"My brother lost ...... weight"

When Zhu Youzhen walked into the Qianqing Palace with his family with a little helplessness, he saw Zhu Youxiao running over flexibly from a distance.

Compared with when he set off, Zhu Youxiao has lost a lot of weight, but not too much, and he looks like he is still one hundred and forty pounds (84kg).

It's still a little fat, but it's much better than before.

"Brother ...... Emperor"

Zhu Youzhen took a large family to salute, and Zhu Youxiao hurriedly stepped forward to support him when he saw this: "My brother and I don't need to be polite." ”

After that, he didn't even glance at Zhu Ciran, grabbed Zhu Youzhen's hand and walked towards the Qianqing Palace, saying as he walked:

"My brother doesn't know how much I miss you, this time you come back, I want to have a long talk with my brother."

Zhu Youxiao's stocky back looked at Zhu Youzhen and wanted to smile, he didn't know what his brother could talk to him about.

"Fifth Uncle ......"

"Uncle Qi ......"

When the voices of Zhang Yan, Zhu Ciyan and others sounded, Zhu Youzhen also smiled and bowed his head, and when Zhu Youxiao let go, he took out a few gadgets from his waist.

"These are a few gadgets I picked up in Juyanhai, which should be on the hats of the Xixia people in the Song Dynasty."

Zhu Youzhen took out the brass ornaments of the hats on the heads of seven Xixia people in the Song Dynasty, and Zhu Ciyan and several people also took it and played with it when they saw this.

This is also fortunate that Zhu Youxiao has three daughters who are too young to come to the family banquet, otherwise the seven things he picked up are really not enough.

"Daddy......"

Zhu Cican and the others saw that everyone else was there, and couldn't help but tug on the hem of Zhu Youzhen's clothes.

Zhu Youzhen turned his head and touched his head with a smile: "You and Brother Huan have it, I'll give it to you and your brothers and sisters at night." ”

"Hmm......" Hearing that he also had it, Zhu Cihuan also laughed.

Holding his hand, Zhu Youzhen walked into the Qianqing Palace with a large family, and followed Zhu Youxiao and them into the Evergreen Palace.

There was already a table large enough to sit more than 30 people, and under Zhu Youxiao's greeting, Zhu Youzhen and Yuan Xiconcubine sat next to Zhu Youxiao and Zhang Yan.

"Uncle Wang, someone bullied me ......"

When Zhu Youzhen had just sat down and the food had not yet been served, Zhu Ciran's sudden speech made everyone speechless.

Zhu Youzhen looked over, and in addition to seeing his eldest nephew, he also saw a good big brother with a stiff smile.

"You see, this man said that I was not doing my job."

At the dinner table, Zhu Ci took out a piece of music in a dignified manner, and what appeared in front of Zhu Youzhen's eyes was the five words "Meng Chengguang, the Imperial History of the Metropolitan Procuratorate".

Meng Chengguang, this person Zhu Youzhen has a little impression, when the White Lotus Sect rebelled, Meng Chengguang was the first person in Shandong, and he was also a descendant of Mencius.

took over the music, and Zhu Youjian read it hastily before the dish was served.

At the end, he put down this note and said with a smile: "There is nothing wrong with what Meng Chengguang said. ”

"He is old and a little conservative, and when he sees you riding a bicycle in the palace, he naturally feels that it is against etiquette."

"If you reply to him, he will say that the Son of Heaven and the prince are still riding horses in the palace, but you just replaced the horse with a bicycle."

Zhu Youzhen taught Zhu Ciran how to reply to Meng Chengguang, and as he spoke, he looked at Zhu Youxiao with a smile.

Zhu Youxiao looked at Zhu Youzhen laughing at the moment, and from time to time he also looked at the lively dinner table, very happy.

Seventeen years ago, the two brothers had a small table when they ate.

Seventeen years later, when the two brothers were eating, more than 20 people had to sit down beside them, and perhaps the two brothers were the two with the most heirs among the brothers of the kings of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Youzhen didn't know what his brother was laughing at, but as the meal was served, Zhu Youxiao also spoke in advance:

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it's another family banquet, so the imperial dining room has prepared twenty meals."

"You and my brother have more than 20 families, and 20 dishes is not much."

When Zhu Youxiao said this, the meals were served one by one.

