"Bandits are rampant, but there are no usable soldiers in the county. The soldiers' armor has been damaged for a long time and has many ulcers. The soldiers have been short of food and pay for a long time, and they have no fighting spirit..."
"...Even around the county, thieves are rampant and the people are in dire straits. Businessmen are all avoiding it. The post road to Jingfeng has been in disrepair for hundreds of miles. It is dilapidated everywhere. There is no one in sight.
Traders would rather take a detour than settle down here. It is a miserable situation. The merchants in the city are in dilapidated condition. The price of grain has soared, but the merchants who sell grain have closed their doors and disappeared..."
After reading this, Su Jin suddenly remembered something: "By the way, has that bastard named Wang paid his taxes this year?"
Su Gensheng smiled slightly: "Fuck it. Since you punished him severely last year and made him pay hundreds of thousands of dollars, he is now paying taxes honestly. This year he is still a large food payer in Fengyang County. Today I just ordered someone to send the banner to him."
Su Jin couldn't help but laugh out loud when he thought about the words "pioneer in collecting food" that he had mentioned in his own hand. He wondered if the man named Wang dared to say it.
"Okay, that's about it. My dear nephew, you can polish it up a bit while you watch. Uncle, I'm going to bed first!"
"Taohong, Taohong, have you prepared the ice basin for me?"
A clear female voice came from outside the door: "In reply to the master, according to the master's instructions, the ice basin will be placed in your bedroom before burning the incense stick."
"Okay~~I'll go too!"
Leaving Su Gensheng with a wry smile on his face and revising the memorial all night long, Su Jin wandered back to his bedroom.
Sitting at the large desk, he took out a book from the locked drawer and started reading with his head shaking.
The bright candlelight shone on the cover of the book, and the words "Friends of Military and Civilian Talents" were illuminated uncertainly.
After pretending to look at it for a few times, Su Jin couldn't help but let out a big yawn, then squatted down and moved the ice basin closer to the bed, casually took off his coat and threw it aside, then lay lazily on the bed. .
"Hey, I didn't expect that it's been three years in the blink of an eye, but why is this damn system still like that?"
Su Jin was an ordinary person in the third decade of the 21st century, with ordinary studies, ordinary work, ordinary life, and ordinary marriage.
Well, marriage is not ordinary.
He was the happiest moment in the wedding night. I don't know whether it was because he was too excited or because he drank too much wine, but he came here inexplicably.
It happened to an 'ordinary' Jinshi like him, an ordinary magistrate of a poor county.
My predecessor was also named Su Jin, and I also had a nice word - Shen Zhi, which means you have to be cautious in everything you do.
But I just don’t know, how could such a cautious and prudent guy just disappear?
Casually touching the ring finger of his left hand, where there was a faint trace of tattoo, Su Jin's consciousness suddenly flickered, and he returned to the place that he was very familiar with in the past three years, but which had not changed at all.
Su Jin didn't know if this was his 'travel benefit' or if it was a necessary golden finger for time travel immigrants. He only knew that when he first discovered this 'system', he looked like this.
It is more like a warehouse than a system, but currently the only room open to Su Jin is an office-like room.
Inside the warehouse, there were several tightly closed doors. Su Jin tried his best to open them all these years, so he had to give up.
The only thing I gained was these books that were on the desk in my office at that time.
"Barefoot Doctor's Handbook", "Friends of Dual-Use Talents", "Militia Military Training Handbook".
And a copy of "Teacher's Quotations". . .
Relying on these books, Su Jin managed to create a different Fengyang County in three years.
Unfortunately, I thought I could continue to unlock new warehouses, but there has been no change in the warehouse in the past three years, which made Su Jin suspect that those doors were just decorations.
Exiting the warehouse, Su Jin closed his eyes leisurely: "Forget it, forget it, for the present, let's find a way to survive the next few years. At least before Zhu Di takes over, he can't commit suicide...
But having said that, I have to send someone over to Magistrate Du this month, and I’m pointing him at hiding something for me..."
Thinking about these troubles, Su Jin fell into a deep sleep. He didn't know if he had returned to his own time in his dream, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Soon after, snoring broke out in the room, and tears flowed from the corners of his mouth.
"Hmm, wife, don't be impatient. I'll warm up first before you become your husband..."
