Zhu Yuanzhang doesn't care what a group of ministers think, anyway, he is happy, not because he is touted, absolutely not.

He was scratching his heart and liver at the moment, and he was a little angry, looking around, why can't you, a master, see us?

You said that you gave us so much, can we still treat you badly? You help us, but you still avoid us, you ......

"Hanhan, how good do you think it would be if you were a master?" Zhu Yuanzhang thought about seeing Han Han on the horse next to him, and Han Han rotated there with an iron skewer in each hand.

"Huh? Hanhan, I, high, horse, ride! Hey, hey, hey! Zhu Wentian cooperated.

"Oh my God! Right! Ride high on horseback. Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath and tried to keep his mind at ease.

"Uh-huh!" Zhu Wentian nodded.

Some of the surrounding ministers had calm faces, some shook their heads slightly, and Hu Weiyong showed a hint of disdain when he looked at Zhu Wentian.

Zhu Yuanzhang adjusted his mentality: "What Yichang said is good, when it is like this, the Yangtze River flows for a long time, and Dongting Lake is endlessly fished." So it should be! ”

He decided to win the hearts of the people according to the method of the governor and develop the local aquatic economy.

The other ministers did not add and object, their thinking could not keep up, it was not the case before.

How could His Majesty ask wherever he thinks and speaks? Give someone time to react!

"Go back tomorrow, it's getting colder, take a look at the things in the imperial city." Zhu Yuanzhang thought about returning after being relieved.

It's not that Xiaqiu Village is not good here, he is uncomfortable to live in, he prefers to live here, the space is smaller than the palace, and it is not so empty.

He was afraid that he would lose his fighting spirit, so he lived with Xiaqiu Village, which was too warm.

Only the Imperial City can make him excited and rule the world.

If you really want to rest, the same is true of Xiaqiu Village outside Chaoyangmen, where there are also children's amusement parks and ponds, small pavilions, cloisters, and pavilions.

Many ministers suddenly have a sense of loss and expectation.

The reason for the loss is that once they leave, it is impossible for them to go to Xiaqiu Village outside Chaoyang Gate, which is comfortable in Xiaqiu Village on this side, and it is estimated that it is more comfortable over there.

Looking forward to finally going back, so that I can go home and reunite with my family, and there are many 'local products' here, and I haven't gone back in the Mid-Autumn Festival!

……

"How many places have not been cleaned up? Be quick! Borrow cattle from other places to help. ”

In Sichuan Province, Liu Weiqian, who had just been mentioned by Zhu Yuanzhang to participate in politics, was busy coming and going, and he was in charge of the disaster-stricken place.

When a disaster occurs normally, the officials in charge of local government affairs will be sad, and the people will suffer.

Liu Weiqian is not sad, the people did not die due to the flood, they just washed some vegetable fields, and when the news came down from the palace, the food crops had not been planted, so they simply did not plant, leaving the seeds.

In the winter of Sichuan, there are hardy vegetables, and before the flood came, the people stopped the vegetables in advance.

Everyone runs to the mountains, it's uncomfortable, how can there be a good home? And with a pile of bricks and wood.

Liu Weiqian's heart was entangled, and he didn't know whether he was expecting a flood or not.

Then the rain fell heavily, and I saw the water in the river rise wildly, and finally overflowed the embankment.

Seeing that moment, he was no longer entangled, but some of the people cheered, as if it was a festive thing to send a big flood.

Eventually, the flood will end, leaving behind a mess of branches, sticks, beasts that died in the river, silt......

The people, who had psychological preparation and psychological construction, waited for the flood to recede, went down the mountain to see the situation, and then worked under the organization of the yamen.

Got rid of some mess, piled up the mud, and waited for the fields to be fertilized.

It was obviously a disaster, but the people only felt tired, but their faces were full of smiles, and they hummed folk songs while working.

It was said before, there is compensation, you can build a better house and increase the area.

The people are not short of hearts and eyes, and these tasks are nothing compared to life.

A wise man said! His Majesty has the people of Sichuan in his heart, and it is said that this time, several high-ranking people in the Qin Heavenly Prison were punished by God for leaking the secret of heaven.

Even so, they stopped when they were counting, and finally His Majesty personally went up to the stargazing platform, stepped on the seven star steps, and fought against the sky with the position of the Son of Heaven, pointing at the Beidou, and the seven stars reversed, only to know that there was going to be a flood here.

After His Majesty finished the measurement, he went back and lay down for three days before getting up, and he was almost taken away by the Heavenly Dao.

It's all spread like this, the more people believe it, whoever dares to say that this is not right, that is to disturb the existence of the world, quickly arrest it, dig a pit and bury it.

"It's borrowed, everyone is working hard, it's very hard." The officer replied.

"Hmmm! Are the seedlings of the cabbage head raised? O master! Luck for the Ming Dynasty! Liu Weiqian asked again and sighed.

He was afraid, his heart was full of awe, he felt that he didn't kneel thoroughly, but who could he not tremble if such a thing was replaced?

Arrange it from the beginning of spring, and then tell what to plant, so that next year it will be sold to help the people increase their income and offset the losses of floods.

It was still a beautiful day! Your Majesty has even thought about next year's affairs, is there anything more terrifying than this?

……

"Weiqian, what else is there?" In the evening, Liu Weiqian went home, and his wife cooked a meal for him, and he worried about the people together.

"No, that is to say, let the seedlings be raised first, and then transplanted, instead of directly planting seeds, the days are accurate! It's really just a seedling, and they know the local climate very well. ”

Liu Weiqian shook his head, he wanted to go back at the moment and find a master, it would be better if he could worship a teacher.

"Ask! It is said that it is a ten-year writing book, you can write it every day, we are upstream, and the news is delivered to Nanjing quickly.

You try this, the head of green cabbage is made, and people make it, and then fry the meat, which is called mustard shredded meat.

This is what is planted now, sent by His Majesty, and when it comes to the house, I will collect it, and you are busy there. ”

Liu Weiqian's wife brought over the mustard and fried meat, which was sent from the place in Xiaqiu Village by steam engine boat.

If the head of green cabbage is not pickled into pickles, it can be eaten as a normal vegetable, but the taste is a little worse.

After pickling, there are more ways to cook the dish, and I feel that the saltiness can be changed to a blister, and the final taste is very tender and a little crispy.

Liu Weiqian was suddenly stunned, and then stretched out his hand to 'grab' the lady next to him, and kissed him.

The subordinates of his family around him turned their heads instantly, but in fact, there were two maids and a steward.

"Let you taste the food, where are you going to eat?" Liu Weiqian's wife pushed him away and said with a blushing face.

"Yes, eat first, and then ...... in the evening Write tomorrow. ”

Liu Weiqian was relieved, theoretically under special circumstances, the official wrote a question book in ten years.

The main reason is that there are not enough people at the post station, you have one a day, and the post station on that road is too busy to be tired.

But it depends on the place, this is the upper reaches of the Yangtze River, send a small boat, and it will pass by with a whoosh.

Between the white emperor and the clouds, thousands of miles of Jiangling will be returned in one day. That's right!

As for some people questioning their participation in politics, and even maliciously attacking and slandering, it is not wrong, but in the end, the apes on both sides of the strait cannot stop crying, and the light boat has already crossed the 10,000 mountains.

Today's three watches, tomorrow will start to make up.

(End of chapter)