Zhu Yunwen was looking forward to Zheng He's voyage. With the map he provided, as long as it did not encounter extreme sea conditions, the Ming fleet would definitely be able to reach the Arabian Peninsula.
There is no time for Zheng He to continue his seven voyages to the West. This voyage has completely trained his talents. The corn, potatoes, and potatoes in the Americas are all waiting for him to dig. It is boring to travel back and forth to the West...
Without obtaining high-yielding crops, it would be impossible for the population to increase significantly. If there is a slight flood or drought, the land will be starved. This is not what the Ming Dynasty looked like in its prosperous period.
No matter how much the price is paid, no matter how many ships and people are sacrificed, Zhu Yunwen must let them get the potatoes and potatoes back.
If the weather is good, how much wheat and rice will be produced per acre?
Three stones, four hundred and fifty kilograms, unprecedented. Counting four stones at most, it is only six hundred kilograms.
But as for potatoes and potatoes, one acre of land can yield three to four thousand kilograms, five or six times more than wheat and rice!
With these two things, people will not starve to death in times of famine.
In Zhu Yunwen's view, the fundamental problem of the Ming Dynasty was the problem of filling one's stomach. Everything was done in order to have food, eat well, and have one more meal. If you can provide most people with three meals a day, then you will be the soup of Yao, Shun, and Yu...
You must know that the people at this time basically "don't eat after noon". Don't believe that "not eating after noon" is what health care is. If you find the people of the Ming Dynasty and praise them for not eating after noon and paying attention to health, they will I'll beat you to death with a shovel.
I can’t even open the pot without looking at it. Where is there so much food? I want to have dinner after lunch, but there is none!
If you dare to make fun of others, I won't hit anyone but you.
Who doesn’t want to eat three meals a day? The key is to have enough to eat...
Zhu Yunwen was imagining the wonderful life of beef stewed with potatoes when Shuangxi came over and said, "Your Majesty, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. The Queen sent someone to ask if there are some princesses from the capital who need to be entertained."
Zhu Yunwen didn't react for a moment and asked: "What are they doing at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet? Isn't it nice for each of them to spend time with their own families?"
Shuangxi reminded: "But Your Majesty, King Yan is in Beiping, King Liao and King Min are in Taicang Prefecture, and King Dai is in Shanxi..."
Zhu Yunwen understood, thought for a while, and said: "Since we are a family, let's get together. By the way, let's invite the Zhu Feng family of the former King of Zhou and the Chang Feng family of Zheng Guogong."
"ah?"
Shuangxi was surprised.
Zhu Yunwen waved his hand, indicating that Shuangxi was fine and not to disturb his random thoughts.
Shuangxi quickly ran to the harem and told the news to Queen Ma Enhui.
After hearing this, Ma Enhui sighed: "The Emperor is very tolerant, and I can't wait to see him. In that case, I will go to the Zongren Mansion in person to invite Mrs. Zhu Feng."
"Absolutely not. Then how can Mrs. Feng be invited by the queen?"
Shuangxi hurriedly advised.
Ma Enhui stood up, told her maid Yinxiu to prepare the phoenix chariot, and said to Shuangxi: "The emperor's intention is very clear. The former Zhou king was guilty. That is his crime and does not affect others. Besides, Feng Sheng, the Duke of Song Dynasty, fought in the north and south, and for Ming Dynasty has made great contributions, but now we only have two daughters left in the world. If you can be kind, just be kind."
Feng Sheng was the most unjust founding general who died. At least there was a crime for others to die, even if it was an unfounded and intentional crime. However, Feng Sheng had no crime and was directly forced to death by Zhu Yuanzhang.
Ma Enhui doesn't want to mention the grievances of the older generation again, but as this generation, if you can eliminate a little resentment, just eliminate it.
Zongren Mansion.
Concubine Feng, the former king of the Zhou Dynasty, was weaving. Next to her were three concubines, Ni Miaoding, Yang Miaoxiu and Mu Miaofu. There was wool hanging to dry on the side. Zhu Youdun, Zhu Youxuan, Zhu Youjuan and others were studying inside.
