"Father!"
"His Majesty!"
With the sound of the emperor's arrival, the entire Kunning Palace seemed to have pressed the mute button.
"Yes!" Zhu Yixi's career as a monarch for nearly thirty years has made Zhu Yixi full of majesty, even with a smile on his lips.
The first thing he looked at was not the kings, but the second princess, Princess Yongqing, who had long been married to the son of Anguo Gong Li Jizu, and now they have two children, making them a good wife and mother.
But at this time, in front of the queen and brothers, she still showed a bit of childlike innocence.
"Yongqing is here!"
Zhu Yixi looked at her handsome grandson standing there, couldn't help but patted his head and said with a smile: "It's rare that you are willing to come see your father!"
"Father, what are you talking about?" Princess Yongqing couldn't help but said coquettishly: "I'm not afraid of people gossiping. I don't wait for the princess's residence. I go back to the palace every day..."
"The princess palace is not bad!" Queen Sun Xueniang said softly: "As long as you live in harmony with the consort, I will be satisfied. How can a married daughter go to her parents' house every day?"
Zhu Yixi shook her head: "My daughter is filial to her parents, so it's a good thing to come and see her more often!"
Immediately, the emperor's eyes focused on the kings.
The boss, King Qin, was naturally the first to bear the brunt.
In Zhu Yixi's eyes, the eldest son of his concubine became more and more calm, his skin became darker, his eyes were closed, and the sharpness of the past was gone, and the temperament of a superior was undoubtedly highlighted.
"how many years?"
Zhu Yixi sighed.
"Father, my son came back twenty years ago, and it has been six years now!"
King Qin's eyes turned red instantly, looking like he couldn't control his emotions.
Zhu Yixi didn't bother to care about whether he acted, but she felt quite uncomfortable.
King Qin went to Annan at the age of eighteen and worked hard in a foreign country. The bitterness of it is beyond words.
It was also the establishment of the Qin State that reconfirmed the policy of feudal state-building and thus evolved into a national policy.
"It's hard for you!" Zhu Yixi said soothingly: "Now that the Qin State is changing with each passing day, you seem to be very capable. I really saw you right."
"It all depends on the assistance of the ministers. I just adopted their opinions."
King Qin was very humble.
"You are the leader of the vassals and you must set an example."
After praising them, Zhu Yixi continued to look at his sons.
The second son, King Qi, the fifth son, King Yue, the sixth son, King Wei, the seventh son, King Fu, the ninth son, King Xiang, and the tenth son, King Liang, a total of seven kings gathered in Beijing to celebrate the emperor's birthday.
The remaining kings were either too far away, or the vassal state was newly established and could not live without people. The emperor specially ordered them to stay in the vassal and there was no need to come to congratulate them.
After all, it’s not a life span.
The topic between father and son is nothing more than state affairs.
The two vassals of Fu and Liang could be supported on the Mongolian Plateau by a typical one city and one country, tens of thousands of herders, and 8,000 farmers cultivating the land.
If there is any disaster on weekdays, General Mobei will be there to help.
This is the advantage of proximity.
Xiang is in Brunei, northern Borneo.
The King of Xiang became a vassal last year, and his life was quite comfortable:
"Father, there are more Han people in Xiang. Although the fields are not as fertile as those in Qin and the mines are not as rich as those in Qi, it is still pretty good!"
Zhu Yixi nodded slowly.
The queen squinted her eyes when she heard this, she was fascinated.
King Xiang is her youngest son, and she is relieved that his life is going well now.
King Wei on the side followed closely behind: "After the fall of the Khmer, the nobles, big and small, continued to resist, and their ministers continued to send people to exterminate and comfort them. Only in the past two years has it stabilized!"
"Thanks to my father's kindness, Weiguo was able to recruit immigrants. Now there are 100,000 immigrants in Chaoge City and more than one million in the country..."
Among the countries in Southeast Asia, there are also the Qi Kingdom and the Min Kingdom established in Borneo in the past two years.
It is more than enough to divide Hunan, Qi and Fujian into one island. Even now, there is no border demarcation because we still have to find out where the border is!
There is no doubt that King Xiang is the leader of the three kingdoms of Borneo.
And the King of Qin!
The Red River Delta can support millions of people. The Mekong River Delta has not yet been developed on a large scale, but its strength is beginning to show, and Weiguo is relatively obedient.
As for the Kingdom of Ji, which was established from the land of Johor, it has Siam in the north and Singapore, where the Nanyang Navy is stationed, in the south. Needless to say, stability.
This year, Zhu Yixi decided to continue his efforts and establish the Qi Kingdom on Sumatra Island at the rate of one country per year, the land of the former Xuanwei Division of Old Port.
