Zhu Pingjian's Shizifu is in the northwest corner of the Shu Palace, so it is also called the West Mansion by the palace people.

The prince of the vassal king was officially canonized by the imperial court and had a valuable status, so there was also a main hall in Xifu, and the specifications were roughly the same as those of the county king. The top of the palace of the heavy eaves rest mountain, five rooms and nine frames. The interior of the palace is Danbi, and the throne is in the middle, but it is much smaller than the throne in the Fengtian Hall of the Forbidden City (changed to the Taihe Hall in the Manchu Dynasty) and the Shu Wangfu Carrying Palace, and the treasure platform in the main hall is also omitted into a step. The east and west sides of the main hall are separated from the main hall to form two pavilions, east and west, which are connected to the main hall by two wide hanging flower gates. Eat and sleep in the East Pavilion, and relax and entertain in the West Pavilion. The east and west pavilions are divided into various functional plans. The entire hall, nearly 1,000 square meters, all belongs to Zhu Pingjin alone.

Under the south window in the west pavilion, there is a large lacquered desk of nanmu. The top is inlaid with jade and raden, and the lacquer is bright and smooth because it has been repainted and polished not long ago. Behind the desks are long rows of bookshelves filled with stacks of books. This is where Zhu Pingjing reads on weekdays.

The sky outside is dim, and the window paper covers a lot, and the pavilion is naturally dark. The two palace maids approached quietly, and one picked up a hot tea from the lacquer plate and gently rested it on the table; Another person drew a fire from the palace lamp, lit the candles on the lampstands at the four corners of the room, and re-covered the lanterns. The palace maid's movements were very light, but the change in light still woke up Zhu Pingjian, who was deep in thought in front of the desk.

Seeing the palace maid carefully withdraw, Zhu Pingjin glanced at Cao Sanbao, who was waiting with his head down, and did not speak.

Since it is a soul piercing, the body is of course the former owner's. This body is about one meter five or six tall, not tall or short, neither fat nor thin. Sichuan people are generally short, for a teenager whose registration age (imaginary age) is less than fifteen, he is considered tall, and he will grow with age in the future. At the beginning of Zhu Pingjin's crossing, he was naturally cautious, for fear that he would miss something and be treated as an impostor. Since the day before yesterday, he went to the temple to bow to his father Zhu Zhishu and accepted the visit of a group of dignitaries in Sichuan as the son of Shu, Zhu Pingjin is no longer too worried about his own goofs. This world is a hierarchical society, except for the parents who are qualified to doubt themselves, who dares to have a superfluous mind in front of these slaves? Because of this suspicion, according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, it is "separation and kissing", which should be the crime of ethnic punishment!

The union of the souls into one brought about the knowledge of the next three hundred years. Guo Dongfeng's "Jiashen Three Hundred Years Sacrifice" has been studied by almost all party members and cadres, and Zhu Pingjin is no exception. He calculated from the beginning of the Jiashen Tianchang that the thirteenth year of Chongzhen was the year of Gengchen, the year of Xinsi, the fifteenth year of Chongzhen was the year of Renwu, the sixteenth year of Chongzhen was the last year of Gui, and the seventeenth year of Chongzhen was the year of Jiashen. Li Zicheng entered Beijing, and Zhang Xianzhong slaughtered Sichuan, which was at the beginning of Jiashen. Zhu Pingjin counted several times with his fingers, and finally determined the era he was currently in: the thirteenth year of Chongzhen was 1640 A.D. As for the day of the month of the Western calendar, there is no comparison point for the conversion standard of the Chinese and Western calendars, Zhu Pingjin sighs that he can't do anything. However, this did not bother Zhu Pingjin at all, because he had quickly adapted to the new time standard system, and consciously and voluntarily switched to the lunar calendar that the grassroots people of the Ming Dynasty liked to see to calculate the number of days.

I still have more than three years to change my fate!

But where to start to change your fate? You must know that a feudal ban regulation of the imperial court firmly imprisoned the prince of a feudal kingdom like Zhu Pingjin in a luxurious palace.

Today's Shu Shizi Zhu Pingjian is about the same as a pig raised in a five-star hotel!

The warm West Pavilion, dark as a deep forest, quiet as an empty mountain, provides the owner here with the best space to plot a conspiracy.

Zhu Pingjin picked up the tea bowl from the tea tray, slowly brushed off the floating tea pieces with the lid, and took a deep breath of the tea collected by the lid in his nose before taking a sip.

Autumn tea. Years of work experience in the agency immediately helped Zhu Pingjin make a judgment.

"Autumn tea?" Cao Sanbao came over to pick up the teacup, and Zhu Pingjin asked casually.

