Chapter 35 Desheng Gate

Empress Xu gradually fell asleep, and after half an hour, Zhang Zhaohua still didn't dare to put down the medicine bowl in his hand, because Queen Xu couldn't sleep all night with a cough, and her face was full of exhaustion from coughing and unable to sleep. Liu Guan couldn't cure the cough disease, so he could only increase the dose of sleeping in the medicine, and after drinking two bowls in a row, Queen Xu really fell asleep.

Zhang Zhaohua squatted on the pedal, she didn't know what she was thinking, until a few palace people came up and helped her up lightly.

"Call the stewards of the inner officials and the royal eunuchs. Zhang Zhaohua sat in the side hall and commanded.

After a few eunuchs came over, Zhang Zhaohua said, "Can you build a street in Beijing Deshengmen in a month?"

These people were all stunned, and they looked at each other for a long time and said, "Niangniang, how can you build it?"

Zhang Zhaohua said: "Liu Bang's father lived in Liyang Palace, sullen, so Liu Bang was in Liyi, south of Liyang Palace, completely imitating the appearance of Fengyi, and built a community of old things and old scenes, called 'Xinfeng'. ”

Not only that, Liu Bang also moved all the old residents of Fengyi, the streets and alleys of Xinfeng, the pillars of the houses, the scenery and scenery are all the same, and the residents who migrated here, together with the intersection, all know their own homes. Not only can people find their old homes, but also those dogs, sheep, chickens and ducks who moved with their masters, and they put them on the road, and they even know their own homes.

"Craftsman Hu Kuan," Zhang Zhaohua said: "Build Xinfeng, get 100 catties of gold." I also said to you, as long as it is built, each of you will also reward a hundred taels of gold. ”

"Niangniang, this is difficult," said one of the stewards, "where is it built? Where do the slaves and maids assign craftsmen? If the emperor knows, what will the slaves and maids say?"

"Built outside the Dong'an Gate," Zhang Zhaohua said categorically: "The craftsman will call the resident craftsman of Yingyangwei, and when the time comes, he will give your prince a warrant, and you will show it to the governor's mansion, and the resident craftsman will serve for thirty days at full capacity, and I will pay them three times the salary." Yes, I paid all the money that should be built, and I didn't go to the Ministry of Works, nor did I go to the internal funds. ”

Because at this time, craftsmen were divided into three types: military craftsmen, resident craftsmen, and shift craftsmen, and the military craftsmen were managed by the Metropolitan Department of the Guards and the Ordnance Bureau, and the resident craftsmen were located in Gyeonggi and had to serve for ten days a month, while the shift craftsmen lived in their hometowns and served once every four years for three months each time, and the rest of the time was at their disposal. Now all the military craftsmen have gone to Beijing to build a palace, and the shift craftsmen have not yet arrived to serve, so Zhang Zhaohua can only call the sitting craftsmen.

Zhang Zhaohua was very concerned about this project, personally supervised it, rushed to work day and night, and finally in a month's time, according to her wishes, Beiping Deshengmen Street was originally made.

The people who were originally in Dong'anmen had been properly resettled, and Zhang Zhaohua asked Zhang Sheng's fleet to send all the residents of Deshengmen Street to Nanjing, and everyone was surprised to see the exact same residence.

It was impossible for Ji Gang not to know that the craftsman had rebuilt the Donghua Gate so magnificently, but he heard that this was an edict from the East Palace, so he didn't dare to make any moves for the time being.

"Milk," Brother Chun carefully showed the painting he had just drawn to Queen Xu: "Look at the picture I painted!"

Brother Chun'er's painting skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and he is no longer as illegible as he was when he was a child, and Queen Xu can see clearly that it is a naughty little tiger lying on the back of a big tiger.

Empress Xu smiled and said, "A litter of tigers, isn't it?"

"We are all tigers," Brother Chun said, "so the milk has to carry me, let's go back to the mountains together!"

"Yes, the tiger is returning to the mountains and forests," Queen Xu nodded and said, "Ahem, so Da Lang wants to go back to Beiping?"

"Milk," Brother Chun jumped up: "Do you want to go back to Beiping?"

Empress Xu chuckled and nodded, and then Brother Chun'er said happily: "Milk, I'll turn you into a Beiping!"

Queen Xu always responded to his needs, and was dragged by Brother Chun, but just pestered her to go out to play together, so Queen Xu really changed her clothes and walked out of the palace gate holding hands.

"Oh, our eldest man wants to play in the market," Empress Xu couldn't help but smile as she watched Brother Chun'er take her in the direction of Donghua Gate: "Dong'an Gate-"

She saw a different Dong'anmen.

"Milk, this is not Dong'anmen," Brother Chun shouted happily: "This is Deshengmen!"

All the streets, so many people, the proprietress of the fish shop barbed her neck and bargained with the men, the old man with the hoop bucket smacked his lips and greeted the customers who came up, and the door of the largest Zhen Gu Hall, after the guy accidentally broke a porcelain bowl, the shopkeeper shouted angrily. Bustling, shoulder to shoulder.

The earth-shattering cheers had already come from afar, and Queen Xu opened her eyes wide and couldn't help but say, "Flying Swallowβ€”β€”"

On the large bamboo pole covered with red and green satin, there was a thin and small young man playing skills on it, up and down, attracting the applause of the people on the inner and outer three floors.

"What a flying swallow...... Okay...... One more trick!"

Everyone applauded, and the bamboo pole became higher and higher, and the flying swallows on it stood upside down for a while, rotated for a while, and even stood high on one foot, making the layers of people look at it and exclaim again and again, and the cheers resounded through the market.

"Feiyanzi, dare you turn around!" On the window on the second floor of the tea house, Tingting was a young girl, but the words she said were not like her face at all.

"The spicy goods of the Chen family, I'm afraid you're coming, how much do you fight?" The young man on the bamboo pole was not afraid of her.

"Consistent!" the girl pointed at him with a fan: "Fight or not!"

"Shiguan," the young man said happily, "take out all the money you pressed at the bottom of the box!"

"Wow!" the girl immediately untied the bag around her waist and threw it down: "Here you go! If you can't turn it over, our neighbors will watch it, but you will give me twenty times!"

So the young man struggled lightly, and he actually soared more than two meters into the air at once, and spun round with his legs in the air - the market was suddenly filled with hoarse cheers.

Empress Xu looked at those who should live and work in peace and contentment in Beiping in disbelief, and appeared in front of her one by one.

All the street scenes, the familiar crowds, and the bustling voices are all the Beiping she remembers, exactly the same as when she left five years ago - some people even recognize her: "Niangniang!"

The crowd parted on both sides, and let the young man on the pole come over, he stretched out a hand, and the hat in his hand was full of copper coins, "Niangniang, Feiyan asks you for good luck!"

Queen Xu lowered her head, she untied the bag on her body, but did not stuff the bag into Feiyanzi's hand, but stuffed it into the little girl who was biting her finger behind Feiyanzi: "Good girl, make a dowry in the future and marry a good husband." ”

The crowd shouted again, and they shouted at one end: "His Royal Highness King Yan!

King Yan sat on the horse, every time he fought and returned from victory, everyone hugged Queen Xu and stepped forward, and King Yan couldn't help but grab her hand: "My good princess!"

There are as many stories as there are years to connect them.