The bright winter sun sprinkled evenly on the earth, and the sky in Luoyang was still the same as usual, cloudless. Outside the spacious Tianwang Hall of Ying'en Temple, there is a beautifully carved ash wood chair, the chair is covered with a cushion made of white animal skin, and the skin of the red fox is warmed by the sun. Zhu Yousong was half-lying on the chair with his eyes closed, in a good mood.

Shen Muhong really lived up to his trust, and in just three days, he completed the resettlement of tens of thousands of people. The young and strong men were selected and divided into two groups, taking turns to go to the Fuwang Mansion to expand the courtyard, and the remaining group built temporary sheds in the temple and went to the mountains to cut wood and get firewood; Women, young and old, stayed in the temple to boil water, cook, and sew clothes; Some craftsmen use the wood cut down by the young and strong laborers to make some simple furniture; In the counties of Langzhong, the sick people are treated; Those who are literate and literate are taught to read and write in the Drum Tower. Everything is in order, and they are developing in a good direction, just waiting for the next year to get better and return to their hometown.

Zhang Hao stood behind Zhu Yousong, and was talking about the difficulties encountered in the resettlement process, as well as how Mr. Shen was full of wisdom and settled them one by one. This little groom, who is not doing his job, with Zhu Yousong's acquiescence, follows Shen Muhong like a fart. Zhang Hao is a person close to the prince, and he is smart and witty, and very polite, and Shen Muhong is also happy to have this clever person to run errands and pass on words. In three days, Zhang Hao has become Shen Muhong's number one fan. By the way, Zhu Yousong also changed from awe to admiration, and the world looked at the eyes of other people, which is worthy of being a fine stone.

Zhu Yousong waved his hand and asked, "How are they doing, they didn't make trouble, right?" ”

"The prince can rest assured, Ci'en presided over and a few monks who supervised the temple, chanted and meditated in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion every day, except for the little monk who delivered food, he didn't talk to anyone, and he was very peaceful."

"That's good, after all, this Ying'en Temple was built for my grandmother, and it is the home temple of our palace, I heard that the great monk Ci'en knew his father when he was a teenager, and if he made a noise, his face would not look good."

Zhang Hao just wanted to say something, but after listening to Zhu Yousong's words, he swallowed the words back to his mouth. Although these great monks are honest, the little monks who are not imprisoned outside often cause trouble. Yesterday, when a few children were chasing and fighting, they accidentally ran into their monk's house, and they beat them out, and they showed no mercy to the children. Zhu Yousong closed his eyes and basked in the sun, not seeing his hesitant look, and did not doubt it.

"It's almost on the right track here, it's useless for us to stay here, let's go for a walk around Luoyang City today."

Zhang Hao turned around and was about to catch the car, but Zhu Yousong hurriedly stopped him and said, "It's still early today, let's just walk, this body has to be exercised." ”

Zhu Yousong is not on a whim, but has been examining his new body in the past few days. found that fortunately, the facial features are still quite delicate, but this is a problem of Zhu Yousong's identity, born in the deep palace, growing in the hands of women, unable to lift in the hands, and unable to resist on the shoulders. is still a nineteen-year-old boy, there is still room for growth, and the plasticity is relatively strong, otherwise this body will be a drag in troubled times sooner or later.

In Luoyang City, Zhu Yousong looked at the various small shops on both sides of the street with novelty, and there were all kinds of stalls on the side of the street. is very different from the TV series, which either sells cloth or fruits. Zhu Yousong in his previous life must have never seen this authentic ancient market customs, and Zhu Yousong, the son of the world, can be said to be hugging every time he goes out, and he has never gone shopping. Look here, look there, Zhu Yousong found that in front of a stall, a blind man was flying up and down with a carving knife in his right hand, holding a piece of wood in his left hand, sawdust was flying, and in a blink of an eye, a beautiful little puppet appeared in his hand. It was the first time Zhu Yousong saw such superb manual skills, and he shouted hello! The blind man shook his head smugly when he heard someone applaud.

