Dang! Dang!
The long and thick bells rang in the turrets of the Daming Palace.
The warriors in flying fish uniforms beat the bronze bells that represent imperial power rhythmically.
The sound of the bell began to spread like ripples in the air, centered on the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty, and spread to every corner of the capital of the Ming Dynasty.
Today is the day of the Great Court Meeting. Officials of the fourth rank and above in Beijing must attend. The Emperor of the Palace of Supreme Harmony listens to the government at the imperial gate. No matter spring or summer, no matter the cold or heat, no matter the wind, frost, rain or snow, nothing can be shaken.
As the bells fell, the palace doors of the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty opened. Countless officials, dressed in royal robes and holding ivory ceremonial tablets in their hands, filed in according to their official positions, separated by civil and military positions.
At this time, in the Fengtian Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Yunxi also took the ceremonial guard and began to march to the Taihe Hall.
Tsk! Tsk!
In front of the long emperor's ceremonial guard, two sturdy eunuchs walked square steps, waving their arms constantly as they stepped, making chichi sounds from their hands.
The palace servants who were cleaning the corridors of the palace immediately knelt down facing the red palace wall after hearing the eunuch's voice.
Mortals are not qualified to see the emperor.
Then came the eunuchs holding high ceremonial guards, wearing red wedding clothes and with white feathers on their heads.
Behind them are warriors wearing gorgeous brocade uniforms and silver helmets, with faces as deep as water.
They were tall and burly, and each of them seemed to be of the same height, short, fat, and thin. They held ceremonial weapons such as pumpkins, axes, and axes in their hands, accompanying the emperor's chariot.
Zhu Yuanzhang wore a dragon robe, a golden Zen-dyed crown on his head, and curtains made of gemstones and beads, covering his eyes, making him look a bit mysterious.
Zhu Yunxi, dressed in princely attire, walked beside the imperial chariot, holding on to the pole of the sixteen-man imperial chariot with one hand and holding the jade belt around his own waist with the other.
His back was straight, his eyes were straight, and his whole person looked like an unsheathed sword, its sharp edge clearly visible.
While the imperial chariot was marching, Zhu Yuanzhang would occasionally turn his head, and whenever he saw his grandson, who was well-groomed and graceful, he would nod slightly.
The imperial chariot stopped outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and Zhu Yuanzhang got down from the imperial chariot.
Grandson!
The grandson is here!
Hold your hand and let us go there together!
yes!
The emperor's old arm rested on Zhu Yunxi's vibrant arm. Under the golden dragon and yellow umbrella above his head, the two people had similar faces.
Zhu Yuanzhang never used the Jinluan Palace when he went to court.
His dragon chair was placed in the gate opening outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, which was called Yumen Tingzheng.
Long live my emperor!
The sound of worship from the courtiers was overwhelming, and the open space of the Hall of Supreme Harmony was filled with courtiers from the Ming Dynasty kneeling on their knees.
Zhu Yuanzhang stood beside the dragon chair and looked at his ministers expressionlessly. They all stood level!
Long live thanks!
With another roar like a mountain, the ministers stood up.
Standing next to Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Yunxi listened to the cries of the ministers, and his heart was racing with excitement. At the same time, he also had a question.
The emperor's great court meeting was held here.
Summer is fine, but how cold is winter?
No wonder the later Emperor Wanli didn't like going to court. He would get out of bed before dawn and sit in the ice and snow for meetings. Who would do that?
This is the court meeting, which is the most important ceremony for a country from the emperor to his ministers. Not to mention the ice and snow, no matter whether it is windy, snowy or even a knife, you must come.
He had some unclear questions in his mind, but the ministers were deeply shocked.
King Wu was actually by the emperor's side.
The emperor actually brought King Wu to court.
In the past, this honor could only belong to one person, and that was King Wu's father, the late prince.
Many people were thinking that the rumor that the emperor wanted to establish a grandson was true.
Looking at the tall and tall King Wu, many people must admit that the demeanor of the emperor's grandson is indeed somewhat similar to that of the emperor.
We were sick a few days ago!
At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang's voice sounded and spread to the square through the doorway.
