"Your horse is good, better than your uncle's."

On the Baoding Shinto, Xu Zengshou mentioned the red donkey, and Zhu Gaoxu also smiled and explained the origin of the red horse to Xu Zengshou.

Hearing that Chiyu's identity was a sweaty BMW, Xu Zengshou gasped, and then said:

"This horse, even your uncles don't have it, but your boy is blessed to enjoy it."

Xu Zengshou had an envious expression on his face, and at this time, the wind suddenly blew, and the trees near and far were gargling.

The three of them instinctively looked up at the sky, but saw that the sky over Nanjing City was overcast, covering the sun.

"It seems that it should rain a little, but I don't know when the grandson will be able to arrive, calculate the time, the early dynasty should have ended two quarters of an hour."

Xu Zengshou said the time, and Zhu Gaoxu set his eyes on the door of the Baoding Underground Palace.

In his gaze, Zhu Yuanzhang slowly walked out of the dim dungeon, the expression on his face did not change much from before he entered, but after carefully calculating the time, he also went in for more than a quarter of an hour.

For such a long time, he was alone in the dim underground palace, and he thought that he had a lot to say to Queen Ma.

Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang walk out, the eunuchs and soldiers with him stepped forward with various sacrificial vessels and began to burn yellow paper and all kinds of paper ties.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood on the Shinto in black clothes, watching the yellow paper being burned in front of him, the firelight swaying on his face, and the ancient well was waveless.

Not long after, the wind became stronger, and the surrounding trees gargled violently, and the hems of Zhu Gaoxu and the others' clothes were blown.

"I'm afraid it's going to rain."

Zhu Gaoxu looked at the sky, and thanks to his keen five senses, he could feel that the air had become much more humid.

"Prepare an umbrella" He turned his head to greet a portable eunuch, who first returned the salute when he heard this, and then brought someone from the rear to bring the Huang Luo cover umbrella and many imperial umbrellas in the palace.

At the moment when he took the oil-paper umbrella, Zhu Gaoxu stepped forward with his eunuch and came to Zhu Yuanzhang's side:

"Grandpa, it's raining soon, it's time to go to Tanglin."

......Zhu Yuanzhang didn't respond to Zhu Gaoxu, he just stood in place, staring at the fire in front of him in a daze, until all the yellow paper was burned, he turned around.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, and there seemed to be no mood fluctuations, but Zhu Gaoxu could feel that he was different from the past.

Therefore, Zhu Gaoxu took the lead and led everyone to stand on both sides of the Shinto, giving way for Zhu Yuanzhang to walk.

When Zhu Yuanzhang walked in front of Zhu Gaoxu, he followed closely with an umbrella, followed by Guo Ying, Xu Zengshou, and finally the accompanying eunuch and Leopard Tao's guards.

According to the process, they walked towards Tangling, and the one buried there was the former prince Zhu Biao.

Everyone walked towards the Tanglin Shinto, but after only three hundred steps, they saw the Donglin Shinto monument.

Like the tomb of filial piety, after passing many Shinto buildings, the Tanglin Ming Tower also appeared in front of Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Gaoxu and others.

However, in front of the Tanglin Ming Tower at this time, there was Zhu Yunwen who had been waiting for everyone for a long time.

After getting closer, he stepped forward to salute Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Gaoxu also saw the sweat on his face, thinking that he should have come non-stop after the end of the morning court.

"Let's go, go in and see your father."

After Zhu Yuanzhang replied to Zhu Yunwen, he raised his legs and walked into the Tanglin Ming Tower.

Because Zhu Gaochu and Zhu Biao did not have a deep relationship, and Zhu Yunwen had already arrived, Zhu Gaoxu stood at the door of the Ming Building and did not go in.

However, looking at the posture of Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Yuanzhang, I am afraid that they are not ready to let themselves in.

"The old Zhu family's genes are really strong......"

Although standing at the door, Zhu Gaoxu could still see the portrait of Zhu Biao more than ten steps away.

The Zhu Biao on the portrait is different from the online legends of later generations, he has a round face and kind eyes, and has a beard that is representative of the previous generations of the old Zhu family.

However, compared with Zhu Di's beard, Zhu Biao's beard is almost the same as Zhu Yuanzhang.

Judging from the portrait, Zhu Biao's facial features are magnificent, and his eyebrows reveal a sense of benevolence.