This is an era without light pollution. The stars in the dark night sky shine on the sleeping Su Jin, and at the same time on the unfortunate old man in the Nanjing Imperial Palace.
Zhu Yuanzhang had a cold face, and his many years of imperial habits had made it impossible to tell any of his moods from his expression, but a trace of sadness showed in his eyes from time to time, reflecting his sad mood at this time.
His favorite son, the best heir to the Ming Empire in his heart, left him forever.
He was only thirty-seven years old. He was in the prime of life. Why did he leave like this?
Zhu Yuanzhang sometimes couldn't help but think that if he could die for him, he would be willing to do so, right?
But with Zhu Biao leaving, all these are just assumptions. There is still a problem before Zhu Yuanzhang - who should be chosen as the next successor of Ming Dynasty?
Ji'er? Di'er?
still...
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but frowned, and rubbed his increasingly sad forehead with his fingers: "Here comes someone."
"Your Majesty, my servant is here." An old eunuch about fifty years old hurried in from the door of the palace: "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"
Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at him and recognized Ma Zhongliang, his close servant. He slowly asked, "How is Wen'er doing lately?"
Ma Zhongliang thought for a while and replied in a low voice: "In reply to the emperor, after His Royal Highness left, the second master cried day and night. It has only gotten better these days, and he stopped early today."
Zhu Yuanzhang was noncommittal and suddenly thought of something: "Where are Xi'er and the others?"
"Third Master was seriously ill a few days ago. The imperial doctors took care of him, but he's fine."
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, feeling a little guilty for Zhu Yunxi.
The eldest grandson Zhu Xiongying died young, and Crown Princess Chang died of illness after giving birth to Zhu Yunxi. Unfortunately, this motherless child was brought up by Lu.
After Zhu Xiongying died in infancy, he was originally the real grandson, but later the position of the crown prince could not be idle. Zhu Biao helped the Lu family to be straightened up, and the second child Zhu Yunwen became the eldest grandson.
Although I was more optimistic about Zhu Yunwen, Wu Xun in Huaixi and the civil servants in eastern Zhejiang had been arguing endlessly.
Huaixi Wuxun believed that Zhu Yunxi was the real grandson, while civil servants in eastern Zhejiang believed that Zhu Yunwen was the orthodox one.
But what Zhu Yuanzhang cares about is not their origins, but their backgrounds.
Zhu Yunxi's biological mother, the former Crown Princess Zhu Biao, was the eldest daughter of Chang Yuchun. The relationship between his relatives was even more complicated, including his uncles Chang Sheng and Chang Mao, and his great-uncle Lan Yu...
Unable to help but rub his brow again, Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have made up his mind.
"If Heer is allowed to take power, will the Ming Dynasty belong to my Zhu family or theirs?"
Thinking about Zhu Yunxi's submissive temperament, Zhu Yuanzhang was even more unhappy.
Although he also knew that Zhu Yunxi lost his mother at birth and was brought up by the Lu family, and his temper was inevitably a bit cowardly, but thinking about it again, this was actually a good thing.
Cowardice means not fighting.
"Oh, I will just seal a good boundary for Xi'er in the future and let him live a good life."
Zhu Yuanzhang swept his eyes across the steps, and when he saw Ma Zhongliang looking like he was hesitating to speak, he snorted coldly: "If you have anything to say, tell us."
Ma Zhongliang smiled sarcastically and said in a low voice: "Back to your Majesty, the princess also suffered from cold a few days ago. She has been much better recently. She is always clamoring to see you, Your Majesty."
Thinking of Jiangdu Princess Zhu Lingxuan, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but smile.
Zhu Lingxuan is Zhu Biao's eldest daughter. She is gentle and virtuous, with a steady and solemn temperament. She has a fatherly style, which is especially popular with her.
"Well, go and tell Xuan'er that we will go see her after we finish these official duties and let her take good care of herself."
"My slave obeys the order."
After approving the memorial on the Long Case, Zhu Yuanzhang stretched and looked at the night outside, and suddenly felt extremely desolate and lonely.
"I don't know where Biao'er's soul has gone. Did he go back to his ancestral land to look for his grandfather? How about... let's take some time to go back to our ancestral land in the next few days to have a look?"
