The dawn is beginning to appear, the faint sunlight shines out over the green hills in the distance, the valley mouth behind the village is surrounded by a sea of people, many people are excited to discuss, since entering Burma, everyone is worried about the future and the fall of the Ming Dynasty, and there has never been such a lively time as today, the valley mouth is guarded by hundreds of soldiers with wooden sticks, and several sweaty hundred households continue to roar at the crowd that is swarming to enter the valley.

"Everyone is lined up and going in one by one, what has become of this? Hey, that baby, what are you squeezing, go back. ”

In stark contrast to the excited people, the officials gathered around Taniguchi, who gathered in groups to talk to each other, everyone was filled with righteous indignation, and some officials had even rolled up their sleeves, like an aggressive rooster but could not find a person to vent.

In the minds of the scholars, the emperor's reverence for heaven and earth was only a sign of reverence for the ghosts and gods, but it was a symbolic activity that had no practical meaning at all.

The philosophical sayings of these sages have long been inscribed in their blood and bones, and there are no ghosts and gods in the world, this is the consensus they have reached.

Now it is good, a good emperor, who does not seek to work hard, does not think about how to regain everything that should belong to him, but does some strange tricks to fool the people, and it is no wonder that these officials who have studied the books of sages and sages are angry.

"My Majesty is even more ridiculous than the previous emperor Wanli." An official muttered quietly, and many people nodded in agreement, Wanli was the emperor hated the most by the officials of the Ming Dynasty, not only abandoning the government, but also staying in the palace every day to make alchemy and seek immortals, tossing the entire court into a miasma.

"Colleagues, the national disaster is like this, Your Majesty has not yet woken up, playing such an inferior trick, but pity the Ming Dynasty for three hundred years The country has fallen into the hands of thieves, and Zhang Xiao, the relict of the Ming Dynasty, has nothing else in his body, even if he is broken bones today, he will make the emperor change his mind." It was Zhang Xiaoquan in the Nanjing Ministry who spoke, and when he picked out this topic, he was already determined to die.

"Zhang Shizhong dares to go, why doesn't Wang dare, count me as one today." Immediately, someone chimed in.

Like gunpowder in a warehouse meeting an open flame, the officials became angry, and at this moment, a voice interrupted everyone: "Listen to me. ”

The officials looked up in astonishment, the person who came was Mu Tianbo, the Duke of Qianguo, everyone immediately shut up, the Duke of Qianguo was not only high and powerful, but also made the officials respectful, faintly, the small court of the Southern Ming Dynasty that entered Myanmar had already taken Mu Tianbo, the Duke of Qianguo, as the leader, not for anything else, just because Emperor Yongli had already been frightened and scattered, where could he still take care of others, every day he only felt that there were Qing soldiers behind him to arrest him, and wanted to flee for his life on the boat, Emperor Yongli actually pushed the Queen Mother off the sampan, so after entering Burma, all affairs were handled by Mu Tianbo, no matter how big or small, everything is properly arranged.

"This sacrifice to the sky is related to my Ming luck, no one can have any objections, where is Taichang Siqing?" Mu Tianbo's bright eyes swept around and said sharply.

An official came out of the crowd: "The lower official is here, what does Grandpa Guo command?" ”

"You are the official in charge of the sacrifice, what are you doing here, go and prepare as much as possible." Mu Tianbo's tone softened a little.

"Yes."

Noon.

The energetic Zhu Jun finally appeared at the mouth of the valley belatedly, his face was slightly flushed, and he swaggered into the valley under the escort of eight soldiers.

Emperor Yongli's reputation has been swept away, and when countless people happily put him on the throne, countless people were disappointed in him. Zhu Jun felt this deeply, if it were not for Mu Tianbo's support, he might really become a loner, and everyone was loyal to Da Ming, not him.

Now he must establish his prestige, make everyone forget his past, and give everyone a new understanding. Get everyone back together around him.

In front of him was an incense case covered with Huang Ling, smoky, a red carpet was spread on the ground, and the smell of incense candles slowly dissolved in the air, so that Zhu Jun, who was more than ten meters away, could smell it.

Zhu Jun stepped into the red carpet with a solemn expression, strolled to the incense table, picked up the three incense sticks prepared on the table, lit them on the candle, carefully offered them with both hands, and after bowing to the sky three times, Zhu Jun began to recite the prayer.