Of course, although the portraits of the early Ming Dynasty were also more realistic, they were not as good as the sketches of later generations, and they could not be vividly revealed.

"In the future, if I want to leave a portrait, I will definitely have to leave a sketch, but I can't draw, which is a bit difficult......"

Looking at Zhu Biao's portrait, Zhu Gaoxu suddenly wanted to leave a realistic portrait.

However, he has no talent for painting since he was a child, and he can get his hands on hobbies, except for playing games and hitting the keyboard, I am afraid that he learned the zither and pipa in college.

Merely......

Zhu Gaoxu looked down at his height of five feet six inches at the age of fifteen, and couldn't help but think of how he would play the pipa as an adult.

A strong man with a height of 1.9 to 2 meters is likely to hold a lute...... What is this the king of the Oriental Kingdom.

Shaking his head, Zhu Gaoxu drove this picture out of his mind and refocused his attention on Zhu Yuanzhang's grandson.

The two burned incense and sacrificed in the Ming Tower, and after standing with their hands together for a while, they ended everything by Zhu Yuanzhang's turn.

According to the previous process, Zhu Yuanzhang should go to the underground palace to see Zhu Biao next, after all, the crown princess Lu has not passed away yet, and the underground palace should not be closed.

"Let's go......"

As Zhu Gaoxu expected, Zhu Yuanzhang beckoned him to the underground palace after leaving the palace, and Zhu Yunwen followed suit.

Seeing this, Zhu Gaoxu followed a step behind the two, and Zhu Yunwen's summary of today's morning dynasty also sounded in his ears.

"Grandpa, there is no big event in the early dynasty today, but the Shanxi political secretary is playing, and the people who moved to Gansu last year have fled back to Shanxi this year There are no less than 30,000."

As soon as Zhu Yunwen's words came out, Zhu Yuanzhang stopped, and Zhu Gaoxu was also shocked.

What is the population of Gansu, he has already known through Fu Youde and Feng Sheng, even if Zhu Yuanzhang has spent a lot of effort and continued to emigrate for more than ten years, the population of Gansu is only more than 100,000 households and more than 800,000 people.

However, nearly 500,000 of them were Mongols, Fan, and Semu who were captured and settled in Hexi, and Han Chinese accounted for less than 40% of the local area.

With such a population base, it is not surprising that more than 30,000 Han people flee back a year.

Of course, what made Zhu Gaoxu's heart even heavier was the attitude of the people towards immigrants.

The Ming Dynasty's policy for the Han people to move to Hexi was already very good, but even so it still couldn't keep the people.

Zhu Gaoxu remembered that when he was handling government affairs before, he saw the number of people received by Gansu and other towns last year, which seemed to be about 70,000.

It's only July, and last year's 70,000 migrants have fled back to 30,000, with a retention rate of less than 60 percent.

At this rate, I am afraid that by the end of the year, there will be less than 30,000 immigrants who will be able to stay.

You must know that those who fled were also paid by the imperial court to ensure their migration to Gansu, and now that they have fled, the expenses of the imperial court have been wasted, and tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of grains have become useless.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaoxu glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang, wanting to see a little human mood from his face.

It's just that he was disappointed, Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have expected it, he calmly turned his head to look at Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Gaoxu, and then explained:

"Those who fled back were sent to the Shanxi Prefecture as deserters, and the Shanxi Prefecture was ordered to exile them to Gansu, Su and other prefectures."

"Yes!" Zhu Yunwen returned the salute, and Zhu Yuanzhang also turned his head and continued to hurry after speaking.

The only thing left was Zhu Gaoxu, who was speechless because of Zhu Yuanzhang's words.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang showed Zhu Gaoxu the mentality of a qualified emperor.

He was not affected by the joy and sorrow of fleeing back to the people, and even tried his best to let them go to Hexi.

If you don't want to pass as a citizen, then pass as a prisoner.

In short, no matter what their status, they have only one fate, that is, to go to Hexi to defend the border for the Ming Dynasty and pay taxes for the Ming army in Gansu and other towns.

They can escape, but no matter how they escape, as long as they are alive, they will be sent back to Hexi, and this is their fate......

Knowing Zhu Yuanzhang's thoughts, Zhu Gaoxu took a deep breath, and then chased after their backs.