints are allowed on the roads within the prefecture.
Moreover, the tax rate shall not exceed one cent.
In this case, who wouldn’t want to be overcharged?
It's a bit similar to the Liguan in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but it's not as frantic as setting up tax cards for ten or so miles.
There may seem to be many tax cards, but in fact each prefecture today is one or two times larger than the city of later generations, and each tax card is on average two hundred miles apart.
Prefectural roads are the roads that connect all counties within a prefecture; county roads are urban and rural roads.
These two roads are people's livelihood projects, which are paid for by the local government at their own expense. They are also part of the assessment of county magistrates and magistrates.
Naturally, it is impossible to collect taxes.
Due to interests and official positions, various provinces have set off a trend of large-scale construction in recent years. County roads and prefectural roads are fully connected, while provincial roads are also well developed, but national roads are somewhat lagging behind.
The reason why the Beijing-Suiyuan National Highway took so long was that, in addition to the vast territory, sparsely populated areas, insufficient corvee labor, and the need for a large number of construction corps, the biggest difficulty was the high requirements.
The road must be ten feet wide, and tall trees must be planted on both sides of the road to stabilize the soil. At the same time, ditches must be dug and sidewalks built, which is extremely troublesome.
In addition, a post station must be built every thirty to fifty miles to deliver messages and receive travelers.
As for provincial roads, the requirements are much lower. As long as the width is about five feet, there is no need to plant many trees.
Prefecture roads and county roads only need three feet, so there is no need to build any ditches at all. They just need to recruit corvees frequently to build roads.
"Next step, Gan
, Wu Guo Road, it costs 600,000? "
From Ganzhou, Gansu Province to Urumqi, Anxi Province.
Zhu Yixi felt unbelievable. It had only been a few hundred miles!
Let him change his mind. This road is a desolate desert or grassland. There are few people and it is difficult to collect corvees.
"Has the railway track from Songjiang to Nanjing been built to Suzhou?"
The emperor continued to look at it, and he was surprised. This must be too fast.
Rail carriage, raised 5 million yuan in Nanjing to build a rail carriage leading to Songjiang Prefecture, and a large number of local gentry participated.
And this lane is actually two-way, which is better than the one in Beijing.
"There is still money in the South!!"
At this time, the Luzon Governor's Mansion.
Jinbao specially welcomed Gu Yuan, an internal minister from King Qi, at the mansion.
What surprised him the most was that it turned out to be a hunchback.
As the King Situ of Qi, Gu Yuan came to Luzon on behalf of the vassal king to manage the affairs of the vassal Qi.
Obviously, in Nanyang, King Qi is still too young to go there in person, so it would be perfect for him to do it for him.
Jinbao expressed his understanding to King Qi. After all, he was only sixteen years old, so young and knew nothing.
To run a vassal state, you need capable people.
Facing his consultation, Jin Bao said sincerely: "Qi State now occupies a large island, only two or three days away from Luzon, and there are many islands in between."
"Now the whole of Luzon has only one million people, but I heard that Qi State has more than 100,000 people. In time, it will not be difficult to surpass Luzon."
Gu Yuan was surprised by this. It would develop so fast?
But didn’t the King of Qi tell him that the development of Qi State was not possible?
In just one and a half years, there are already 100,000 people. This is an exaggeration.
"Thanks to the governor's help, Qi is in such a situation."
Gu Yuan spoke softly, but did not express the doubts in his heart.
When he took a boat and came to Qi State, he suddenly felt that he had been deceived.
In the huge Qi State, the largest city was no more than a port, and the total number of men, women, old and young was no more than 2,000, and most of them were troops dispatched from Luzon.
The leader raised his head and said, "I, Wang Cheng, would like to greet your superior."
"Wang Cheng?" Gu Yuan said softly: "Are you a person sent by the Governor's Palace?"
"That's right, you're finally here, and I can go back." A surprised smile appeared on Wang Cheng's face.
I have been away from home for more than a year, and I don’t know what will happen to my wife or my son. It is really missing!
ps: Sorry, I got stuck, so I delayed it.