Don't worry, it's a minor illness! We're fine now, and we're still strong! As he said that, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled a little, and at today's court meeting, all the ministers and ministers can speak freely. After saying that, he whispered to Zhu Yunxi, listen carefully, and see who can
If you can't do things, we'll test you later!
Grandson understands! Zhu Yunxi nodded.
I have this memorial!
A minister came out proudly, Ji Shan, the Minister of Rites.
Your Majesty issued a decree a few days ago that the Marquis of Xiping in Yunnan returned to Beijing for burial. Now that the coffin is on the way, Your Majesty would like to ask you to tell me how to choose an auspicious place!
The auspicious place is the cemetery. Since Mu Ying was ordered to return to Beijing for burial, it is not as simple as a cemetery, but an imperially granted cemetery for Mu Ying and even his descendants in the future.
It is a coincidence that Zhu Yunxi was lucky enough to visit the Mu family cemetery in his previous life. When he was just discharged from the army, he also spent half a year traveling on a budget. At Jiangjun Mountain outside Nanjing, he visited the family cemetery of this eternal loyal minister.
We can only admire it from a distance. The cemetery of Mu Ying and his family descendants was frequently robbed during the war years. Moreover, in the era of turbulent real estate, wealthy businessmen did not care about the so-called cultural relics and directly dug them up with excavators.
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It turns out that the Mu family's cemetery has been turned into luxurious villas surrounded by green hills and trees. It's a pity.
However, even if she is buried underground or dissipated in the dust, Mu Ying who is buried in Jiangjun Mountain seems to be guarding the tombs of Taizu and the Queen of the Ming Dynasty. Jiangjun Mountain leads to the Mausoleum of Emperor Ming like a gate.
Speaking of Mu Ying, Zhu Yuanzhang's face darkened a bit, and he said, "We have already issued an order to the King of Wu on this matter. He and the Ministry of Rites will take care of Mu Ying's funeral together!" He said, "Look at Zhu Yunxi, grandson, tell me!"
This scene made the officials even more frightened.
In the past, the prince accompanied the emperor to court, but the emperor had never spoken to the prince so kindly.
The emperor has decreed that the Marquis of Xiping should be the Duke of Guizhou! Zhu Yunxi said loudly that Mr. Mu’s legacy stated that he was willing to keep vigil for the late queen, so his mausoleum should be in Jiangjun Mountain!
For such a loyal minister and a family loyal to the Ming Dynasty, Jiangjun Mountain, which protects the Ming Emperor's mausoleum, is the best destination.
However, Zhu Yunxi didn't want to see the hero's tomb being robbed by villains again.
Although Mu Gong and I, Huang Ming, are not blood relatives, they are no less blood relatives! Zhu Yunxi continued, when the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Work build the mausoleum, they must dig deep and bury it deeply to prevent it from being too late!
I understand! The ministers replied.
His Majesty!
After Zhu Yunxi finished speaking, Fu Youwen, the Minister of Household Affairs, came out.
Yesterday's stamp sales saw a total of 170,000 letter stamps, 7,000 storage stamps, 15,000 accommodation stamps, 6,700 carriage and horse usage stamps, and 3,660 post guard stamps sold in the capital...
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Ordinary stamps cost two dollars, but other stamps involving accommodation at the inn, storage of goods, guards, carriages and horses are very expensive, and are estimated based on the amount and weight of the goods.
A total of two hundred and sixty-three thousand two hundred and forty-one taels of silver were collected!
Buzz, the officials were in an uproar.
So many small stamps were sold at once?
But when I think about it, I feel relieved. After all, for the first time in history, it is human nature for everyone to buy some for use at home.
But I didn’t expect that the various tickets from Yi Zhan Post could add up to so much money?
This is just one place in the capital. If all the prosperous Jiangnan towns and prosperous commercial places start to be sold, it will be an astronomical figure.
Two hundred and sixty thousand? Zhu Yunxi calculated in his mind that it was indeed a lot.
It should be noted that the annual tax of a superior state capital may not be this amount, and most of it is cloth, food, etc., which is not just money in vain.
The significance of precious metals in the hands of the government is a hundred times greater than that of the private sector. The amount of gold and silver reserves in the country directly determines the national strength of the country.
Is the calculation correct? Zhu Yuanzhang asked.
It’s absolutely true! Fu Youwen said loudly.
To be continued...