"Shizi Ye is really a good memory!" Cao Sanbao hurriedly praised, "The green tea in spring, especially before the Ming Dynasty, has the best texture, but it is too old at this time to taste heavy, and it is easy to run out of flavor." This is the nectar from Mengding Mountain in autumn, which is produced in their own village and sent to the house for the masters to taste. Drink autumn tea in winter to nourish your stomach with freshness. The princess arranged it, Fushun, Taiping, Shiquan, Neijiang, Qingfu, Deyang, and several county palaces, and they picked up the good ones and sent them to a few hundred catties. I heard from the little ones that this year's tea mountain was in a great drought and there was a lack of rain, and even the ancient well on the mountain that never dried up (Note 1) has bottomed out. The steward of the village urged the village to carry water from the bottom of the mountain to water the trees, so that it was easy to save this year's harvest. The small ones also said that this year's tea in Chengdu, Qiongzhou, Yazhou and Jiazhou is fine, and the tea in Xufu and Luzhou was first drought, and then it was a thief, and most of the year's harvest was lost. When the harvest is less, the market price is expensive, and now the tea and horse markets in Songpan and Dajian Furnace (Note 2) are very good. The little ones said that if the gentlemen said yes, they would ask Zhuang Shang to send some more next year......"

Don't forget, Yan Shifan, the son of Yan Song's pit father, has made a list of rich people in the Ming Dynasty, and the first place is the Shu Wangfu! So he was envious and jealous and hated: The wealth of the world is no better than the Shu Domain! And he is the young owner of the richest man in the Ming Dynasty!

Figuring out one's own family situation is equivalent to figuring out a fraction of the provincial situation, and only then can there be a basis and starting point for formulating all current and future policies and measures! Zhu Pingjin remained silent and pondered secretly.

"The prince of Mengdingshan hasn't been there yet, has he? The princess sent a slave maid to go there once in the early years, and there was a temple of the tea god Lu Yu on the mountain. This temple is said to be perennially incense, and the surrounding tea farmers believe in it. On this day, tea making started from Mengding Mountain. The tea of Shu is the first in the world; The tea of Mengding Mountain is the first in Shudi. It is said that during the Song Dynasty, this Mengding Mountain could collect one or two million stone of tea every year...... "Cao Sanbao felt that the master was in a better mood, and he had the obligation to continue to maintain it, so he let go of the conversation box and volunteered to introduce the famous places and benefits around Mengding Mountain to Zhu Pingjin."

Tea! Mengding Mountain, which produces tea! A flame exploded in Zhu Pingjin's mind.

Cao Sanbao gushed endlessly, and Zhu Pingjin nodded from time to time very cooperatively, which made Cao Sanbao's tense nerves relax. So Zhu Pingjin inadvertently interjected and asked about the road from Mengding Mountain to Yazhou.

The sudden question made Cao Sanbao stunned for a moment. But then he replied that he had inspected Wangzhuang at the behest of the prince, and that Zhuangzi, who had gone farthest, was still twenty or thirty miles away from Yazhou, and had never been to Yazhou City. It was still easy to walk along the way, but he remembered that after Qiongzhou, the road became wide and narrow, and it was difficult for the two cars to make mistakes in the narrow places, and the road surface was uneven and potholes. There are occasional rolling rocks on the mountain......

When Cao Sanbao answered the question, Zhu Pingjin paid attention to his tone and demeanor.

"It's not lying, it's trustworthy. Everything is attentive, the memory is good, and the narrative is clearly organized. The disadvantage is that the aura is insufficient, and he can't suppress his subordinates. Zhu Pingjin made a preliminary conclusion, "So he can be trusted, but his subordinates may not be able to be trusted." ”

This road must be accurately surveyed! Zhu Pingjin thought, this is his own way out!

He remembers that when he was a child, he had seen a pirated book at a small street stall on the side of the road, which was quite thin. The tattered cover, the yellowed pages, the name is "Zhang Xianzhong Tu Shu Ji". It seems to be said in the book that Butcher Zhang hit Ya'an at most (Note 3). There are two roads from Ya'an to Tibet, one road to Tianquan and the other road to Lushan, and the connection point is Feixian Pass. There were many passes near Feixian Pass, and it was here that the Sichuan army led by Fan Ha'er (Note 4) blocked Zhang Guotao and forced the four front armies to cross the grassland. It can be seen that the terrain around Ya'an is very good, and it is an excellent defensive zone. If Zhang Xianzhong calls, he can resist for a while. There are Tianquan, Lushan, Baoxing, and heavy mountains behind Ya'an, and it should not be difficult to hide two people. From Ya'an to the west is Luding, and the Dadu Bridge is cold and ...... From Ya'an to the south, it began to enter the Yi district. Zhang Xianzhong, the Yi people welcome you, hum......

This is your own way out, but it is also your own way in! Zhu Pingjin thought again. If something happens, it's also a great place to train and hide soldiers!

Everything has to be laid out quickly. The layout is completed, at least one or two years before it takes effect, I don't know how much the effect is, whether I can save my life. However, no matter how many things Zhu Pingjin had in his head, he still couldn't suppress the fierce and tall shadow.

Walk on two legs and hit people with two hands! Zhu Pingjin suppressed the impetuousness and boredom in his heart and made up his mind.

The first thing is to find my wife! The prince's mansion has been checked, but there is no trace of his wife!

Note 1: This well is still on Mengding Mountain.

Note 2: That is, the old name of Kangding.

Note 3: In fact, Zhang Xianzhong hit as far as Lushan County.

Note 4: Fan Pengju, nicknamed Fan Ha'er. The general of the Sichuan Army of the Republic of China, one of the commanders of the Battle of Mengdingshan, has memoirs.