The sun was setting, and the shadows of the two people on the east bank of the moat outside the Donghua Gate were pulled.

The unitary time is over, and the fragrance of the dishes in the coastal provinces is wafting, sweet and greasy.

"In the cold fog cage suburban village, the chef cooks vegetarian meat; Tonight's Chinese New Year's Eve, prepare sugar and present the stove. (Note) Zhu Yijun, who was wearing a black dragon suit, chanted leisurely, and Chen Ju next to him couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Long live the good poem, today's little year sends the stove, and the houses boil sugar (malt sugar), this poem is easy to understand, partial and reasonable, and the ministers admire." ”

Zhu Yijun smiled faintly, the sunset was backlit, and he couldn't see what the expression on his dark face was: "Xiao Nian'er sent the stove, people in the world have been doing it for a long time, do you know where this custom comes from?" ”

Chen Ju is one of the few knowledgeable people among the eunuchs, and he knows that the answer to Zhu Yijun's question must not be the well-known myths and stories such as the prince of the stove reporting to the Jade Emperor, but the tragic history of the Han people's death. Naturally, he would not sweep Zhu Yijun's interest, shook his head and said: "The ministers are only shallow in learning, and they only know that the folk legend says that on this day, the king of the stove went to heaven, and the world was worried that he would say bad things in front of the Jade Emperor, so he gave him a good meal and drink, and at the end of the day, he had to cover his mouth with sugar...... Could it be that there is no other way to say it? ”

"Yes!" Zhu Yijun's tone was very affirmative and very low, as if he was about to confide in someone something terrible: "Wanhua is familiar with the scriptures and history, and must know that after the Battle of Yashan, one of the three heroes of the late Song Dynasty, Lu Xiufu, the prime minister of Zuo, jumped into the sea with the eight-year-old Southern Song Dynasty emperor Zhao Yu (sound handle) on his back, and more than 100,000 soldiers and civilians accompanying him also jumped into the sea one after another to follow, the demise of the Southern Song Dynasty, right?" ”

Hearing that Zhu Yijun really mentioned that very painful past for Huaxia, Chen Li nodded: "Naturally, I have heard of it, could it be that this is related to sending the Vesta God on Chinese New Year's Eve?" ”

Zhu Yijun nodded heavily: "Naturally, it is related, the Southern Song Dynasty fell, the Yuan Dynasty divided my Huaxia into four people to govern, the Mongols have the highest status, the Semu people are second, and the Han people have the lowest status." In order to prevent the Han people from making rebellion, it was stipulated that five households should share a kitchen knife, and no assembly was allowed to form associations, and in the area under the jurisdiction of the Han people, each large township Tubaojia sent a Mongolian or Semu person to supervise and govern. Most of these rulers do not agree with our Han culture, and they do mischief and kill innocents indiscriminately. In order to seek stability, the Han had to bribe delicious and useful things. What's more, when the Han people get married, the bride must accompany the local ruler for three days before she is allowed to go home to complete the marriage. Throughout the Yuan Dynasty, the Han family had the custom of falling to death of their first child, and the reason for this was to maintain the purity of our Han bloodline (it is a pity that the historian also included the history of the Yuan Dynasty in the Chinese history books, how sad is it?). ）……”

Speaking of this, Zhu Yijun let out a long breath, as if he was about to spit out all the resentment in his heart, and after a long time, he continued: "Those rulers will go back on the twenty-third day of the lunar month every year, and prepare to report to the higher level the next day about the people's situation in the area under their jurisdiction, and then return that night. For fear of saying bad things about the rulers, we will take out money, food and other bribes for each Han people, and on the twenty-fourth night, we will also prepare delicious food to welcome their return. This is the most tragic history of my Han family, and after a long time, the people attached it to the god of the stove and returned to the heavenly court to report to the Jade Emperor...... How tragic? How painful? ”

"Fortunately, there is a great grandfather, expel the Tartars, and restore my Chinese ......"

"Yes, Grandpa Tai is heroic, without him, where would I be the Ming I am today?" Zhu Yijun agreed with Chen Ju's words very much, his spirit suddenly perked up, he clenched his fist hard, waved his right arm and said: "I am not as good as Taizu in case, but I am also willing to follow the example of my ancestors and open up an immortal foundation, so that I will never be a dead monarch like Zhao Yu and a loyal martyr like Lu Xiufu!" ”

"Long live the Lord has this grand wish, God will bless it, the ministers are not talented, but I wish the Ming Long Live!" Chen Jutong knelt down next to Zhu Yijun and said, his blood was boiling when he spoke, as if he was ten years younger all of a sudden.

"Get up!" Zhu Yijun was very satisfied with Chen Ju's performance, personally stretched out his hand to pick it up, and saw that he happened to pass by the back house of Feng Mansion, so he said: "Wanhua has this heart, I am very comforted, after the Feng Mansion was searched, it has been empty, and now you are the steward of the Qianqing Palace, and you are a eunuch, so I will reward the Feng Mansion to you!" ”

"Thank you, Lord Longne!" Chen Ju was overjoyed, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed again, but heard Zhu Yijun say: "No need to be polite...... By the way, how long has Feng Bao been in Zhaoling? ”

"It's been almost half a month!" Chen Ju got up and replied, saying in his heart that if you want to ask Chen Mo, you can clearly say it, otherwise, what are you doing running the moat when you are idle in the cold weather?

"Is he still honest in Zhaoling? Didn't hear any letters, did you? Passing by the pavilion, Zhu Yijun couldn't help but glance at the pavilion, and when he saw that it was empty, he couldn't help frowning.

Seeing this situation, Chen Ju was really a little jealous that Chen Mo was coming, and after only a few days of walking, Zhu Yijun began to remember, look at this posture, isn't it a matter of time before he returns to Beijing in the future? At that time, I'm afraid that he, the father-in-law, will also avoid his edge, right?

He shook his head, hoping to shake the anxiety out of his mind, and said cautiously: "I heard that Feng Bao was sent to feed the horses after he went to Zhaoling, and he went out to let the horses go out every day, leaving early and returning late, very honest, but the dog said little, and recently he was holding out what His Royal Highness King Lu was doing, saying that he could bring people to the sky......"

"What?" Zhu Yijun laughed, then suddenly stopped, and reprimanded with a straight face: "Nonsense, how can people fly?" King Lu is young and ignorant, is he Chen Mo also young and ignorant? It's so dishonest when his ass is broken, it seems that he still beats him lightly! ”

"Long live the lesson is that the ministers blame the ministers for teaching in a bad way, and when they turn around, the ministers will write to him and scold him." Chen Ju said with a smile, hesitated as he spoke, glanced at Zhu Yijun carefully, and said: "However, according to the opinions of the people below, there are so many people who think that his plan of the big Kong Ming lantern is feasible......

"Hmm!" Zhu Yijun was noncommittal, fell into deep thought, and said for a long time: "If this is the case, it is a great credit." You think, if you can really bring people to the sky, then it will be very useful when you fight and attack the city......"

"Yes," Chen Ju couldn't help but interrupt Zhu Yijun: "So the meaning of the minister, let Shaoyan give it a try, in case it happens, for my Daming, it is a good thing and no harm......"

"That's such a reason, when you go back, you send someone to inform Yin Shangde of Zhaoling, and ask him to make fewer small moves and fully support this matter...... Hmph, Zhang Whale is his brother-in-law, don't think I don't know what they are thinking! ”

Note: This poem was seen by chance on the Internet, but I can't find out who the original author is, and now I use it, so I hereby declare it.