Yingmin Temple.

Zhao Kuanghuan's primary school classmate He Qianji, although he was eliminated by Huangcheng Primary School, has been studying hard. He studied at his own expense in college, but he accumulated a lot of money in the imperial examination, and he was ranked seventy-eighth in the second list.

He Qianji said, "Cremation is a Buddhist custom, how can the Son of Heaven be like this? Of course, the emperor's will must be obeyed, and the emperor's royal objects can be cremated and sprinkled on the land for the nourishment of pines and cypresses. As for the body of the former emperor, it should be given a state funeral, and there must be no neglect."

Li Hao, who was born as a prince, is 60 years old this year and currently serves as the first assistant. He immediately refuted: "The emperor's will cannot be changed, and the cremation must be cremated!"

"It's indecent!" He Qianji said.

Li Hao said: "Rites are set by people, and the emperor's last order is a rite!"

He Qianji said, "Burning the dragon body of the first emperor, where is the current saint? Do you want the Son of Heaven to bear the infamy of destroying his father's body?"

Li Hao said: "Cremation was decreed by the emperor, and it has already been announced to the world, so how can the people put their beaks in their beaks?"

"The government and the people don't gossip today, but what about a hundred years from now? What will future generations think when they read the history books?" He Qianji asked.

Li Hao roared, "How do you know about the First Emperor Hongzhi? Thousands of years later, His Majesty will guard the territory of thousands of miles with the body of a true dragon, and the descendants of China will only respect the emperor more and more. Only those who are in the lake think this is an indecent act!"

Zhao Kuanghuan finally spoke up: "Mr. Li, the discussion is on the agenda, don't slander your colleagues."

Li Hao picked up the wat board, held it to his chest and said, "If Your Majesty does not obey the last orders of the emperor, after the old man dies, he will have no shame to go to see the emperor. Your Majesty!"

As the leader of the princelings, Li Hao often worked against the officials of the imperial party. But the crown prince really succeeded to the throne, and he quarreled with his colleagues again, and even resigned to force him to be cremated according to orders.

Zhao Kuanghuan was very entangled at this time, of course he wanted to obey the last orders of the first emperor, but he wanted to do what He Qianji said.

In Zhao Kuanghuan's view, the cremated body is still divided into 12 parts, and the ones scattered in the soil and planted trees, what is the difference between this and crushing the bones of one's own father and scattering ashes?

He Qianji said very well, cremating the relics of the first emperor and burying the remains of the first emperor have been taken care of in all aspects.

Zhao Kuanghuan felt that Li Hao was a little troublesome, especially threatening to resign, and he was challenging his majesty as a son of heaven.

Zhao Kuanghuan looked at the ministers: "Do you have anything to say?"

Li Kaiji, the first champion of the new dynasty of Datong, came out with a wat board and said: "When you obey the last orders of the emperor, you can't change it at all."

Shen Wei, the Tanhua of the first imperial examination, has died young, but Zhang Shouyue is still alive and is currently serving as the secretary of the Ministry of Commerce. He said, "Your Majesty, the minister seconded He Shangshu's words, cremated the relics of the former emperor, and buried the remains of the former emperor. In this way, Your Majesty will be both loyal and filial."

The ministers of the Cabinet and the Yuan expressed their opinions one after another, and the supporters of the two views were almost evenly divided.

Zhao Kuanghuan looked behind the curtain: "What lesson does my mother have?"

Fei Rumei, who has always been out of the box and loves to play with her temper, said slowly at this moment: "Brother Han can't talk nonsense, nor does he say the wrong thing, he does everything right. You are now the emperor, and you are not my own child, you can do whatever you want. You don't have to ask me, you just listen to Brother Han if you ask me."

Suddenly, a guard rushed into the side of the hall and whispered to the female officer on duty.

The female official hesitated for a few seconds and quietly walked to Zhao Kuanghuan's side: "Your Majesty, the people of Jinling Mansion have come from all over the country to mourn for the emperor in linen and filial piety. The people of the city also gathered at the gates of the imperial city. They also elected a few leaders and wanted to set up a mourning hall outside the imperial city, but the guards didn't know what to do."

Zhao Kuanghuan asked, "What about Shangyuan Zhi County?"

"Shangyuanzhi County has mobilized police to maintain order outside the imperial city." The female officer replied.

Zhao Kuanghuan said loudly: "Where is Yin of Jinling Mansion?"

An official in his fifties came out: "Here you are!"

Zhao Kuanghuan said, "You immediately leave the Forbidden City to appease the people outside the city. Let's go and have a look with me."

The ministers didn't know what was going on, and followed the emperor out.

Ascending the Donghua Gate Tower, Zhao Kuanghuan's breath was stagnant, and his chest was panicked by something.

