Chapter Seventy-Five: The Imperial Grandson
On Wutai Mountain.
"It's okay!"
Yang Feng looked at his embassy.
The scale of this embassy is not large, after all, it is impossible for the Great Xia Kingdom to continue to send people, in total, he does not need much alone, it is actually a three-story wooden pavilion......
This avoids the issue of level.
At this time, any building has a corresponding status level.
Offices, mansions, houses......
So what level is an embassy?
Yamen?
This is certainly not appropriate.
Homes?
Nor is it suitable.
Although there are also special tribute envoys to foreign envoys, but it is for the vassal state tribute envoys, Yang Feng is not a vassal state, the Great Xia State and the Ming Dynasty are equal countries, there is no who submits to whom, so it is simply made into a pavilion without any attributes, completely avoiding these identity issues. However, it is also in line with Yang Feng's wishes, after all, in this era without air conditioning fans, Jiangnan is still very hot in summer, and it is best to be transparent on all sides.
Moreover, this pavilion covers a large area, and the inside can be arranged according to your heart's desire.
It's not just a pavilion, either.
There are some ancillary buildings on both sides and at the back.
"But why is there no wall?"
He asked, confused.
"This is Your Majesty's will."
Zhang Xianzong said with a smile.
His current official position is still the ambassador of the Ming Dynasty to the Great Xia Kingdom, but he has been promoted to a bachelor's degree, so it is equivalent to becoming Zhu Yuanzhang's secretary.
Soaring!
It's easy to be pulled out of the cane.
In short, this position is a combination of danger and opportunity.
Pain and rejoice!
"Hah!"
Yang Feng looked at it with contempt.
Obviously, Lao Zhu was afraid that he was not transparent enough, so he didn't even have a wall, so it can be seen that building a pavilion for him was not for any identity issue, it was completely because this kind of building was easy to peep at, so the embassy that belonged to Zhang Xianzong next to it was completely an observation post.
Two identical pavilions sit side by side on Mount Wutai, like the twin towers of the Twin Towers Temple.
It's easy to peek into.
Yang Feng then walked into his embassy.
The huge legion of righteous women followed, and immediately after that, the embassy was flooded......
"Hurry up and make some double beds, this kind of bunk beds, make them stronger, the sooner the better, the number is at least three hundred, and then prepare six hundred sets of bedding and the like, the sooner the better, throw away all this mess, and then put this kind of double bed, the bottom two floors are all there. If it can't be put here, put it on his side, clean up the houses of the subordinates outside, and then add stoves, pots and pans, etc., according to the standard of 600 people. Then go to buy rice, noodles, meat and vegetables, find a fixed supplier, and in the future, you will send 600 people to the standard every day, and you will also make long tables and benches, which are also the standard of 600 people. ”
Yang Feng said to the chief manager beside him as he walked inside the embassy.
This was also sent by Zhu Yuanzhang.
In fact, not only the chief manager, but also the scribes, messengers, coachmen, cooks, those outbuildings are for them, the embassy itself is only used by Yang Feng himself, and of course the guards are indispensable.
is also a brocade guard, a brocade guard with a hundred soldiers, specializing in guarding the embassy.
But they don't live here.
Instead, it is divided into two shifts, one shift per day.
There are even a few mothers-in-law who specialize in doing laundry.
The maid didn't.
Xiaoyu is his maid.
But at this time, Xiaoyu has not returned.
After spending the winter in Quang Ninh, the little princess immediately entered a state of joy......
Spring has arrived.
Her spring has also arrived.
Compared with the palace life with severe restrictions and like a prison, she can live as much as she likes in Quang Ninh.
Anyway, her brother is still in Jilin.
Zhu Di and Zhu Zhi were still moving forward step by step at this time, and now they have built Huining City, and a new city is being built at the mouth of the Mudanjiang River, because with the new supply point of Xiguan City, the Ming army supplied by two lines can barely maintain the food supply. Now that it has stopped due to the cold weather, it is estimated that it will really march into Nuergancheng in the spring of next year, and basically all the tribes along the route will surrender.
Moreover, Guo Ying has gone to Liaoyang as the general behind the second king.
The construction of the Liao Palace's palace has been stopped.
The transportation of military supplies to Hoeryeong required a lot of manpower.
Not so many people continued to repair the palace.
So even if Zhu Zhi returns to Guangning, he has to continue to live in a tent.
In short, at this time, no one in Guangning dared to care about Her Royal Highness the Princess, and then she was unsealed all of a sudden, and she has been playing in Liaodong until now, and it is estimated that she should go south from Guangning at this time, after all, if she doesn't leave, she will have to face the winter wind and snow, but at her speed, I am afraid that she will have to go to the end of the year.
But maybe it didn't go.
Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care when she would come back.
Xie Guidu had already returned, but he went directly to Shanxi to be the commander of the capital.
At present, it is Dai Gui who protects the princess in Quang Ninh.
In short, Her Royal Highness has basically been forgotten there.
However, Yang Feng still has a few righteous daughters by his side.
Of course, all are the most beautiful.
