Putting his thoughts away for the time being, Jiang Qi turned on his phone and first sent "Thank you, senior sister" before opening the file Li Yu sent him.
There is not much in the file of dozens of megabytes. It is just a high-definition version of the modern Jinling map, with a red dot marking a location on it.
Behind the red dot, there is a line dragging, and this line also extends into some branches, like a branch.
Jiang Qi understood that this is the current distribution map of dragon veins in Jinling.
Of course, if you look at it from the perspective of geographical science, there is another explanation for this map.
Map of the Jinling Purple Mountain Range.
This map is not easy to come by. Although many people say that the theory of Feng Shui is the ancient science of geography.
But there is still a gap between the two.
If the map given by Li Yu was given to a geographer, he would be able to find many things that were wrong.
But if you look at it from the perspective of Feng Shui, this picture is extremely precious. In ancient times, it was enough to be used as a secret book.
It can be seen that Li Yu really spent a lot of effort to summarize such a map.
"How come this senior sister doesn't know anything?"
Jiang Qi sighed: "She can be called the Wang Yuyan of history."
While sighing, he noted the location.
"The starting point of the Jinling Dragon Vein is..."
Jiang Qi looked at the sign at the subway station and his expression changed.
"Purple Mountain Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum?"
...
An hour later, Jiang Qi looked at the entrance of Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, the closed gate, and the notice posted on the door.
"The park is closed for renovations for one day."
Jiang Qi reluctantly read out the content of the notice.
All I can say is that it was a coincidence that it happened to coincide with people’s daily repair and maintenance days.
The Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty is considered the most famous scenic spot on Purple Mountain. Buried in it are the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang, and his wife Ma.
A huge garden has become a scenic spot. With such a large flow of people every day, it is reasonable to carry out daily repairs and maintenance.
"You young man, don't you know the garden is closed today? What are you doing here so early in the morning?"
At this time, an old man walked out from the duty room on the side, wearing a striped half-sleeved shirt with a very contemporary feel, and holding a big broom in his hand.
Jiang Qi looked over when he heard this.
This old man looks to be in his sixties or seventies. He is slightly stooped, but he is only one head shorter than Jiang Qi. If he stood up straight, he would probably be taller than Jiang Qi who is 180cm tall.
The slightly thin face has many wrinkles, but it is vaguely visible that he was also a handsome and handsome man when he was young.
"Old man, I came from Jiangbei next door. I really didn't know that this place was closed today."
While Jiang Qi looked at the old man, the old man also looked at him.
"You're a young man who looks pretty good, but you're just a little worse than I was when I was young."
As the old man spoke, he swept the floor and said, "Looking at your grade, are you a student?"
"Well, I'm a freshman in the History Department of Jiangbei University."
Seeing that Jiang Qi could not enter the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, he was not in a hurry, so he chatted with the old man for a few more words.
"A good student, a good student, knowledge is the most indispensable thing. In the early years, I had no choice in studying, and it was not until I was in my thirties that I found a teacher who was willing to teach me knowledge."
The old man was sweeping the floor, and when he saw that Jiang Qi had no intention of leaving for a while, he put down his broom, sat down on the steps of the duty room, took out a pipe from somewhere, lit it and took a nice puff.
"Young student, you said you studied history?"
"right."
Jiang Qi nodded.
The old man said: "It's amazing. In ancient times, a scholar like you was supposed to be a historian. I heard that you even had to write down which girl the emperor and I slept with at night."
"I'm not that capable."
Jiang Qi did not explain that the affairs between the emperor and his concubines were first recorded by the eunuchs and then sent to the historians for inclusion in the daily records.
Anyway, the result is similar.
Wait, old man, are you scolding me?
"Young man, can I ask you a few things?"
Just when Jiang Qi was complaining in his heart, he heard the old man speak and said, "Excuse me."
"Look, the learned ones are different. They respect me so much even though I'm a loser. What a young man!"
The old man first praised him, and then said: "I just came to work yesterday."
"I know nothing about this history. I know a little bit about who Zhu Yuanzhang is, but who are the emperors after the Ming Dynasty?"
Jiang Qi smiled and said: "This is simple. When Zhu Yuanzhang was in power, he assigned twenty characters to each of his sons. You only need to memorize this, and you will be able to remember the inheritance of the Ming Dynasty emperor. ten."
The old man smoked his pipe and asked, "I know the generation, so what is the generation that Zhu Yuanzhang assigned to his prince?"
Jiang Qi naturally came up with this kind of basic knowledge and said: "The character line assigned by Zhu Yuanzhang to Prince Zhu Biao is: Yun Wen obeys the instructions of his ancestors, the Qinwu king wins, the road is good, and the teacher is good and makes good use of it. "
The old man was thoughtful and asked, "All I need to do is remember this?"
"No, that's what you asked."
Jiang Qi shook his head and said: "In the line of princes, there has been no emperor since the first generation Zhu Yunwen."
"The emperor's line was transferred to the line of King Yan, which is the line of Zhu Yuanzhang's fourth son, Zhu Di."
"The characters in this series are: Gao Zhan Qi Jianyou, Hou Zai Yi Chang You, Ci He Yi Bo Zhong, Jian Jing Di Xian You."
"Click..."
Just as Jiang Qi finished speaking, he saw the pipe in the old man's hand accidentally falling to the ground.
The old man picked it up casually and said, "These things you mentioned are too complicated, I can't remember them."
"Forget it, let's not talk about it. Descendants, let me ask again, how did Zhu Di and his descendants do when they became emperor?"
"I know that Zhu Yuanzhang is a great hero. His descendants have not embarrassed him, right?"
Jiang Qi thought for a while and said: "There are also faint kings, there are wise kings, and there are also masters of moderation. If I have to say it, there are still more good ones than bad ones."
"That looks okay."
The old man stood up unsteadily and muttered: "We can't compare with other emperors and me, I will just be an old farmer all my life."
As he said that, the old man waved his hand to Jiang Qi mysteriously and whispered: "Young man, do you want to go in?"
"What can you do?"
Jiang Qi asked, if he could get in, he definitely didn't want to delay it.
"Follow me and I will take you around. When you see the leader, tell him you are my grandson."
The old man picked up the broom, took out a key from his waist and opened the iron gate. He turned around and said, "I am seventy-two years old, so I won't suffer any loss if you call me grandpa, right?"
"Thank you, old man."
Jiang Qi nodded with a smile. The old man's grade is here. As a grandfather, Jiang Qi really doesn't suffer.
Following the footsteps of the old man, Jiang Qi stepped into Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum.