Outside the city walls, as far as the eye can see, all the people are plain, and everything as far as the eye can see is white.

Everyone knelt, some silent, some weeping.

Pu Songling, who had already served as the right attendant of the Ministry of Works, muttered to himself: "The hearts of the people, the hearts of the people can also be seen, not the ethereal things. Throughout the ages, who can win the hearts of the people?"

The ministers were all stunned, and their hearts were shocked beyond measure.

It wasn't who organized it, but the people who came spontaneously.

And when they came up into the city, there were two or three hundred more people outside the city. It is estimated that with the passage of time, more and more people will enter the city, and when the time comes, all the streets near the imperial city will be blocked.

People in the city are being infected and coming one after another, and the number of young people is also increasing.

Young people, of course, know that the old emperor is good, but after all, they have not personally experienced the hard times, and it is difficult to empathize with them only by listening to their fathers. They are so well protected, especially those under the age of forty, that life is getting better and better throughout their lives.

10,000, 20,000, 30,000...... 100,000, 200,000......

There was no need to wait that long, the number of weeping spirits increased rapidly, and more than 100,000 people in the city came. Not to mention that the linen cloth in the whole city was sold out of stock, but all the white cloth was bought, and some people even wore white silk.

Several streets around the Forbidden City are densely packed with people, stretching from Shangyuan County to Jiangning County.

Zhao Kuanghuan called the officials of the inner and outer courts and ordered, "You go and prepare the food, and the cooks in the palace hurry up and make a fire to cook." As for the outside of the palace, the canteens of the yamen, and the restaurants in the city, you can cook as much food as you can, and buy as much food as you can. Before evening, the food shall be brought and distributed among the people, and the royal accounts shall be taken as soon as the expenses are spent."

Immediately, he summoned the secretary of the Ministry of Rites: "You take people out and set up a mourning hall outside each city gate for the ancestors to mourn the people. There are also mourning halls in the farther streets, one in each street, so that the people are not allowed to wander around, otherwise there will be chaos after a long time."

Then, he called Yin of Jinling Mansion again: "After you leave the city, immediately contact Shangyuan and Jiangning Zhixian, except for the police, all officials must come to maintain. Outside the gates of the inner city, there are also mourning halls, and there are also two on the wharf. There is also the Zhongshan Temple, where the monks can build a mourning hall and divert some people to the past."

Zhao Kuanghuan called the clan again and said to his younger brothers, "Wait until you go out of the city immediately and preside over the mourning halls on my behalf. You will discuss for yourself where you are responsible, and if there is a disagreement, the king of Chu will be in charge."

The princes have been avoiding suspicion and have not participated in the previous discussions, but in general they are still very reassuring to the new emperor.

Zhao Kuanghuan has a strong ability to adapt to changes, handles things properly, and is completely a qualified emperor.

It's a pity that he is destined to live in the shadow of his father for the rest of his life.

With the emperor speaking, both inside and outside the palace were running rapidly.

Zhao Kuanghuan said to the ministers, "When the people disperse, let's choose a time to cremate the emperor."

In the evening of the same day, the French envoy Bertrand wrote to Louis XIV: "Your Majesty, the great Emperor of China, has come to an end of his life. His last order was to have his body cremated and his ashes scattered throughout the country in twelve parts......

"Today, I saw something I will never forget. Citizens inside and outside Nanjing, as well as peasants from the countryside farther afield, spontaneously came to the palace to offer their condolences. All of them were draped in white cloths, and they gathered together as if it was snowing heavily in Nanjing. I can't pinpoint the number, maybe 100,000, maybe 200,000, maybe more."

"By evening, all the streets outside the palace were blocked by crowds. There are the most old people, and there are also many young people. There are farmers, there are merchants, there are scholars, there are students, there are peddlers, there are workers...... All the professions I could think of, all came."

"The number of people continues to grow, because as I write my letter, there is another sound from outside the embassy, it is a peasant from further afield......

"The great emperor of China, he was revered by countless people. I saw with my own eyes an old man, kneeling on the street and crying until he fainted, as if he were himself

His father died. What a shocking spectacle it was, and I never imagined that the death of a monarch would grieve so much for the people. They all came spontaneously, no one forced them, and their pain came from the heart. At this moment, I understood the title of the emperor, why he called himself the 'People's Emperor,'. He really did it......"

The next day, all universities, middle schools, and primary schools inside and outside Nanjing set up mourning halls.

The students were first called back to school, and the weeping people on the streets were also shunted to the school in batches.

Some large families also set up mourning halls in their own yards or in the backyards of their shops to help the imperial court divert the stream. After a full day, traffic finally resumed in Nanjing, but crying could still be heard everywhere. Some people leave after mourning, but some people come when they leave, especially after the mourning hall is erected, Nanjing citizens who originally stayed at home have come to the mourning hall to mourn and bow.