Stir-fried mutton, fried goose, stir-fried yellow cabbage with pork, steamed pork trotters, shrimp with pepper and vinegar, roast goose, sheep's head and feet with fire, goose meat, salty drum mustard lamb belly plate......

Zhu Youjian was overwhelmed with twelve meat dishes in a row, and the five vegetarian dishes and three soup dishes followed were also very luxurious.

Put the tofu in the goose belly and cook, and then take it out, although it is tofu, the taste is really goose meat.

Zhu Youzhen is not pedantic, he knows the changes in his brother, after all, Wang Kentang, Chen Shigong, and Wu Youke have written to him all year round to inform him of Zhu Youxiao's physical condition and diet.

After knowing that Zhu Youxiao is more "frugal" on weekdays, he naturally will not be stubborn about this meal.

Therefore, at the dinner table, he was very open to talk about various things with Zhu Youxiao.

But after everyone had eaten almost, Zhu Youxiao also talked about his true thoughts.

"Well, brother...... This is the autumn harvest soon, and after the autumn harvest, the silver of the household and the inner treasury will also be handed over. ”

"It is difficult for me to rest assured that the repair of the Nanjing Imperial Palace will be handed over to others, so I am ready to go to Nanjing myself and personally supervise the work."

Zhu Youxiao finally said what he wanted to say to Zhu Youzhen, and after he finished speaking, he was very worried in his heart.

However, the amazing scene soon appeared, because in the face of his thoughts, Zhu Youzhen nodded with a smile: "As the emperor, it is not a problem for the imperial brother to want to go to Nanjing. ”

"Huh?" It was not Zhu Youxiao who screamed, but Zhu Ciran.

He looked at Zhu Youzhen in disbelief, and the next second he licked his face and approached: "Uncle Qi Wang, I ......"

"As for the crown prince, the concubine is about to be chosen, so stay in the capital and continue to supervise the country, and the ministers will share some government affairs for him."

"The performance of the Governor's Mansion and the Household Department of the Five Armies will be sent to the Qi Wangfu in the future."

"But now that the train is open, and the prince doesn't know much about the affairs of the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Rites, he also asks the imperial brother to continue to deal with the affairs of the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Rites."

In a few words, Zhu Youzhen distributed the recitals of the six departments of the Ming Dynasty and the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies.

The affairs of the Ministry of Officials, the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Criminal Affairs, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate were handled by Zhu Ciran.

The affairs of the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Rites were handled by Zhu Youxiao.

As for the remaining governor's office and household department of the five armies, they were handled by Zhu Youzhen.

Military power and financial power are handled by Zhu Youzhen, this kind of thing is placed in another generation, Zhu Youzhen may not escape the name of a powerful minister, but it is not abrupt in the Tianqi Dynasty.

The affairs of the Governor's Mansion and the Household Department of the Five Armies are the most important and numerous, and Zhu Youxiao's father and son can't make up their minds about many things, so they still have to ask Zhu Youzhen.

Instead of waiting for them to ask, it was better for Zhu Youzhen to consciously take care of the affairs of these two yamen.

Of the more than 500 copies of these yamen, at least 200 came from the household department and the governor's office of the five armies, and the remaining more than 300 were from other yamen.

If you really want to subdivide, then in the absence of major events, Zhu Youzhen will contract more than 200 copies alone, Zhu Ciran will contract more than 200 copies alone, and Zhu Youxiao will contract more than 100 copies.

If natural and man-made disasters continue, it may be like the seventh or eighth year of the Apocalypse, and the number of recitals will reach more than 700, but even then, the three of them will not bear much.

Zhu Youzhen himself is sure, for him, more than 200 copies of the music will take him about two hours at most.

Compared with his previous six or seven hours of government time, this is already very little work.

For Zhu Youxiao, after dealing with more than 500 notes a day for most of the year, he only needs to deal with more than 100 notes now, most of which are still the Ministry of Engineering that he is interested in, and he can solve all the notes in two hours at most.

However, for the last Zhu Ciran, it seems that his workload has been reduced from more than 500 to more than 200, and he should be happy.

But the problem is that before June of this year, these things had nothing to do with him at all!

There were more than 200 notes, and he had to deal with them for four hours.

In addition, his father can still go to Nanjing to deal with it, and his uncle can also deal with it in the Qi Palace, and he ......