There is nothing to do if you don't study. Although Zhu Yunwen did not implicate his family because of Zhu Xi's affairs, he still "imprisoned" them and only allowed them to move within the clan's mansion.
There was movement outside the door, Feng looked around
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They didn't even look at it. They were either ridiculing their own officials or their own eunuchs and maids. They were already used to it.
Bang.
The wooden gourd fell to the ground, and a gourd of water spread out.
Feng frowned slightly and said to Mu Miaofu: "Continue to do our work and try to change some charcoal before winter this year. The child is still young and cannot withstand the cold."
Mu Miaofu's legs were trembling a little and he knelt down quickly. Ni Miaoding and Yang Miaoxiu also saw the person clearly and knelt down quickly.
Feng noticed something, stood up slowly, turned around and saw Ma Enhui standing not far away, looking at her. Her heart tightened, and she quickly knelt down and shouted: "The guilty people bow to the queen."
Ma Enhui stepped forward, looked at the old-fashioned textile machine in front of her, and frowned: "Is this the kind of textile machine you use to weave wool thread?
Feng didn't raise her head and said, "Back to the queen, yes."
Ma Enhui stretched out her hand and touched the threads. They were quite strong and not inferior to the new textile machines. However, the efficiency was too slow and they could not produce much wool thread in one day.
"Get up."
Ma Enhui walked aside and looked at the leftovers on a low table. There were only half a hard steamed bun, a plate of blackened pickles, and nothing else.
Feng and others stood up, panicking.
Ma Enhui glanced at Yinxiu, and Yinxiu stepped forward with the tray in front of Mrs. Feng.
Feng looked at Ma Enhui in confusion, but did not reach out to lift the cloth on the tray.
Ma Enhui said calmly: "Open it and take a look."
Feng then reached out and took away the cloth. There were only two items on the tray, ten taels of gold and a land deed.
"This is?"
Feng was even more confused.
Could it be that the queen planned to commit suicide by swallowing gold and had specifically designated an address? But if you commit suicide by swallowing gold, I haven’t heard that you really swallowed gold...
Ma Enhui stepped forward and said: "This land deed was purchased by me in the capital. It is enough for all of you to live in. As for these ten taels of gold, you can take it to the Royal Central Bank and exchange it for hundreds of coins. Although it is not much, it is Just save some flowers and it will be enough for you to survive the winter."
Feng, Ni Miaoding, Yang Miaoxiu and others looked at each other and couldn't believe it.
Feng quickly asked: "Queen, what mistake did Youju make? I am willing to make amends for him."
Ma Enhui smiled bitterly and shook her head, saying: "Don't think too much. The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and I want to entertain all the princesses. The emperor has given permission. Of course, Concubine Feng is also invited."
"I?"
Feng couldn't believe that she was a guilty person, how could she attend the royal family's Mid-Autumn Festival banquet?
Ma Enhui took Feng's hand, looked into those vicissitudes of life, and said seriously: "Let everything pass, live a good life in the future, and don't complain anymore."
Feng immediately burst into tears, and so did the others.
it's over.
Whether it was the grudges between the Feng family and the Zhu family, or the grudges between the Zhu family and the Feng family, they were all over.
After Ma Enhui left the clan's mansion, Yinxiu asked with some worry: "Queen, the emperor only said to invite Feng to the banquet, but did not ask them to leave the clan's mansion. If the emperor knew about it, wouldn't it be..."
Ma Enhui lamented and said: "The guests at the banquet are all guests, and there are no sinners. Since they are not sinners, why do they still stay in the clan mansion? The emperor has already given permission, but you didn't hear it."
Feng and Zhu Youdun moved and lived in a large mansion in the capital.
As the former royal concubine of the Zhou Dynasty, Feng was also the daughter of the Duke of Song Dynasty. During her stay in the Zongren Mansion, it was her support that kept the Zhou family from starving to death. She was the well-deserved head of the Zhou family.
"From now on, Zhu Youdou will be in charge of this family."
Feng handed over power simply and concisely.
Zhu Youdou wanted to refuse, but couldn't resist Feng.