The number of people mourning the old emperor is increasing!

The princes were all exhausted, and as the families of the deceased, they scattered and knelt in various mourning halls, kneeling for a whole day and a night, and could only use the time to go to the toilet to move their legs and feet.

This commemoration of the people brought a strong soul impact to the new emperor, clans, and officials.

Knowing that the old emperor is loved by all the people, it may reach such a point, which still makes people feel deeply shocked.

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Li Laohan and his wife supported each other, and after kneeling down in the mourning hall and crying bitterly, they planned to go home, they were afraid that their son and daughter-in-law would worry, and they didn't even know that their son had been found.

But I couldn't get out at all, and the roads were blocked.

For half an hour, the old couple only walked 100 meters away, and their bodies were really squeezed, so they could only retreat to rest outside the street shop.

The official messenger could not deliver the food, so he could only let the people bring in the food by themselves outside the crowd. It wasn't until the outside of the inner city and the mourning hall of Zhongshan Temple were set up, and the people on the periphery were separated, that the situation improved slightly.

Li Laohan didn't get the food from the government, so he nibbled on dry food with his wife.

It was already getting dark, and another old man came to rest, and even his children and grandchildren were by his side.

"What's your last name?" Li Laohan asked.

The old man said, "Don't be expensive, my surname is Rong, and the people in the village call me Rong Mazi. What about you, man?"

Li Laohan said, "The surname is Li, and Li Laosan. The one in the Racecourse Village is just east of the Royal Racecourse."

"Then you are very close, I am from Meijia Village," Rong Mazi said, "I used to farm for Master Mei, and when Lord Banzai came, he farmed for himself."

Li Laohan said: "The commander of Xiaolingwei is surnamed Mei, and I used to be a military household, specializing in cutting trees for the Mei family."

Rong Mazi said, "You are the main sect there, and my side is the side branch. My wife is also surnamed Mei, and she is the maid of the Mei family, and she follows the master's surname, and I don't know what my surname is."

Li Laohan asked, "How are the crops this year?"

Rong Mazi said, "Long live Lord bless, it's good, the wind and rain are smooth. Last year, it didn't work, first there was a spring drought, rice heading and heavy rain, and I didn't get a few catties of rice from exhaustion."

"It's all the same," Li Laohan said, "I heard a strong wind blowing outside day and night, and I was afraid that the Lord of Long Live was summoned back to heaven by the gods. Alas, I should have gone out and had a look, and maybe I would have seen the last time I saw him."

Rong Mazi said, "Long live the Lord ascended to the immortal and went to heaven to enjoy happiness, but how will we live in the future?"

Li Laohan said, "I discussed with my wife that the food at home cannot be sold. Long live the Lord is gone, maybe there will be some corrupt officials in the future, and there is food in the warehouse, so I don't panic."

"I think the same way, the grain must not be sold," Rong Mazi said, "My family has also deposited money in the bank, and I have to take it out quickly."

Rong Mazi's son interjected, "Dad, the money is stored in the bank well, and you can eat interest every year, what are you doing with it?"

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After Zhao Kuanghuan took power, the first crisis he encountered was brought by his father.

In the autumn of that year, grain prices soared across the country because farmers refused to sell their grain.

And it's a universal stockpile!

At the same time, Datong Bank in many places was run by ordinary people to withdraw money.

Zhao Kuanghuan could only issue additional military tickets and official tickets, and let the soldiers and officials use all paper money. The treasury and the provincial capitals and counties were loaned to the banks to cope with the run.

Immediately afterwards, speed up the clean-up of officialdom, check the acres of land in advance, and let the newspapers hype it up. By cracking down on corruption and encroaching on people's land, he said that he was like the old emperor, so as to gain the recognition of the people of the whole country.

People gradually discovered that although the Long Live Lord is gone, the sky does not seem to have fallen.

It wasn't until winter that the crisis passed.

Zhao Kuanghuan was shocked into a cold sweat, fortunately he didn't mess around with the new deal, otherwise he didn't know how to end it.

The cremation of the remains of the former emperor was carried out in the Forbidden City, for fear of causing changes among the people.

But the news still spread, and when the ashes were sent out of Nanjing, hundreds of people saw them off, and the whole city cried and mourned.

A copy of the ashes was buried in the Purple Mountain, and before the stone tablet was carved and the trees were planted, the people had already flocked to the grave.

Li Laohan called his sons back, took his children and grandchildren up the mountain, carried a full basket of eggs, and spent money to buy pig's head meat.

Outside the cemetery, it is all tribute.

Chicken, duck, fish, eggs, wine, rice, fruits, peanuts, melon seeds...... There are also many tomato scrambled eggs, because the common people heard that Banzai Ye liked to eat this dish when he was alive.