Seeing the emperor's thoughtful expression, King Qi couldn't help but said: "Father, there is an island of New Guinea to the east of the Spice Islands. It was discovered by the Dutch. It has not been cultivated much, and its area is no less than that of Borneo..."
"New Guinea Island?" Zhu Yixi frowned: "This is a good place. Apart from being a little desolate and having more wild animals, there is nothing bad about it!"
"Very good, but you can grant your brothers a kingdom."
Glancing at his sons, Zhu Yixi smiled bitterly in his heart: "It's too late to have one country in one year. It would be appropriate to have two countries in one year at least."
When Jiadaihua captured the Amu Darya River Basin and the northern plains of Afghanistan bordering the Liao Kingdom, Zhu Yixi had always been peaceful and thought about whether to establish a vassal state.
After all, it's too far.
Later, because the King of Liao was unwilling to face Persia directly, he wrote to the court, asking for a younger brother to serve as an outpost to establish a vassal state and help each other.
Zhu Yixi thought over and over again and agreed to the plan to establish a vassal state.
In this regard, the Xing Kingdom was established in the Amu Darya River Basin, and he was the younger brother of the Liao King's mother.
The Liao Kingdom and the Xing Kingdom were naturally natural allies.
At the same time, the prince destroyed the three Nepali kingdoms on the plateau in the past two years, and thus requested the court to establish a vassal state as a barrier to the plateau.
Nepal is at the southern foothills of the Himalayas and borders India. It has many mountains and is not a good place.
Zhu Yixi thought about it again and again, and decided that she should choose an outstanding son, and the eighteenth son, King Yong, became the first choice.
This son has a cautious personality, but also has a strong sense of force. He is gloomy and a person who plans to act later. He is most suitable for running the vassal state in such an intermediate area.
Unlike Nanyang, it has almost become the inland sea of the Ming Dynasty, and with the help of the Nanyang Navy, it can be said to be extremely stable.
"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived in Beijing and has arrived at the palace city..." the eunuch said softly.
Now, the atmosphere immediately relaxed a lot and people became more lively.
"Let the prince and his wife come to Kunning Palace!"
The emperor said softly: "Just in time to get together with the big guys!"
After years of hard work, especially in the plateau environment, Zhu Cunqu's fair skin has inevitably turned into a wheat color, and his previous elegant temperament has faded away, becoming a bit sharper.
At the same time, the influence of being in charge of power gave him a self-confidence unconsciously.
"Your Highness!" The Crown Princess said softly: "Your Majesty called us over from Kunning Palace!"
Zhu Yiqu said indifferently: "It's still the same old thing, asking about the implementation, the consequences, and the origin. The old man has never let go."
Muttering, he put on his dragon robe and glanced at the little man standing upright, his son, the eldest son, who was undergoing enlightenment.
Not surprisingly, when he gets older, the title of grandson will also be given to him.
He had been away from Beijing for many years, and this good son stayed with his father, the emperor, and his mother.
"An'er, let's go see grandma!"
Holding his hand, Zhu Cunqu rarely showed a trace of warmth.
Although he has had more than a dozen concubines over the years, his descendants are few, with only four sons and three daughters, far behind the emperor.
He is naturally closer to his son who has the status of the eldest son.
The princess on the other side was half a step behind, not daring to go beyond the rules.
After a while, the three of them arrived at Kunning Palace.
Not to mention the overwhelming joy, the emperor's grandson's sensible and cute nature won unanimous praise from the vassals.
The prince, as always, reported on Qiongzhou Prefecture's policy of returning natives to rural areas.
I talked it through, but I have to say it was very difficult.
Li Yao was overbearing and unruly by nature, so teaching him how to farm mulberry trees was very difficult.
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At this time, Lhasa was peaceful.
Nearly four years have passed since the prince's reform, and Xizang has begun to live up to its name.
A large number of serfs were liberated, owned their own land and houses, and became yeoman farmers.
The small and medium-sized nobles also adapted to the world and changed their serfs into tenants and long-term workers to improve their living standards.
The tens of thousands of Heshuote Mongols in the past did not fall to the bottom because of the demise of the Heshuote Khanate. Instead, they were assigned pastures, cattle and sheep, and became part of the West.
Needless to say, compared to the previous consumption by nobles and monks, yeoman farmers and landowners were more willing to spend money to buy large quantities of what they needed, and were unable to provide for themselves.
In this way, Xizang's economy immediately became active.
By the spring of Shaowu's 20th year, Xizang's cultivated land area reached 5 million acres, 230 million acres of pasture, and the population increased to 1.5 million.
Among them, there are nearly 5,000 temples and more than 100,000 monks. It can be said that every 15 people support one monk.
Lhasa can live without businessmen, but it cannot live without monks.
Food is barely sufficient for food and clothing, and the number of cattle and sheep raised continues to increase.