For a while, Zhu Ciran felt very aggrieved, but because he was a junior, he could only endure it silently.

"It's not a big deal! As a father, it is only natural for me to share the burden for Ran'er! ”

Zhu Youxiao straightened his waist, and those who didn't know thought that he was already the emperor.

"Alas......"

Looking at the appearance of Zhu Youxiao's father and son, Zhu Youzhen couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and at the same time couldn't help but feel a little pitiful for his eldest nephew.

However, when he thought that his government affairs time was only two hours, the so-called pitiful Zhu Ciran was immediately thrown out of the clouds by him.

"Then it's settled."

Because he couldn't stay overnight, Zhu Youzhen didn't plan to stay for a long time, he saw that everyone had eaten almost, so he immediately got up and led his family to leave in the "resignation".

"Brother go slowly, I'll go to my brother to play chess tomorrow!"

"Uncle Qi walks slowly......"

Zhu Youxiao smiled heartily, and even said goodbye with Zhu Ciyan and others.

In such a scene, everyone was smiling, and only Zhu Ciran looked at Zhu Ciyan and Zhu Cijiong with a sinister face......

"On the fifteenth night of August in the past year, by the apricot orchard by the Qujiang Pond."

"On the fifteenth night of August this year, in front of the Shatou Water Museum in Huangpu."

"Where is the northwest looking hometown, and the southeast is full of the moon."

"No one will blow when the wind blows yesterday, and tonight is as clear as in previous years......"

Not long after Zhu Youzhen and the others walked out of the palace, when a moon shadow appeared in the air, in the small courtyard on the outskirts of Taihe County, Dali Mansion, thousands of miles away, an old man with black hair was raising a glass to Cangshan and drinking and singing poetry.

In this Taihe County, only Yang Lian can be connected with the Zhu family brothers.

He held his wine glass and looked at the bright moon in the sky, and the appearance of his surroundings changed greatly.

What was once a low earthen wall has been transformed into a stone wall made of local Bai stone, which is purely cobbled together without a single glue, but is exceptionally strong.

Within the stone wall, what was once three huts has also become nine rooms with three entrances and three exits, and he Yang Lian is in the backyard, with a firewood house and a cowshed on the left and right sides.

Inside the cowshed, four old oxen and a stubborn donkey were mooing and mooing.

Yang Lian looked at Mingyue, his face was already a little drunk, but he was full of smiles, he had never felt so happy.

He was singing Han Fu Tang poems, and after a while, a man in his thirties with a somewhat well-proportioned figure walked into the backyard with a plate, and he placed it on the stone table that Yang Lian leaned on.

Yang Lian saw that there was a big moon cake on the plate.

"Dad, my mother asked you to cut moon cakes, and the family ate them together."

"Good ......" Yang Lian smiled like an old naughty boy, picked up the knife next to him, and cut the mooncake into six pieces.

When he was about to cut a knife, the man stopped him: "Dad, the eldest brother has gone to the capital to be an official, and there are only seven people in the family." ”

"Uh-huh......" After being reminded, Yang Lian remembered his eldest son who was unwilling to be in Dali and pursued fame and fortune.

"Alas......"

For some reason, he sighed, but soon, as he looked around the house, he was genuinely happy again.

These things are his greatest treasure, and although they are not as grand as the old mansion in Yang Lian's hometown, Yang Lian is proud of them.

The old house in his hometown was earned by his ancestors, but the house here was earned by him with his hands.

Five years ago, when a large number of people in Yunnan moved to Jiaozhi and Luchuan, the imperial court began to encourage the people affected by the disaster in Huguang and Jiangxi to move to Yunnan.

Due to longing, the Yang family moved to Taihe County, Dali Prefecture.

The husband and wife have not seen each other for many years, Yang Lian is naturally happy, but he is even happier that except for the eldest son, the other four heirs in the family have come to Yunnan.

After they arrived, the local government issued four ploughing oxen and a small donkey, and the children of the Yang family also took root in Dali step by step under the leadership of Yang Lian, who had long been familiar with farming.

Three years ago, after Yuan Keli came to power, he abolished the exile of the former Donglin Party members in the imperial court.

After learning of the situation, many Donglin Party members in Dali sold their cultivated fields one after another, took the silver, and returned to their hometowns in a hurry.