Although this age is still a bit young, it is enough to take it with you as a maid, including his sign-bearer.
"Ambassador, this money?"
The steward said cautiously.
"What, the Ming Dynasty can't afford to raise a messenger?"
Yang Feng said.
"I'll play Your Majesty!"
Zhang Xianzong said to the manager.
This kind of trivial matter, His Majesty the Emperor will be very generous.
The Ming has always been generous to the envoys.
The latter hurried to buy it.
Yang Feng led the legion of righteous women and walked straight to the third floor, and then admired the city in front of him.
"It doesn't change either!"
He said.
"It's only been a year since the ambassador left, what else do you want to change?"
"We're all getting a lot of things going on there."
"How flashy and calm, how ever-changing is like order, your country's Confucianism is declining, and the people are often competing for extravagance, even if they change with each passing day, it is inevitable that chaos."
"Well, you're very good at associating! According to you, it is better that the whole country will never change, that everyone will live like ants, that the worker ants will always be busy going out to find food, that the soldier ants will always guard the nest, and that all the ants will live in a pattern day after day in order to feed the fat queen. But then people are even inferior to ants, after all, the queen ant is responsible for laying eggs and ensuring the existence of the ant colony, but what is man for? ”
"In order to be able to die in bed, instead of burying bones in troubled times."
"The small people have all the leaders, so that they will not die in vain and the ravine will be prosperous?"
"Yes!"
Zhang Xianzong said very simply.
So on this issue, there are serious differences in the evaluation criteria of the two sides.
For Yang Feng, a city that has not changed for a year is undoubtedly backward, it is really no change, and he can't even see the increased buildings, as if he is not leaving for a year, but just blinking his eyelids......
At this time, most of the buildings in Nanjing were actually allocated.
Official's Chamber.
The military households, artisan households, and even shops and noble mansions were all built by the government according to the planning standards and then given to them to live in, so it is difficult to see any obvious changes. And there are clear hierarchies, the size of the courtyard, the number of houses, and the structural layout are all hierarchical, and even the buildings of the same level are the same, and the whole city looks like it is repeated and repeated.
Time and space seem to be frozen.
Such a city can feel oppressive.
But in the eyes of Zhang Xianzong, who has just come out of the troubled times of the mountain of corpses and blood, this kind of solidified life means a rare good life, and they are afraid of all factors that cause instability, even development.
Rapid development also brings instability, and instability may lead to what they experience.
He is a native of Fujian, Zhu Yuanzhang and Chen Youliang were born in the year of the Poyang Lake War, and Fujian was killed in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty because of the Yisi Baxi Rebellion, and his childhood is estimated to have been spent in this environment.
It is no wonder that Confucianism was revived at this time.
At least Confucianism did fantasize about a stable society.
And stability is the consistent pursuit of the upper and lower levels.
"Ambassador, the imperial grandson has arrived."
The captain of the guard walked upstairs and said.
Yang Feng turned his head to look outside, and he could see a team of honor guards under the mountain, and a carriage that met the standards of the imperial grandson in the middle, but Zhu Yunxi hadn't come down at this time, and he could only see a person in a red robe in the car, taking a special car with a guard of honor, then this was an official visit, and he must be greeted at the bottom of the mountain.
Not only that, Yang Feng also has to be dressed up.
So......
"Change!"
Yang Feng said.
The most beautiful righteous girl hurriedly stepped forward with her two sisters, the latter holding Yang Feng's own design of formal clothes in his hands, as for the style, of course, his military uniform, and even a hat. Except for the color, because of the dyes and technical limitations of this era, there must be some slight differences, but there is basically no difference, and the fabric must also be different, but fortunately, it can be solved by ironing.
And some of the original copper alloy buttons were simply directly gilded.
Glittering.
As for the gun, of course, there must be.
So Ambassador Yang, who had finished changing clothes, was somewhat embarrassed with a small mirror.
"Let's go, and, tell your imperial grandson, this is our military salute."
Yang Feng saluted and said.
He was going to see Zhu Yuanzhang salute like this in the future.
Love to accept not to accept.
Zhang Xianzong silently looked at his dress......
"Your dress is also a placket."
He said.
"Isn't that possible?"
"At least Da Ming can't do it at the moment, Your Majesty has just decreed this year that no one is allowed to wear cardigans except for horseback riders."
"What does that have to do with me? Besides, he is too wide, does he think that only Hu Lu wears the right clothes? The Tang and Song dynasties all had plackets, and the women's clothing plackets of the Song Dynasty had long been popular, but it was not allowed to come to him? Does he find this kind of thing useful for his ban? You can tell him, don't talk about plackets in a hundred and ten years, folk python robes dare to wear them, and his clothing bans are useless.
Don't go against the preferences of the common people.
As long as the people find it convenient and good-looking, it will still become popular after all.
In addition, he told him that we dug up the tomb of the Shang Dynasty woman at that time, and we also wore a placket at that time. ”
Yang Feng said.
Then he walked up the stairs.
Zhang Xianzong was speechless, so he had to follow behind.