This scene was seen by a young man in brocade clothes and jade next to him, this young man had eyebrows and sword eyes, handsome demeanor, wearing a six-in-one hat, and dressed as a scholar. The scholar was also amazed by the craftsmanship of this blind man, but when he saw that someone applauded, he inexplicably gave birth to a slanting breath. This is also very understandable, this kind of person has always been the object of compliment and praise by others wherever he goes, he was born in an official family, and he hated a lowly blind man in the limelight beside him. The scholar relied on his identity and refused to be angry with the blind, so he sent the fire to Zhu Yousong, who was applauding and cheering, and said loudly: "I heard that King Chu Huai had a thin waist, and there were often people who died of hunger in the country. Today's saint likes carpentry, and there are some villains who tend to be inflammatory, and they have to applaud this blind carpenter, which is really ridiculous, ridiculous. ”

Zhu Yousong was stunned at first, no wonder he heard that the end of his previous life was really disorderly and disorderly. There are people who dare to satirize the current emperor on the street. It's a sick society, and people who read books take pride in committing crimes. Reading history in his previous life, Zhu Yousong hated these literati who could only talk rhetorically, especially the Donglin Party, which brought disaster to the country and the people. He felt that if it weren't for these people, fighting for power and profit, selfishness, and the Ming Dynasty, they would not have been picked up by Jiannu, and after the Ming Dynasty died, these people surrendered quickly, scrambling for fear that it would be too late to have no official to do.

"Zhang Hao, who was farting just now? It stinks! Zhu Yousong said as he made a gesture to fan away the gas, gritting his teeth angrily, and he was about to attack.

"It seems to be this son, you see him gritting his teeth and frowning, it seems that he can't hold it back." Zhang Hao replied seriously.

The scholar in brocade clothes saw that he was about to have a seizure, and the companion next to him hurriedly grabbed him and said: "Brother Jing Xuan, why bother to meet these untouchables in the market, we set up a banquet for Brother Jing Xuan in the Drunken Immortal Building, catch the wind and wash the dust, don't let these idle people affect the interest." ”

The scholar in brocade was dragged away by his companion, and the blind dared to speak: "Thank you two sons for helping the little old man speak, and I won't be willing to carve a few puppets for the two of you." ”

"The old man doesn't have to be polite, these few bad people are making a lot of nonsense, and they have to go to the Drunken Immortal Building to have a good time, how can there be such a good thing, Zhang Hao, you go to the house and call me a few who can call, and we will also go to the Drunken Immortal Building, I will wait for you here first." Zhu Yousong said hatefully, if it weren't for him and Zhang Hao just now, he would have done it a long time ago.

Zhang Hao promised and hurriedly went back to the palace to shake people, Zhu Yousong described the appearance of a few maids in his house in front of the blind old man's stall, and asked the old man to carve a few villain puppets. After carving, Zhu Yousong saw that there were really seven or eight points of similarity, and he was very happy, thinking of taking it back to a few little girls, they must have liked it, and gave the old man an extra ingot of silver.

In less than a stick of incense, Zhang Hao came back from the palace with more than a dozen people, these are the former son Zhu Yousong hardcore dog legs, used to bullying people in his life, I heard that the prince provoked a bird on the street, and scolded and came: "Where is it?" Where? The one who doesn't open his eyes dares to provoke our little prince, come out to me, and I'm going to split him alive. ”

A group of dog-legged people were afraid that the shouting would be quiet, and they would not be able to show their loyalty, so that the surrounding people avoided one after another. Zhu Yousong secretly screamed ashamed, feeling ashamed for them, but several people still felt very majestic and proud.

"Stop shouting! Is there a shame in it? Zhu Yousong hurriedly stopped them.

A few doglegs will be mistaken, thinking that the little prince has been bullied and embarrassed, so they all keep their mouths shut, waiting angrily to avenge their master.

In this way, in the eyes of the people, Zhu Yousong took a group of "evil slaves" and went straight to the largest Qinglou in Luoyang, the drunken immortal building.

"Zhang Hao."

"Yes."

"Don't say it, this feels pretty cool."

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