But Yang Lian is different, he and a small number of Donglin Party stayed in Dali, enjoying the wind and snow here.

They served as teachers of Chinese culture in the official school, not for the sake of those few taels of money, but because they were old and could not do farm work, but they did not want to be idle, so they continued to shine in the local area.

In three years, Yang Lian successfully became the official academy of Taihe County, Dali Prefecture, and he was even happier than when he was promoted in the middle of the year.

After becoming the head of the hospital, Yang Lian tried his best to invite some knowledgeable people in Donglin to come to Dali, but many did not reply.

Obviously, in the eyes of many Donglin Party officials, Dali is a poor and remote place, and it is naturally impossible for them to come here to teach and educate people.

Not only an old friend, but also his eldest son Yang Lian, Yang Zhiyi, did not want to come to Dali to be an official, but continued to stay in the capital, serving in the Ministry of Rites with the help of his father's connections, while rejecting his father's various ideas.

After a long time, Yang Lian understood.

People are all for profit, he Yang Lian used to be the minister of the first emperor, and everyone sought after him, but he is just an official in the "poor mountains and bad waters" at the moment, and naturally no one cares about him.

Fortunately, the only thing that makes Yang Lian happy is that Zhu Youzhen has never forgotten him, and he still sends a few bottles of imperial wine and tribute tea every year to relieve his hunger.

In his spare time, his friend Zuo Guangdou also wrote to him to express his condolences, and Yang Lian did not have too many regrets.

He can't make Daming better, but someone can.

In the years since he came to Yunnan, he has seen with his own eyes that Dali, a place where there are few people and few Han people, and he still needs to learn Yi dialect and Baijia dialect when he lives in the local area, and he can only boil cabbage with brown rice for three meals a day.

A large number of Yi people were relocated to Luchuan, and their departure gave Taihe County a lot of land.

The government issued land to the people in accordance with the decree of the king of Qi, and even Yang Lian's family was also allocated 36 acres of land according to the head.

Counting the years of reclamation by their family, their family of six has a total of 92 acres of land, and in addition to the grain they eat, they can also sell out 60 or 70 stone of grain every year in exchange for 278 taels of silver.

With these silvers, plus the sideline business of the five fathers and sons in the family, it is not difficult to earn a hundred or two per year.

Yang Lian himself served as the head of the hospital, and he paid fifteen taels a year.

The second son, Yang Zhiyan, served as an official teacher, the third son, Yang Zhifu, ran a teahouse, the fourth son Yang Zhicai raised flowers and arranged flowers, and the fifth son, Yang Zhihuan, served as a county leader in Taihe County.

Except for the eldest son who did not listen to Yang Lian's words and returned to Dali, the other four children were very obedient to live in Dali, the place where their father was given a second life.

In Yang Lian's situation, to be honest, if he really wanted to, he could even develop the Yang family into the first family in Dali, but he didn't.

His dream was nothing more than to help Daming and let Daming return to the situation of Wanli Xinfeng in the past ten years.

Now this dream of his has been fulfilled for him, and he has realized that he has no political talent.

He is an idealist who lives in his dreams, and Zhu Youzhen is a pragmatist who lives in reality.

As for how to govern the country, Zhu Youzhen spent 17 years teaching Yang Lian a lesson.

Yang Lian understood, and he no longer pursued returning to the court.

What he thinks about now is that he doesn't know what that low little doll has become now.

He glanced at the "Daming Daily" next to him, which recorded that Zhu Youzhen had completed the last leg of his western tour in Taiyuan City.

Regarding the situation of this western tour, he will write a more detailed serial travelogue in the next issue to unveil it, and Yang Lian is also looking forward to it.

"In my lifetime, I don't know if I will be able to see you again......"

Looking up at the white full moon, Yang Lian seemed to see the ten-year-old Zhu Youzhen in that round of the full moon.

He unconsciously stretched out his hand to touch it, but in the next second, when he heard the sound of "Peng", rounds of fireworks bloomed in the air, dispelling Zhu Youzhen in Yang Lian's memory.

"Huh...... Hahahaha......"

The memory was washed away, and Yang Lian was not angry, but laughed heartily.

He laughed not at the fact that he was still reminiscing, but at the lives of the people.

The rounds of fireworks that continued to bloom came from outside the village and from far away in Taihe County.

