"God, what mistake did I, Da Ming, make!" Zhu Biao, who had always been gentle and elegant, couldn't help but gnashed his teeth at this moment. "My father and my uncles worked hard to expel the Meng Yuan, and then we revived our Han family."
"Why did you send this 'little glacier' to make Ming Dynasty suffer so much?"
"Brother, why should you be resentful?" Zhu Su said. "The sages have said, 'Heaven's actions are always constant, and it will not survive for Yao, nor perish for Jie.'. How could God be targeting me, the Ming Dynasty?"
"I just said, 'reincarnation of heaven'. This is just a law of heaven's operation."
"Scholars in later generations have concluded a rule: climate change often changes periodically in units of hundreds or even thousands of years."
"Often when the temperature is suitable for a long time, it will be cold for a long time. This goes on and on."
"Moreover, this cycle is also inextricably linked to the changes in our Central Plains dynasty."
Zhu Su lowered his voice. He was obviously still a boy in his teens, but at this moment, he felt like a profound wise man to Zhu Yuanzhang and others.
"Let's take Liaodong as an example. When the world was in chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty, Liaodong was still a bitter and cold place."
"But by the time the Tang Dynasty reached its peak, Liaodong already had tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land."
Lao Zhu looked at Zhu Biao to see if there was such a record. Zhu Biao looked at his questioning eyes and nodded with great difficulty.
In the past, when gentlemen taught about this section, they only said that the Tartars did not engage in production and wasted a good place. It was not until the Tang Dynasty occupied Liaodong that these fertile fields were reclaimed.
So he believed it.
Never thought that it was because of the climate!
Do you really think that those Liao people are lazy people who would rather starve to death than know how to open up wasteland and cultivate land?
It’s not because of the cold weather that the plants can’t grow at all!
"...Su'er, you mean that prosperity usually occurs when the climate is mild."
"And in troubled times, there are often sudden drops in temperature?"
Queen Ma, who had been listening silently, suddenly concluded.
"Yes, that's the truth!"
Zhu Su said. "It is precisely for this reason that the so-called 'three-hundred-year curse' is actually because the cycle of climate change is often three hundred years."
"If you don't believe it, you can check the history books. Whenever China is in trouble, it usually happens when the temperature drops sharply."
“Climate causes disasters, disasters cause famine, and they also lead to invasions by foreign enemies.”
"Few dynasties can survive in such internal and external difficulties."
"...No wonder every prosperous age, there is always a saying in the history books that 'the weather is good'." Zhu Biao shook his head and laughed at himself. "It's funny that I never paid attention to it before. I thought it was just a set of words, but I never thought that these four words are closely related to the rise and fall of the dynasty..."
"Listening to the fifth brother's words is better than studying for ten years!" Zhu Biao suddenly fluttered his sleeves, stood up and bowed respectfully to Zhu Su. "Fifth brother, please accept me as your brother!"
"Brother, what are you doing?" Zhu Su quickly avoided. This eldest brother is Lao Zhu's favorite. What should I do if Lao Zhu wants to spank me again after receiving his courtesy?
"Lao Wu, just take it." It was Lao Zhu who spoke from the side. "Don't say it's your eldest brother. We have been the emperor for so many years, but we have never thought that the weather and soil in the fields can lead to such great knowledge."
After listening to these two conclusions made by Zhu Su, he felt that he could not sit still for a moment. My heart flew directly to Dongge, wishing I could immediately come up with a way to break these two "magic curses" that would bind Ming Dynasty in the future.
He has always been impatient, so when he thought this in his mind, he stood up physically. "Let's go to the East Pavilion and discuss it with the ministers to see if we can come up with a proper solution."
"Lao Wu, as a rule, no one is allowed to speak except the four of us during our conversation today."
"Sister, let's go first. We won't come back for lunch at noon." After saying that, Feng Feng Huo Huo walked out.
"Dad, wait for me, I'll go with you!" Zhu Biao quickly stood up and followed Lao Zhu.
"Ah, wait..." Zhu Su also stood up. "Father, the main hall..."
After talking for almost a whole morning, my mouth was dry. Why did I leave just when I was about to make a request?
Master, I don’t want to go to the main hall and suffer anymore!
"Su'er, don't disturb your father first." Queen Ma held him back. "That's the way he is. He will do whatever comes to his mind. He can't wait for a moment."
"What's more, he was in a bad mood last night and he hasn't finished approving the papers yet. Today, I'm afraid the papers from Jinshen Hall will pile up even more."
"Let him finish his work first."
"But, Queen Mother..."
"What Queen?" Queen Ma stood up and patted his head. "Call me mother! We are all family members and don't care about these red tapes."
She had discovered a long time ago that in front of Biao'er, her children called herself and Chongba "Father and Emperor, Mother and Queen".
Although etiquette cannot be abolished. But this always made her feel uncomfortable.
How could she not notice the discomfort in the corner of Zhu Su's eyes when he just entered the palace?
Chongba is good at everything, but he is really biased against the benchmark.
Although he was not completely indifferent to his other sons, he was indeed several times harsher on the surface than he was to his eldest son Zhu Biao.
This is a recipe for disaster...
Queen Ma's eyes flashed with worry.
In the future, after confirming the thing that matters to you, you should look for opportunities to ask yourself about these children...
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As soon as Lao Zhu left the Qianqing Palace, he loudly called Erhu, asking him to go to the house of Mr. Han and Uncle Chengyi in person and call Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen.
Then he took the prince, father and son to the East Pavilion in a hurry.
"Your Majesty." Soon, Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen arrived. Poor these two old brothers, they were woken up by Lao Zhu early in the morning and went into the palace. They came home out of breath and just had a meal. Before they had time to lie down and catch up on their sleep, they were invited over again by Er Hu in a hurry.
They are both civil servants, not like rough men like Lao Zhu, who are strong and fierce, with great firepower, and can stay up all night without feeling sleepy.
How can their old arms and legs stand up to such a torment?
But he is now the emperor, and over the years, he has become more and more unfathomable. Naturally, the two of them did not dare to neglect. Seeing that Erhu came to summon him in person, they could barely hold back their panic and hurriedly entered the palace.
He was afraid that Lao Zhu would catch him by his pigtails because he had committed something.
Fortunately, Lao Zhu's attitude was quite kind. When he saw the two of them, he waved to them. "Oh, here are the two gentlemen."
"Come on, we have something to show you two right here!"
At this time, the Imperial Case in the East Pavilion was already densely packed with books and volumes. There are so many books that Lao Zhu and the prince and his son are almost buried in the classics. If the prince hadn't stood up and saluted them both, neither of them would have noticed that the prince was here!
"His Royal Highness is here too." Hearing Lao Zhu call him a private address, the two of them knew that this was a private meeting and not a formal meeting, so they relaxed a little. Li Shanchang asked doubtfully: "I wonder if the superior has any instructions when he calls me to come?"
"Stop talking, gentlemen, come quickly."
"These are stored in the palace, from the Shengong period of the Tang Dynasty to the local chronicles of various places during my Hongwu period, as well as various other historical materials."
"Come and help us check whether the temperature in the world has really dropped from the Tang Dynasty to now!"
"Temperature?" Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen looked at each other, both confused.
Our Emperor, what kind of Jianzhou Jurchen did he just create in the morning? Only a few hours later, he is already concerned about the changes in the world's temperature?
Is life too comfortable, or are there too few memorials handed down from below?
