Somewhere in the countryside.
A man in his thirties walked into the yard carrying a bundle of dry firewood. He looked at the middle-aged man who was feeding cattle in the cowshed and said with a smile, "Uncle Fu, I chopped another bundle of firewood today."
"This period of Chinese New Year should be enough for us to burn out."
The man put the firewood on his back under the shed in the courtyard and patted the dirt on his body.
"Master, our New Year firewood has been prepared a long time ago. You don't need to be so busy." said the middle-aged man who was called Uncle Fu.
"It's winter, there's nothing going on in the fields, so I can't just sit around at home!" the man said with a smile.
"Alas~" Uncle Fu sighed. He said similar words more than once, but the young master just didn't listen.
"Master, are you hungry? I'll prepare something to eat for you," he said again.
"Okay, I'll give you a hand!" the man said with a smile.
Hearing this, Uncle Fu couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
In the third year of Jianwen's reign, he took his young master to the countryside and started living there.
At first, the young master could not get used to life in the country.
As time went by and under the pressure of survival, the young master had to start working and studying. Now he looks no different from ordinary people in appearance.
The young master’s name is Lu Wen. Of course, this is just a pseudonym.
They remain anonymous just to avoid something.
There are only two of them in this family, and their food is very simple.
Just multigrain porridge and a little pickles.
Lu Wen, who used to be well-dressed and well-fed, ate very well, and was obviously used to this kind of life.
During the meal, they talked about this year's Northern Expedition.
The war has been over for more than two months, and word has already spread among the people.
Lu Wen also heard about it.
But he didn't know the more detailed content.
But he knew, and Fubo must have known.
Because Fu Bo is from that organization.
After listening to Uncle Fu's story, Lu Wen sighed and said with emotion: "Uncle Seventeen, he is better than me!"
He still refuses to give up in the face of desperate situations and fights to the death. He is indeed better than him.
Yes, Lu Wen is the long-dead Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunwen.
Back then Yang Xuan took him out of the palace and handed him over to Lao Hu.
Lao Hu settled him in the countryside and arranged for a person to take care of him.
He also understood that it was care and surveillance.
The Ming Dynasty finally settled down and could no longer fight wars.
Although he has been among the people these years, he can also feel that the Ming Dynasty is becoming more and more prosperous.
He had to admit that his fourth uncle was indeed a good emperor.
At the same time, he also realized how naive he once was.
What he did disappointed his uncle.
After eating, seeing that it was still early, Lu Wen went back to the room and started reading.
This is one of the few hobbies he has persisted in.
Reading can make you wise and expand your horizons.
In his spare time, he also teaches children in the village and is deeply loved.
He felt that his life might go on like this.
The cold wind blew against the windows, and the yard was already covered with a thick layer of snow.
Lu Wen yawned and closed the book.
Blow out the candle and the room falls into darkness.
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Kluk cluck... cluck...
There was a crowing of roosters in the yard, and Lu Wenqiang gathered his energy and left the bed.
After getting dressed, he walked out of the room and said hello to Uncle Fu.
Then he started sweeping the snow in the yard.
"Master, you still need to write this year's Spring Festival couplets. I've prepared paper and pen."
"I have already boiled the hot water. You can go wash up first and leave the yard to me!"
Lu Wen's handwriting is very good, and many people come to ask him to help write Spring Festival couplets every year.
"Oh, okay!" Lu Wen nodded and put down the broom.
Turn around and go back to the house.
The origin of Spring Festival couplets is very early. It was not until the early Ming Dynasty that the word "Spring Festival Couplets" appeared.
After Lao Zhu became emperor, he issued an imperial edict specifically requiring every household in Jinling to paste Spring Festival couplets written on red paper on the door frame on New Year's Eve to welcome the New Year.
Lao Zhu liked this lively and festive scene very much, and would pay private visits incognito from time to time.
Let’s see whose family didn’t post Spring Festival couplets during the Chinese New Year.
During a private visit incognito, Lao Zhu became angry when he saw that a family did not have Spring Festival couplets posted.
After asking about the reason, it turns out that this family kills pigs for a living, and they are very busy during the Chinese New Year and have no time.
So Lao Zhu asked someone to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a couplet himself: "Cleave the road of life and death with both hands, and cut off the root of right and wrong with one knife."
It is precisely because of Lao Zhu's attention that Spring Festival couplets were quickly popularized among the people.
It has become an important custom for our nation during the New Year.
After Lu Wen washed up, he started writing Spring Festival couplets. There was no shortage of red paper at home, so he had something ready for every door.
After drying the handwriting, he and Uncle Fu started pasting Spring Festival couplets.
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"Too far!"
"okay."
"Hey, hey, go up a little more."
"Come down a little more!"
"OK OK!"
Spring couplets are also posted in the Changping Marquis Mansion, and the housekeeper is busy with his servants.
Yang Xuan walked around with his hands behind his back.
With a smile on his face.
Zhu Di didn't give out many red envelopes this year.
The Northern Expedition suffered heavy losses, which made him very angry.
No one in the court dared to touch Zhu Di's bad luck.
After all, during the Chinese New Year, it is better to do less than to do more.
Zhu Di has no plans to go to Yang Xuan's house to celebrate the New Year this year.
After last year, he found that it was unrealistic for him to live a happy New Year.
Wherever he goes, his three follower sons follow him.
Without Zhu Di's interruption, Yang Xuan had a very comfortable life this year.
This is Lan Xiang’s first time celebrating the New Year at the Changping Marquis Mansion, and Yang Xuan specially prepared a big red envelope for her this year.
Now Lan Xiang is not alone, there is another one in her belly.
At the end of February, Lan Xiang gave birth to a big, fat boy.
He was given a nickname, Xiaohu.
His name is Hu Delu.
Yang Xuan and An Qing recognized Xiaohu as their godson on the spot.
It can be regarded as helping Anqing make up for his regrets.
Anqing was happy for a long time after getting a grandson.
Lao Hu and Yu'er were even more happy.
After Lan Yu got the news, she even went to see her grandson in person.
Of course, this was allowed by Zhu Di.
…
March of the eighth year of Yongle.
The third imperial examination of the Yongle Dynasty began.
During this period, news came from Zhang Fu.
Cochin rebelled again.
The rebels surrendered, and the rebels surrendered again, over and over again.
Now Zhu Di is planning to launch the Northern Expedition. What happened makes Zhu Di feel very bad.
He summoned Yao Guangxiao and Yang Xuan into the palace to discuss the repeated rebellion in Jiaozhi.
"I have already told you about Jiaozhi."
"Now tell me, what should we do?"
Zhu Di put his hands on his hips and looked at the two of them.
"Your Majesty, as a poor monk, I still need to teach you more."
Yao Guang is filial.
"Enlightenment, enlightenment, if enlightenment is effective, will they still rebel again and again?"
Zhu Di said dissatisfied.
"I think Ming Dynasty is too kind."
"Kill them all and we'll be fine."
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