"Xiongying, your grandfather...... Grandpa is a ...... Terrific ...... People ......"

Bursting his eyes and spitting out the last word with difficulty, Huang Tieniu was like a matter on his mind, his body straightened up all of a sudden, and he closed his eyes with relief.

Before the sickbed.

Huang Xiongying wept.

He's not from this world, and like most of the main characters, he's a time-traveler.

And apparently, he also drew the main character template.

A dad died at the beginning......

Speaking of this father, Huang Xiongying is still grateful in his heart.

He crossed over to the Ming Dynasty, and his father, was really good to him.

The family is not rich and expensive, but Huang Xiongying has not been allowed to do a day's work.

If you can't say that you can't eat or drink, you don't have to worry about food and clothing.

And this father, who simply treats his son as an uncle, holds it in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, and holds it in his mouth for fear of melting.

Full of doting.

Huang Xiongying understands why there are so many bear children in this world, unfilial sons, as parents, they have to bear the main responsibility.

What's going on at home, Huang Xiongying said.

But, except for one thing.

That is, Huang Xiongying wanted to change his military status to a craftsman status.

In the history of China, from the beginning of the Warring States period, the system of "scholars, farmers, industry, and commerce" known as the four people was gradually established.

"Scholars" are the head of the four people, while "workers" and "merchants" are regarded as the last profession and have the lowest status.

In the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang rectified the household registration and strengthened the management of enlistment.

The household registration is divided into four major household registrations: military, civilian, craftsman, and stove.

The reason why Huang Xiongying wanted to change his military nationality to his craftsman nationality was because he wanted to engage in business.

The thinking of later generations is to make money.

Then the good will help the world, and the poor will be good alone.

With his experience in two lives, coupled with the help of the system, he believes that since he can't be a royal noble, he can also be a businessman as rich as Shen Wansan, so as to contribute to this era.

And there is another point, he does not want to join the army for the time being.

In this era of strict household registration, military registration means that generations have been in the army.

It's not that he's afraid of joining the army, and even he wants to experience the blood of the battlefield, it's just that he died suddenly from exhaustion in his previous life, and he wants to live a leisurely life for a while.

Since his father refused to live or die, Huang Xiongying had no choice but to give up.

However, Huang Xiongying still secretly made a lot of money, lived a rich life, and was carefree.

However, this is no longer the case.

Daddy's death like this means that Huang Xiongying's umbrella is gone all of a sudden.

It's all up to him.

"Hey—"

Huang Xiongying sighed lightly and bowed deeply to his father......

Next, it's the funeral.

Huang Tieniu was very popular during his lifetime, and several of his old comrades-in-arms came over to help Huang Xiongying handle the aftermath together.

As soon as the white cloth was pulled, the suona sounded.

Huang Xiongying decided to take care of his father's funeral in a beautiful way, and ordered a big red coffin for him, he worked hard all his life before his death, and he was not willing to spend money if he had money.

After a bit of excess, crying and crying in the courtyard.

"It's time to eat!"

A cry to pull the relatives and friends who rushed to see them off from their grief.

The children are even more jumping, so unhappy, they don't know what is happening, they only know that they can have a good meal, and they can follow the adults up the mountain to play later.

Relatives and friends were very satisfied, crying and laughing, and sent Huang Tieniu away.

Huang Tieniu is gone, what is really left to Huang Xiongying is a house on the bank of the Qinhuai River, the house is not a wealthy mansion, but Huang Xiongying is very satisfied, you must know this area, there is also a yard, what is the concept?

In the future generations, it will be more than 100 million.

Of course, what was left for Huang Xiongying was his last sentence before his death.

His grandfather was an amazing man......

……

Hongwu twenty-five years, April.

As in previous years, a continuous spring rain fell in Yingtianfu, which shrouded the entire Jingshi in gray weather.

Although the weather is not comfortable, it is what the people are looking forward to, because the arrival of spring rain means the beginning of spring ploughing, and it is also a good start, and everyone is looking forward to a good situation this year.