It is almost visible to the naked eye that the population of Lhasa has exceeded the 100,000 mark and has surged to 200,000 people.
With a grateful heart, Sonam Tashi followed the caravan to Lhasa, and then followed suit and booked a room at the inn.
Immediately afterwards, like most of the herdsmen, he came to the Potala Palace to pay a pilgrimage to Dalaihuo.
Naturally, people like them are not qualified to see Huofao at all, so they can only kneel down and pray outside the Potala Palace with extraordinary sincerity.
"Thanks to Buddha's blessing, we can live such a good life!" Suolang Tashi bowed seriously:
"I hope such good days can continue and we can't go back to the past..."
He shuddered thinking about his former days as a slave.
His wife and daughter were allowed to be bullied, but he could not stop them in the slightest. Otherwise, his eyes would be gouged out, or his hands would be severed and his life would be fatal.
Now my family has more than ten acres of land and pasture, and I eat the food I grow. Selling cattle and sheep can improve my life. I can drink a cup of goat milk every now and then, and a cup of milk tea every month.
This is the real fairy.
Thanks to His Highness the Crown Prince!
"Buddha bless His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to live a long life and enjoy eternal blessings..."
He muttered, opened the money bag in his arms, took out a silver coin, and carefully placed it in the money box.
The cattle and sheep in Lhasa are worthless. A yak only costs one yuan, and a sheep only costs three cents. To him, this piece of silver dollar is a big sum.
"Step aside!"
When he was offering incense and continuing to bow in the square, several monks suddenly ran over, shouting as they ran.
The believers in the square immediately made way for these monks to pass.
Solang Tashi was no exception. He was pushed away violently. Before he could even react, his head came into contact with the ground.
But he did not dare to complain at all. Instead, he raised his head and looked at the monks with a horrified look on his face: "What happened?"
"What's wrong?" Dibalosang Tuden raised his head with a serious look on his face: "Is there anything important that I have to disturb the Buddha?"
After some reforms, although he had only returned to the plateau for a year, Diba still controlled religious affairs in place of Dalai, and his power was still prominent.
After all, in an environment like the plateau, where religion affects all aspects of society, the local government would not dare to do the right thing, and would still cooperate to a greater or lesser extent.
"Dear Diba!" The monk hurriedly walked and couldn't help but said: "Demuhuo has gone to the west!"
"What!" Luosang Thubten was shocked, then pushed the monk away and headed straight into the room.
Da Lai, who was sitting on the futon and reading scriptures, raised his head in surprise: "Why did you lose your sense of proportion?"
"Lord Buddha, the chief monastery leader of various monasteries in Bomi and other areas, the leader of Dimu, and the fourth Dimu Hutuktuxi have gone!"
Faced with these words, Da Lai felt a tremor all over and had to lower his head and recite the Buddha's name.
Dimuhuofao is the chief temple master of the monastery in Linzhi area. He has the most prestige in the entire plateau area, second only to Dalai and Banchan.
The fourth generation Dimu Hutuketu was recognized by the fourth generation Banchan as the reincarnation of the third generation Dimu Huofa, and received the bhikkhu ordination from the fifth generation Dali.
It can be said that he is his apprentice.
Over the years, I have followed him to Beijing.
Later, he was granted the title of Khutuktu and gained honor.
Unexpectedly, he passed away suddenly.
This hit him hard.
"Does the governor know?"
"You should know!" Diba said truthfully.
Da Lai sighed: "Looks like the drawing of lots from the golden urn is about to begin!"
This agreement reached in Beijing is extremely beneficial to standardizing the inheritance of local Huofao lineages and ensuring basic fairness.
But this is the first time it has been implemented, and I don’t know if it will adapt to the plateau.
Zhang Jingmo, the governor of Xizang, had already expected this.
As early as when Dimu Huofao was on the sickbed, he had already anticipated this situation and immediately sent a message to the Governor of Kangzang in Xikang Province.
Immediately, he asked people to protect Hua Fa, so that before his death, he left the necessary information, which provided conditions for the search for the soul boy.
Once he passed away, he immediately searched for children in the entire Linzhi area who were born at the same day and at the same time.
The matter was so important that he directly sent thousands of people.
Unlike before, these people were directed towards the herdsmen among the people, rather than among the nobles.
"This is the first time, it must go well!"
Zhang Jingmo muttered, his stomach couldn't help but growl.
For the imperial court, it is better to practice drawing lots from a golden urn than to say it thousands of times, but now is a good opportunity.
After two or three months of investigation, we finally found three families outside Linzhi whose children were born at the same time when Huofao passed away.
After the monks reported their identities, they took them back to Lhasa, observed their daily lives on the spot, and then recorded them.
At this time, the Golden Vase had been chanted by the lamas for many days, and Governor Kang Zang arrived in Lhasa in time.
(End of chapter)
