After burying my loved ones, the weather cleared up.

The fifteen-year-old old man, his sick second brother, the sister-in-law who almost went blind from crying, and the nephew who complained that he was hungry. These are the last few members of the Zhu family.

The kind-hearted aunt next door gave me half a bowl of rice bran, and the kind-hearted uncle in the village gave me a bowl of bran. The whole family sat together, as if they were reunited during the New Year. They endured the sadness and cooked a pot.

Then, the whole family shared the meal. These rich people fed the pigs, but the pigs didn’t even eat the stuff. They all went their separate ways!

My sister-in-law took her nephew back to her parents' home.

The second brother, leaning on a tree branch, went out to beg for food. We never saw him again in this life.

The fifteen-year-old man had the best life and entered a temple to become a monk.

Zhu Yunxi had never experienced these past events, and they were even unfamiliar. After he walked through the two-foot-high and seventy-five-foot-long main entrance of the imperial mausoleum, they came to his mind. The pictures were particularly clear and sad.

This kind of sadness made his eyes overflow with tears unconsciously.

The emperor's grandson burst into tears, and the courtiers following behind him burst into tears.

Passing through the main entrance of the imperial mausoleum, stepping on the long Shinto, looking at the majestic imperial mausoleum buildings in the distance. Zhu Yunxi suddenly understood why the old man knew that building the imperial mausoleum and the imperial city was a waste of people and money, but he ruthlessly built the whole sky

The biggest, best, most magnificent tomb.

Even if this grave is just for viewing. Even if the people in this grave have never lived a good life!

The saddest thing in the world is that a son wants to be taken care of but refuses to be loved. There is nothing like being a son who has a promising future, but his parents never enjoy the blessings.

Even if he is already the emperor, even if he is the Nine-Five Supreme!

But deep down in his heart, he was still the son of those two poor farmers. He would rather, willingly use all the treasures in the world to be happy at the knees of his parents.

He regarded all the glory and wealth as floating clouds and only thought, even in his dreams, of seeing his parents and family with his own eyes and having a full meal.

He built the largest tomb in the world, not to tell the world how promising he was!

But to make up for the debt I owe to my parents and brother.

The Shinto is very long, and Zhu Yunxi's feet on straw sandals were covered in blood and flesh, with bloody marks on every step.

On both sides of the road, there are tall and lifelike stone statues. They seem to be witnesses of this memorial ceremony. These nobles who were previously considered unreachable by the Zhu family are now silently and diligently guarding the underground palace.

Cross the Shinto Road and walk on the Royal Bridge. On both sides are golden palaces and bright towers. They are magnificent, luxurious and majestic!

What used to be common people's graves is now the emperor's mausoleum.

In the imperial mausoleum, Zhu Yunxi's great-grandparents are buried, as well as the old man's three brothers, a sister-in-law, and two nephews.

Going further, there are two huge stone monuments on the east and west sides, one is a Chinese character monument, and the other is a monument to the imperial mausoleum written by the old man himself.

After Li Shanchang built the imperial mausoleum, the old man became furious when he saw the inscription.

"These are all whitewashed articles by civil servants, and they may not be enough to serve as a warning to future generations!"

So I took up the pen myself and wrote the inscription while crying.

Standing in front of the imperial mausoleum monument, Zhu Yunxi looked up.

"Unfilial son, the son-emperor Zhu Yuanzhang would like to tell you!"

"kneel!"

While officials from the Ministry of Rites were singing and drinking nearby, Zhu Yunxi knelt under the monument and read aloud the emperor's autograph.

"In the past, my father lived in this place, farming was difficult, and he was wandering day and night."

Behind Zhu Yunxi, the hunched old eunuch Gou Ren suddenly stood up straight and shouted, "Your Highness, speak louder!"

"Natural disasters are prevalent in Russia, and your family members are in trouble."

Zhu Yunxi almost roared, and under the gaze of his courtiers, he roared and recited.

"The landowner has no regard for my morality, shouts and screams loudly, and has no regard for the land. The neighbors are melancholy. Brother Yi's generosity has benefited this yellow soil. There is no coffin and coffin, and the body is covered with poor clothes. How can I pay tribute to it?"

"What can I do? I have nothing to do. I rely on myself and humiliate myself. I look up to the vast sky. I can't rely on it. I have two shadows facing each other. I rush toward the smoke from the cooking stove. I stumble into the ancient temple at dusk. I look up at the cuiwei of the poor cliff and lean on the green. Listening to the monkeys.

I cry to the moon at night and feel desolate, my soul is wandering but I can't find my parents, my ambition is downcast and I'm wandering around!"

(In the morning, when I see smoke from cooking, I rush there to ask for alms. At night, when I see an ancient temple, I run there to stay. Sometimes, I look up at the towering cliffs and lean on them, listening to the apes moaning under the moonlight.

And I feel extremely desolate. My soul is long, my parents are not here, I am lost, wandering around, the west wind is rustling, and the flying frost is pattering. I am swayed by the wind like a flying pod, and my heart is as uncomfortable as boiling soup.)

As he read and shouted, Zhu Yunxi gradually understood. When he was young, the old man was once confused and asked the world, where is my future? He was also secretly sad, and he was also sad and heartbroken!

Zhu Yunxi also knew that the old man wanted to build Fengyang, the central capital, despite the disapproval.

Fengyang, the central capital, is not a decoration. Like the imperial mausoleums, it was built for the ancestors of the Zhu family.

Obviously he did not believe in ghosts and gods, but he still proudly told his ancestors how their descendants, Zhu Chongba, who used vegetation to satisfy his hunger and was so hungry that he could not even dig a grave, are doing well now. This is to comfort his parents, relatives, and the Zhu family.

In the future, we will no longer die of poverty, disease, or embarrassment.

"I personally conquered Jingchu, conquered Pinghu, Xiang, and all three seedlings, and entered Guanghai into Xinjiang. I ordered the general to level with Wuyue in the east, Qilu Yao with banners, and Yiluohan in the west. The land is dangerous and the river Huang is entering Hudu.

The market is not easy, and all the tiger ministers show their sharp edges and shine like stars."

Dad and mom, look at your son Zhu Chongba, he has finally become a hero.

Brother, sister-in-law, look at your brother, dominating the world!

"Carry dirt for Your Highness!"

As Gou Ren shouted, several palace officials placed a heavy pole carrying two loads of soil on the shoulders of Zhu Yunxi, who had never done any work.

"The ceremony begins!"

Zhu Yunxi was kneeling, his back bent by the weight of the pole, his shoulders felt bone-chilling pain, and he gritted his teeth. He knelt up and down the stone stairs along the diamond wall.

"Are you tired?" Gou Ren shouted loudly.

"Not tired!" Zhu Yunxi gritted his teeth and replied.

"Your Highness, speak louder!"

"Not tired!"

Yes, if your shoulders can’t even carry this little thing, how can you carry the world on your shoulders in the future?

The knee was also broken and covered with blood, and the plain clothes turned dark red.

Finally, we climbed to the top of the treasure.
Chapter completed!