After his father was taken out of Nangong and became emperor again, the characteristic of the Ming Dynasty was that there were many rebels, both private and official.
Cao Qin's Rebellion was another disgraceful incident that trampled my father's face on the ground. In a way, it was the funniest rebellion. Such a funny rebellion was also related to Zhu Qizhen. His second career as emperor added to the laughter.
Zhu Jianshen looked at Cao Qin with a smile on his face: "Go to the Fujian Navy to learn your skills and be able to stay with Eunuch Cao in the future, not only to fulfill your filial piety but also to serve the country."
Although Cao Qin's face was full of impatience when Cao Jixiang said it, Cao Qin did not dare to show any dissatisfaction when His Majesty the Emperor said it, and hurriedly responded: "Yes, Your Majesty."
After talking to Cao Qin, Zhu Jianshen ignored him and took Zhang Bao and Cao Jixiang for a walk here.
It was a complete relaxation of myself.
Half an hour later, Cao Jixiang knelt down to see Zhu Jianshen off. When Zhu Jianshen walked to the carriage, Cao Jixiang stood up, but Cao Qin behind him had a smile on his face: "Dad, what kind of treasure is this? Your Majesty is here." look."
"This is what I found after wandering thousands of miles and risking my life. To me, it is much more valuable than those gold, silver and jewelry."
Cao Qin frowned after hearing this. He didn't agree with the fact that it was more valuable than gold, but he wouldn't ask for trouble and make his father unhappy at this time.
Zhu Jianshen returned to the carriage and was about to return to the palace. He asked the palace maid who had been guarding the carriage: "Has Concubine An come back?"
The palace maid hurriedly responded: "Your Majesty, Concubine An has not gotten out of the car."
After Zhu Jianshen heard this, he was a little surprised. After getting on the carriage, he looked at Yang Yu'er sitting next to him: "Why don't you go down and relax."
Yang Yu'er lowered her head and replied: "Your Majesty, it is a great grace for you to take me out of the palace to play. I understand etiquette and dare not get out of the car easily and cause trouble for Your Majesty."
In Yang Yuer's view, her life was not as valuable as the child in her arms. Even if she really wanted to go out and play, she was afraid that something would go wrong.
After Zhu Jianshen listened, he just nodded and said nothing more.
With a shout from Zhang Bao, the convoy began to return to the capital.
After reaching the official road, Zhu Jianshen and Yang Yu'er boarded the Tianzi Jiujia again, and the bumps were even less.
It was already evening when we returned to the capital.
The shops along the road were closed early, and the people on both sides of the road were also relocated for a short time.
When he arrived at the gate of the palace, Zhu Jianshen helped Yang Yu'er get off the Nine Heavens.
Zhu Jianshen was not in a hurry to enter the palace, but looked towards the sky.
After the sunset on the horizon faded, the back of the huge city turned into silver-gray. The milky white cooking smoke coming out of the homes of the people in the capital blended with the gray twilight mist, seeming to cover the walls, roof ridges, and street entrances with a thin layer of smoke. Cellophane makes them looming and floating.
The capital, the center of power in the Ming Dynasty, has been peaceful for decades. The children who experienced the defense of Beijing in the 14th year of Zhengtong have also grown up...
After Zhu Jianshen returned to the palace, he got the imperial edict written for him by the Chief of Ceremonies, read it for a while, and then handed it over to Zhang Bao for sealing and sent it to Shi Biao and Zhao Fu Guzhou City in North Korea.
Compared with Beijing City, Xiangyang City at this time is a different scene.
The streets were filled with exiled old, weak, women and children, and those in their prime were not allowed to enter the city.
Several cleanly dressed people were walking on the street. The leader was Ma Decao, the prefect of Xiangyang. In addition, they were all officials from various states and counties in Xiangyang Prefecture.
These people looked at the children and old people on the street, and their faces were not good-looking.
The more than 400,000 people in Xiangyang have not had a good year since the ninth year of Chenghua. In the ninth year of Chenghua, there was waterlogging and grain production decreased. In the tenth year of Chenghua, there was drought and no harvest. Before, they relied on mountains and water. I can still live by tightening my belt, and I hope to make a turnaround in the 11th year of Chenghua. But this year, things still go against my wishes. At this time, the landlords have no room to spare, and more than 100,000 people have no food rations. , left his hometown and became a refugee.
"Master Magistrate, now, Master Chief Secretary, Master Governor, what are the regulations? If the government treasuries don't make arrangements to open the government, then all the people will either run away or starve to death," a young county magistrate said. He asked.
Ma Decao turned his head and glanced at the young man: "Isn't it possible for subordinates like us to guess what your lords think? They must have regulations."
"Humph, as far as I know, Shi Heng, the Marquis of Wuyang, led his army through Jiangxia (Wuchang). The adults are busy entertaining for their own future, so how can they care about our Xiangyang? Sir, please give the order, otherwise Xiangyang Hundreds of porridge shacks are out of food. If the people all run into the ravines, this matter will not be a big deal." The young county magistrate said angrily, he had long been dissatisfied.
After hearing this, Ma Zicao stopped, turned his head and looked at the young man, and said coldly: "Young people, don't be too arrogant. Adults have difficulties. It's nothing to just rely on enthusiasm." It can't be done."
The young man snorted coldly, and when he wanted to say something else, he was blocked by the people around him.
This young county magistrate is called Zhao Huaian. He is from Suzhou and his family has a lot of money. After winning the imperial examination, he stayed in Yingtian Mansion for two years and then was sent to Xiangyang as the county magistrate. When he first came here, he was in Chenghua In nine years, I also had a complete view of the Huguang government's way of doing things.
When Chenghua suffered the first disaster in the ninth year, the officials did not tell the truth in order to save their own futures. They thought that things would be better the next year, but the second year was still not good. The officials still took chances. Nor did he tell the truth.
This year, during the autumn harvest, there should have been a showdown, but the governor of Huguang, an official who had come down from the capital, felt that His Majesty the Emperor was getting married, and if he told the whole situation in Huguang, he would be discrediting the Ming Dynasty, so it was delayed. , missed the last opportunity to confess.
Originally, Huguang had its own way of dealing with it. It first misappropriated food from the treasury to help Xiangyang tide over this crisis. But trouble happened again. Shi Heng led his troops to Yunnan, and a war was about to begin. Those high-ranking officials began to be afraid again. Well, what if the imperial court wants to use grain and transport it to Yunnan this year? The affairs of Kaifu have begun to swing left and right.
There is still one month left until the end of the new year. For the people of Xiangyang, this is destined to be the most difficult year to get through.
The children on the street opened their eyes and looked at the officials passing by them, full of curiosity.
A naughty six-year-old boy looked at these people and wanted to get up and ask for something to eat, but was held back by his mother.
"Don't act like crazy, save some energy, and you can wait in line a few more times tomorrow."
The child looked at his mother, nodded, and whispered, "Zhi Niu'er, grandma."
And Ma Decao led many officials back to the prefect's Yamen. After some discussions, it was finally decided to reduce the eighteen porridge sheds outside the city to six. This way, the porridge would be cooked less and the rice could last longer. sky.
After Zhao Huaian heard this, he couldn't believe his ears. Eighteen were not enough, and now they have been reduced to twelve. This clearly meant that the person who asked the question would be starved to death, and there would be no problem...
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