"The world is the same, with one heart, everyone is equal, living in Guangxia, worry-free and low."

"The Ming Dynasty does not pay tribute to the world with the scholars, but the Ming Dynasty wants to share the world with the people."

"No harmony, no compensation, no land, no tribute, the Son of Heaven guards the country, and the king dies!"

"Internally, both rigidity and softness, and help the world."

"Externally, strong and domineering, reprimanding and not subordinate."

In Kunning Palace, Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the piece presented by Zhu Biao, and his eyes were full of shock.

"This is the character of our little wind and snow."

A smile rose on Queen Ma's face and said, "This kid has finally corrected his mentality." ”

"Maybe."

Zhu Yuanzhang did not refute, and then, he looked at Zhu Biao again, nodded and said: "Boss, you go and draw up a holy decree to announce it to the world, and record it in the Emperor's ancestral teachings to warn and warn the kings of future generations." ”

"Yes."

"Also, it is snowing in Jinling tonight, and the weather is getting colder and colder, so the son wants to be the minister of the court, please ask for a holy decree to postpone the court for an hour, in order to show the kindness of his father."

Zhu Biao nodded, and bowed slightly.

In fact, this will, firstly, is to ask for the courtiers, and secondly, it is to let Zhu Yuanzhang rest more, so as not to exhaust his body.

"Since it was our eldest who said it, then we will be sure."

Zhu Yuanzhang immediately nodded with a smile.

"The minister there is a minister in the court, and I thank my father for his grace."

Zhu Biao smiled and nodded, then looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and Queen Ma again, bowed and said, "It's dark, so the son won't disturb his father and mother to rest, and the son will retire." ”

"Go back, slow down on the road."

After a few words of advice, Zhu Biao left Kunning Palace and returned to his Prince's East Palace.

"Feng Xue, this kid, really makes us more and more amazed."

After Zhu Biao left, Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head to look at Queen Ma again, and laughed softly: "Do you say we want to reward something?" ”

"Didn't you just enjoy it today?"

"No need."

Queen Ma waved her hand and said with a smile: "This kid didn't look for you, but for the boss, didn't he think about rewarding him, besides, what else can you reward him?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly felt like a fish in his throat, and then, there was a touch of helplessness in his eyes.

The official position, the editor-in-chief of the Hongwu Grand Ceremony, the left waiter of the Ministry of Rites, is indeed only a third-grade official, and his power is not even as great as that of a fourth-grade official, but that is Xiao Han does not want to, otherwise, the founding of the country, a generation of unparalleled ministers, how can he go to the Ministry of Rites, it is not that Xiao Han asked to go to the Ministry of Rites, otherwise, according to Zhu Yuanzhang's character, Xiao Han would have gone to Zhongshu Province.

Therefore, the official position must not be rewarded, then the rest is the lord, but Xiao Han is the Marquis of Suning, and he is already a marquis, and if he is rewarded, it will be the duke, how to reward, how to give?

This credit, reward the duke, the court is not allowed to fry?

Moreover, among the dukes that were drawn up at the beginning, Xiao Han was the most controversial.

After all, Xiao Han's exploits are fully worthy of the duke, and Lao Zhu is also a little excited, but Xiao Han's age is less than twenty years old, how can he seal it?

Therefore, for this reason, Zhu Yuanzhang and Queen Ma thought about it for a night, and finally decided to make a marquis, after all, there is a champion Hou Huo who is sick, and then with Xiao Han's credit, it is more than enough to be a marquis.

Now Zhu Yuanzhang is a little hard, and Xiao Han is unsealable.

Just the credit for this big fart now, Duke Feng?

The courtier felt.

"Harm."

"Don't think about it, Fengxue didn't tell you, didn't he just tell you that he was the boss's person."

Queen Ma glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang again, then shook her head and said: "Besides, the original refusal to seal Fengxue as the Duke of the Kingdom is not precisely because you want to leave Fengxue to the boss, so let them toss, why do you care so much?" ”

"Hmm."

"No matter, let them toss."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded in agreement.

Anyway, whether openly or secretly, the court knows that Xiao Han, Marquis of Suning, is a princeling.

In addition, Zhu Yuanzhang's confidence in his own Zhu Biao, even if he Zhu Yuanzhang dies, Zhu Biao can also control Xiao Han, that is enough.

But Queen Ma walked to the door of Kunning Palace, looking at the layers of snow that had accumulated in the courtyard, as well as the oncoming gusts of cold wind, and a touch of unbearable and painful flashed in her eyes.

This year's cold winter is a little earlier than in previous years, so how many people have to live in hunger and cold, and this heavy snow, how many people's lives have to be taken, think about how can you not be sad, but in the face of natural and man-made disasters, what can manpower do, just ask for this cold winter, as soon as possible, so that the people can live.

Xiao Han, who returned to the mansion, wore a thick robe, sat in the main hall, looked at the flying snow outside the window, and sighed.

"Brother Tong, go to the city gate tomorrow, set up a platform, relieve the victims, and fill the rice porridge."

Immediately, Xiao Han turned his head to look at Tong Zhangshun and said softly.

"Yes."

Tong Zhangshun nodded first, then looked at Xiao Han again, hugged his fists and said, "It's just that my subordinates feel that Lord Hou is doing this to help the victims, but it is in vain." ”

"What do you mean?"

Xiao Han frowned and looked at Tong Zhangshun.

"There is nothing wrong with Hou Ye relieving the victims, and even, Hou Ye can think about the people, and he is already better than countless ministers.

"But has Master Hou ever thought about what if the person who comes is not a disaster victim?"

A flash of disgust flashed in Tong Zhangshun's eyes, but then, he sighed again.

This is not a lie, in previous years, the good people in Jinling City will also help the victims at the city gate, giving rice porridge, but often can really eat the food in the stomach of the victims, very little, and most of the good porridge is basically deceived by people who are greedy for a small bargain, but you have no way to tell, so the victims can only consider themselves unlucky.

Now, that group of people is even more proficient, every winter, they will wait and see in advance to see if there is anything cheap to take advantage of, and when the real victims know that the rice porridge has been looted, where is there still half a grain of rice?

"Huh."

"Ben Hou thought something was going on."

Xiao Han pondered slightly, then looked at Tong Zhangshun with a smile and said: "In this way, early tomorrow morning, you go to the account room to get some silver, go buy some bran and come back, when you boil the porridge, add some weeds and sand to it, and then add the bran to it, followed by rice porridge, so that you can eliminate those who want to take advantage." ”

"Uh-uh."

"But Master Hou, the bran is the ration of the livestock, how can it be mixed with the relief rice porridge, besides, once this matter spreads..."

After listening to Xiao Han's words, Tong Zhangshun frowned, and the words on his lips also stopped abruptly.

Because, doing this can indeed eliminate people who want to take advantage, but the bran is a ration for animals, but Xiao Han gives it to people to eat.

Then once this spreads, it will be verbal and written, and even some incorruptible ministers of the DPRK and China can stab Zhu Yuanzhang about this matter, and at that time, Xiao Han's sin will be really big.