"The emperor is above, and now the Ming Dynasty suffers from this........."

Zhu Jun read a lot of dazed, surrounded by the people around the clouds and fog, not to mention them, even Zhu Jun didn't know what he was reading, these prayers were written by an old eunuch, the old eunuch lived for seventy-one years, and entered the palace at the age of nine.

After reading a lot of dazed, Zhu Jun's words turned sharp, and his voice became poignant: "Now my Ming relics have cut off the grain and grass, if God has mercy and still cares for my Daming, he will allocate a number of grain and grass, let me wait to get through the difficulties, otherwise more than 9,000 people such as our monarchs and ministers will starve to death in a foreign land." ”

Everyone understands this sentence, it turns out that there is going to be a shortage of food! Everyone's faces turned pale, everyone was still in the dark about this matter, but when they heard Zhu Jun say it, they all looked shocked, they would starve to death if they had no food, what was the use of worshipping the sky. Many people who were not strong-willed began to retreat, knowing why they had followed this absurd emperor to this poor mountain in the first place. But now it's too late to regret it, what can I do?

It turned out that everyone was watching the sacrifice with the mentality of watching the excitement, but at this time, they also prayed that God could give a little food to save their lives, and then they suddenly heard Zhu Jun's voice, and everyone stared at him, but unfortunately the incense case was smoky, and everyone was far away, so they couldn't see what was going on at all.

Then I heard Zhu Jun's voice: "God can't bear the fall of the Ming Dynasty, and the people of the world have thanked me for it, and I have no worries with tens of millions of subjects because of this rice seed." ”

Everyone stretched their necks and looked at Zhu Jun's vague figure, as if in a dream, and finally heard Zhu Jun shouting: "Come on, bury these rice seeds in the soil on the spot, let people guard them day and night, and if green seedlings grow within seven days, report immediately." ”

"Ah, there are really rice seeds given to the emperor, hey, it's a pity that the emperor doesn't know how to farm, and if you have rice seeds, you have to plow the field first, and then apply some grass ash, and finally sow and transplant seedlings, how can you bury the rice seeds directly in the soil." Someone shook his head and sighed.

"What do you know, this is a rice seed given by God, which is naturally different, but what you said also has some truth, you can grow food by burying it in the wasteland at will, is this still called rice seed?"

"Yes, even if you can cultivate on wasteland, how can you grow seedlings in seven days? It should be known that this rice is ripe once a year, and it takes at least a month for green seedlings to grow. ”

In the wasteland, several soldiers carried hoes to dig dozens of small pits on the ground, and finally carefully took the rice seeds from Zhu Jun's hands, sprinkled them into the pit one by one, and buried the small pit by filling in the soil under Zhu Jun's command.

Zhu Jun looked at all this with a little pride, most of the rice at the end of the Ming Dynasty was harvested once a year, and the harvest of one mu was almost about two hundred catties, compared to his own three crops this year, the yield per mu was nearly 1,000 catties, and the yield was five times different, and the valley was more than 30 miles in circumference, and if all this new variety of rice was planted, there would be no problem even if it was raised 60,000 or 70,000 people.

Although this pretending to be a ghost made Zhu Jun feel weird, but the harvest was very big, seven days later, Zhu Jun wanted everyone to know what it means to give orders to heaven and what it means to bless Daming.

But now. Zhu Jun's eyes swept and he couldn't help but shudder when he saw the murderous gaze projected by a group of sub-officials gathered together at the front of the crowd.

After enduring seven days, it will be fine, Zhu Jun keeps cheering himself up, he can imagine what methods these ministers will use to deal with him in the next seven days.

One cry, two troubles, and three hangings, Zhu Jun is most afraid of this, and the ministers of the Ming Dynasty are also the best weapons against the emperor.

The ritual of sacrificing to the heavens dissipated in people's worries, in Zhu Jun's eyes, this may be just a farce, but for the rise of the Ming Dynasty, this is an important turning point, since then, Emperor Yongli has shrouded the sacred halo in the hearts of the remnants, both the officials and the people have regained confidence, and everyone is full of vitality, because Zhu Jun painted a cake for them and let them see hope.

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Affirmation: Now the latest new rice technology can reach 1283 kg per mu, equivalent to 2500 catties.