Feng's reason is very good. Zhu Youdun is the eldest son of King Zhu Ji of Zhou and the oldest male. You don't care about anything.
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do what? What's the use of spending all day immersed in reading, secretly writing some vile words to insinuate people of the Zhu family, and drawing a circle in my heart to curse Zhu Yunwen.
Life is the most important thing. It should be your responsibility. You must take it up. Otherwise, how can you still rely on the current King of Zhou, Zhu Youhuang?
Hearing Zhu Youyi's name, Zhu Youdou immediately gritted his teeth. Although he didn't curse out loud, his mouth kept opening and closing.
"Ah sneeze!"
Zhu Youyou sniffed sadly and felt a little cold. He raised the wine bottle in his hand and drank from it. Only a few drops of wine fell into his mouth. He couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "It will become empty in the end, just a dream."
Walking in the lonely and dark Prince Zhou's Mansion, Zhu Youyi was filled with pain.
This used to be the most prosperous place in Kaifeng Mansion, with many officials and families, and bright lights day and night. But now, everything is gone, gone!
Although Zhu Yunwen gave himself the title of King of Zhou, he took away everything he had.
Without the guards and officials, even the salary is pitiful.
When I returned to Kaifeng, I suffered discrimination.
Qitai and Jingqing do not regard themselves as princes, and even the common people do not regard themselves as princes. Even the women in the Red Mansion who used to flatter them have changed their faces and are afraid to avoid them!
"Wine, I want to drink!"
Zhu Youxuan shouted.
The sound echoed in the empty courtyard, and no one could be seen in the distance.
"Come on, come on!"
Zhu Youyi shouted loudly.
After a long time, an elderly servant came over with a jug of wine in his hand and persuaded him: "Your Majesty, this is the last bottle of wine. If you drink any more, it will be gone."
"roll!"
Zhu Youhuo took the wine bottle and drank from it.
A bright moon rises from the east, its dim yellow light quietly illuminating this desolate and silent courtyard.
Gudong, Gudong.
Zhu Youyi's Adam's apple kept trembling, and he raised the jug higher and higher, until finally, when there was no more wine, he threw the jug out with his hand, looked at the bright moon, and shouted: "The bright moon is also my enemy." Is it? During the Mid-Autumn Festival, thousands of families are reunited, but I am alone? Haha, hahaha, you all lied to me!"
"At least, I didn't lie to you."
A light voice came into Zhu Youxuan's ears.
Zhu Youyi heard a very familiar voice and looked around quickly. There was neither here nor there. When he turned around, he saw a woman dressed in red. Under the bright moon, she looked like a newlywed bride, peerless and charming.
"Mo'er, is that you?"
Zhu Youyi wanted to run over, but the alcohol had paralyzed his figure, his staggering steps were too messy, and he fell to the ground suddenly.
Mo'er hurriedly stepped forward and was about to reach out to help Zhu Youyi, but she heard Zhu Youyi smile bitterly, looked at herself and said: "I heard that people can see the people they want to see when they are drunk. Is it true? ?I don’t want to wake up from this dream.”
"What if this isn't a dream?"
Mo'er leaned over and gently touched Zhu Youyao's face with her cold hands.
Zhu Youyi trembled all over, and quickly stretched out his hand to grab Mo'er's hand, shouting: "Mo'er, is it really you? Are you back?"
Mo'er nodded heavily, tears flashing in her eyes, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I left without saying goodbye."
Zhu Youhuo stood up quickly, held Mo'er in his arms, and exerted great force, as if he wanted to integrate the soft and fragrant body in front of him into his own. With a bit of sadness, he said: "No, I want to It's my fault that I didn't find you. Mo'er, please don't leave me again, okay?"
Feeling the familiar smell, Mo'er nodded and said, "I want to be your Princess Zhou."
Zhu Youhuo loosened his hands slightly, looked at Mo'er's tearful face, and said softly: "You know, King Zhou is just a false name, and I have no guards or servants."
"I know."
Mo'er only replied lightly, and a stream of tears fell on the ground.
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