The number of fireworks illustrates the living conditions of the people of Dali.

Facing Cangshan, with a full moon and fireworks overhead, a few glasses of imperial wine, Yang Lian gradually got drunk.

In his drunken dream, he seemed to have returned to the capital, looking for something in the crowd of lights, and at the end of his mouth a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he fell asleep deeply......

"Peng—"

"Okay!"

The same fireworks, the same bloom, the difference is that this round of fireworks came from the Qi Palace, and Zhu Youzhen, who was in the study, also heard the laughter of the children.

He couldn't help but smile and raise his head to look at the rounds of fireworks outside the window.

On this day, the curfew in the capital was lifted by Zhu Ciran, this kind of thing was impossible when Zhu Youzhen was in power, but Zhu Ciran was in prison, and if he wanted to cancel the curfew, it would naturally have to be canceled.

For the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day when there is no curfew, many people start preparing early, so fireworks are constantly resounding in the sky over the capital.

Although this move made the soldiers and horses and the officials a little busy, everyone was busy with a smile.

Zhu Youzhen is also, the travelogue in front of him has already written about the experience after entering Shanxi.

He walked past where Zhu Ciran had walked, but from the opposite direction.

A year and a half is enough time for many things to happen, to change many people or things.

Zhu Ciran experienced seven county seats, 12 market towns, and 31 villages in Shanxi.

However, when Zhu Youzhen walked in the opposite direction according to his footsteps, there were three market towns and twelve villages that were empty.

They couldn't stand the drought and eventually chose to leave their homes.

The scene of people going to the house collapse lingered in Zhu Youzhen's mind, and while he was depressed, he also had a trace of joy.

If the people are gone, it will at least mean that they will no longer have to endure the drought and that they can go to live a better life outside the border.

Although it is painful to be uprooted from home, it is much better to be in pain for a moment than to starve to death in your hometown.

This is the first thing in Shanxi that Zhu Youzhen is happy about, and the second thing is the village and villagers who stayed.

As many villages have moved and the snow melts into the reservoir in winter, villages that share the same reservoir have more access to water after the villages are deprived of water.

This is reflected not only in the face of people, but also in people's lives.

The paddy fields downstream were abandoned, but the dry land upstream became irrigated fields.

The lives of the people are much better than when Zhu Ciran visited.

These circumstances made Zhu Youzhen happy for a long time, even if the people of Shanxi still have no way to live a comfortable life in Yunnan, Guizhou and Guangzhou, but at least they can eat enough, and they are no longer as hungry as when Zhu Ciran visited.

Zhu Youzhen recorded all these in his travelogue and made a summary of the travelogue.

The first is the lack of interest of local officials about immigration, the second is the reason for the people's fear of migration, and the last is the distrust of the imperial court that has long been caused by the oppression of the people.

These various problems were written out by Zhu Youzhen, and he wrote out the solutions one by one.

This article was completed by Zhu Youzhen at midnight, and the whole article includes the people's livelihood and officialdom in Hetao, Hexi, Shaanxi, and Shanxi.

Although Zhu Youzhen had already condensed and then condensed, the whole book was written the day before yesterday, and it took three days to write, and finally it reached more than 26,000 words.

"I'm afraid that such an article needs to be released by Daming Daily in four periodicals."

Zhu Youzhen moved his stiff neck and shoulders and said with a smile, but when he looked up, Lu Yuangao was already asleep sitting on the desk next to him.

"This kid ......" Zhu Youzhen smiled knowingly, got up and draped the big fur he was wearing on Lu Yuangao.

He couldn't deny that Lu Yuangao had used his father Lu Wenzhao's resources to pave the way for himself, but this kind of thing was a normal thing in this era.

Zhu Youzhen didn't blame Lu Yuangao, besides, along the way, Lu Yuangao also learned a lot of things.

He can't use his own standards to demand from anyone in this era, because no one in this era has enjoyed what he enjoys.

He has enjoyed the technology of later generations, and he has also enjoyed the power and beauty of this era.

For Zhu Youzhen, the material needs have long been satisfied, and the rest is only spiritual needs.

This demand is probably to make up for some regrets in previous lives.

He thought to himself as he walked to the window.

Looking at the fireworks blooming in the sky, Zhu Youzhen smiled and smiled happily......