But this year's spring rain has cast a shadow on many people's hearts.

Because the prince of the Ming Dynasty and the current prince, Zhu Biao returned from his inspection in Shaanxi and died soon after.

Ying Tianfu, the Forbidden City.

This is a place that ordinary people cannot reach, and it is also the center of power of the entire Ming Dynasty.

Now.

The East Palace, full of plain palaces, solemn and solemn.

The old Zhu family, who wore linen and filial piety, knelt in front of the mourning hall large and small, and the sound of mourning resounded throughout the palace.

"The emperor has arrived!"

With a shrill voice, an old man with gray hair appeared at the door.

The old man was tall, but the clothes on his body were agitated in the still cool spring breeze, making him look thin, but a pair of bloodshot eyes were so deep that people did not dare to look at him.

It was as if he could be seen through by these eyes at once.

However, at this moment, these eyes, in addition to being deep, are still full of sadness.

There were no tears, and I stared at him in a daze.

It's just that the wrinkled skin can't help but twitch slightly, revealing a little bit of endless sadness in his heart.

The footsteps are steady and slow.

The gray-haired old man, but his waist was straight, he stepped forward slowly, step by step, and his powerful aura made everyone lower their heads and dare not look directly.

The old man is naturally the master of the day.

Emperor Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang!

"See the Emperor! Long live the emperor, long live, long live! ”

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at the people who were prostrate in front of him, and let out a cold snort in his nose.

"Hooray? Hmph, what year is it? Our sons are dead, but you are still here to call long live, do you want us to be a loner completely?! ”

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice landed, and the whole audience could hear the needle.

No one dared to make a sound, and knelt extremely steadily, for fear that if they moved slightly, they would be noticed by the real dragon in front of them.

"Whew-"

Zhu Yuanzhang breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the big red coffin in the center of the mourning hall.

Thick palms, resting on the coffin.

Looking at the coffin as if it had slept in the past.

Zhu Yuanzhang's body trembled slightly, his breathing became rapid, and his eyes became blood-red unconsciously.

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

And he is also his favorite son.

This desolate taste is only understood by oneself.

Sometimes, being too sad is not crying, it's not crying.

Burnout.

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly softened his feet.

But his hand clung to the coffin, and with the support of his son's coffin, he kept himself from falling.

Because he knew that at this time, he could not fall.

The Ming Dynasty needs him, and the people of the Ming Dynasty need him......

Today is the day of the prince's funeral.

When the hour came, when the suona sound in the palace sounded, the coffin was carried up by the white-clothed guards and sent to the filial piety tomb for burial.

The funeral procession was long.

Zhu Yunwen, Zhu Yunxi, Zhu Yunxi, Zhu Yunxi, Zhu Yunxi, four sons, and daughters, all followed the side of the coffin to see their father off for the last time......

Zhu Biao, the crown prince who won the hearts of the people and was pinned on by Zhu Yuanzhang, sent away like this, calling him "Prince Yiwen".

……

After the rain in late spring, the sun becomes bright and warm.

The prince's state funeral has passed, and Ying Tiancheng has begun to become lively again.

The business was opened, the job seekers went out into the streets, and the girls of the workshop began to shout upstairs......

This is arguably the most prosperous place in the world.

Especially on the banks of the Qinhuai River, it is even more crowded, shoulder to shoulder.

In the crowd, dozens of brocade guards in civilian clothes never dared to leave the two people in front of them.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Fu Youde.

After a long period of digestion, Zhu Yuanzhang finally walked out of the room and called Fu Youde, the only remaining founding minister, to take a walk outside the palace and relax.

"Hmmm......"

Zhu Yuanzhang's nose moved slightly: "It's so strong." ”

Fu Youde nodded, and then smiled: "Your Majesty, do you want to go to the hour?" ”

"Let's go!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was rarely a little interested, and strode forward......