All things born will be a process from birth to aging, and nothing will remain eternal.

However, this kind of aging is particularly cruel to people, because behind the aging is death.

For other crops, their aging is actually maturity.

When a person dies, his soul returns to the dust, and the crops are mature for people to use.

This also confirms that all things are born with the law that nourishes humanity.

But if you think about it deeply, the whole cycle is actually a bit unsatisfactory.

For example, we humans have harvested crops that can sustain life by filling our stomachs, but never thank these crops, but thank the heaven and earth.

Even from the beginning of our ancestors, we regarded everything we obtained as a gift from God.

Are we grateful to God or God?

Is it a creation? Or must one express devotion to something unknown and vague?

And after this pious worship, all our efforts and hard work are so insignificant.

You see, because there is heaven, we are there.

If there is no such sky above our heads, what's the use of even if we are as hardworking as ants?

Without this sky, even if you keep farming for twelve hours a day, you still can’t eat enough or wear warm.

Does God have life?

Human life comes from parents, what does it have to do with heaven?

Why do people create everything in this world put their creations after the wise gift of heaven?

In fact, God is also created by man.

People are very cheap, and they always try to restrain themselves from these things they have created?

No, it’s not because people are cheap, nor because the sky is so unfathomable.

Instead, people, those who stand at the top of the human food chain, need heaven and commanding heights above clouds like heaven to rule.

Such people are called rulers, and they incorporate the simplest emotions of human beings such as gratitude and reverence into etiquette and law. Therefore, with respect and respect, there is a kind of worship, there is a level of worship, and there is a high and low.

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In the early morning of late autumn, the breeze cannot dissipate the mist, and the faint water vapor follows like a shadow.

The moment the morning bell in the Forbidden City rang, Zhu Yunyu got up from the bed, washed up and put on the mahjong clothes that had been prepared long ago in Guanglu Temple.

On the mid-spring day of the auspicious year, the emperor personally went to the cultivated land. In autumn and summer, he heard the fruits of the whole world. He chose the auspicious day to store it in the divine warehouse.

The emperor is the ruler, so it is natural to use this disorderly etiquette and law of heaven and earth to rule the subjects.

The best way to rule is to set an example.

In spring, there is a Spring Plough Festival, and the emperor personally supports the plow in the fields. The emperor pushes three times, three dukes and five times, and nine times, and nine times, and the princes and princes.

In autumn, harvest is about to be achieved. The emperor will pay homage to the god in charge of storage again and go to the fields to participate in the harvest in person.

This year's autumn harvest ceremony is different from previous years, because the Ministry of Revenue carefully selected and specialized in Li Jinglong's farm, the farmers who were responsible for planting Hong potatoes said that Hong potatoes are ripe.

The court had been looking forward to this day, thinking that this kind of crop could give the people of the world more food and less famine.

If you can really produce dozens of stones per mu, it will be auspicious for the Ming Dynasty from heaven. When it is a special book, it is admired and praised by thousands of people.

In addition to a bumper harvest, the meaning represented by Hongshu is also even more unusual.

He can reflect the power and kindness of heaven and make the people more pious.

Zhu Yunyu walked out of Lezhizhai in maiyi and slowly walked towards the old man's bedroom.

The morning of the Forbidden City was particularly quiet, and occasionally birds flew down from the branches. In the deep corridor, a few vigilant wild cats quickly disappeared after seeing the emperor's ceremonial guard.

Then, when the emperor's team passed by, they turned back again, climbed up the wall proudly, and looked at the team in the distance with disdain.

Then, he squinted his eyes and stared at the birds on the branches, staring at them.

"Have the emperor got up?" Outside Yong'an Palace, Zhu Yun-hyun asked Park Bucheng, who was kneeling outside the hall to greet him.

"When I say to Master Long Sui, the old master has already gotten up!" Park Bucheng was also wearing mahjong and smiled, "I just drank two bowls of millet porridge, waiting for you!"

Zhu Yunxi nodded and walked into Yong'an Palace solemnly, facing the main hall where the old man lived.

In addition to the palace eunuchs standing with their hands down, there are also several historians who always record their words and deeds.

"Grandson, please treat the emperor to the emperor!"

Zhu Yunxiu stood under the white marble elixir steps and kowtowed.

With a creak, the door of the old man's bedroom slowly opened.

First, a crutch poked out from inside, then a pair of slightly damaged cloth shoes, and then the old man in the same linen clothes walked out slowly majestic.

"Grandpa Emperor, grandson always picks you up and performs the autumn harvest ceremony!"

"I understand!" The old man said lightly, waved his crutch, indicating that Zhu Yunxiu would not need to come up to support him, and straighten his back and get down from the elixir steps.

"Have you had breakfast?" The old man walked up to Zhu Yunxiu and asked with a smile.

"My grandson ate four elephant-eyed buns in the morning, with mutton stuffing!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, "Well, you can only have the energy to work after you are full!" As he said, he laughed, "In the people, no matter how poor a family is, they still have to have two dry meals in the autumn harvest these days."

Speaking of this, waved his hand and said, "Go!"

Park Bucheng next to him immediately shouted, "The Supreme Emperor!"

In the middle of the temple, the two of them walked in front, and a long line was behind.

The father and the other two had just left the harem and passed Zuo'anmen, and there were countless people outside who knelt down with long live shouting.

The leading ministers and ministers were all in a mess.

Then the two men sat on the imperial chariot, and the civil and military officials walked and drove out of the palace in a mighty manner.

The more wise the emperors were in ancient times, the more they should pay attention to the Spring and Autumn Period scriptures.

The more the ruler sets the rules, the more he has to follow them.

The grand team left the palace gate, and the outside was filled with Jinwu Guards and Imperial Guards.

As the heavy palace gate opened, the light between heaven and earth also completely scattered. The fog and water vapor in the clouds disappeared under the sunlight.

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The imperial chariot was very generous, enough for the two of them to fall into a skeleton without any image of an emperor inside.

The old man glanced at the people outside, turned his head and looked disdainful, "We have said a long time ago, don't make such a big deal. Is this a fucking thing going to work? It's not that we look down on these people, give them two acres of land, and they can eat dogs!"

Zhu Yunxiu put Nuan Luo at the old man's hand and smiled, "Since the court officials learned about Hongshu, they were all watching. Especially in the Ministry of Rites, a group of officials gave me notes to their children and grandchildren all day, fearing that the scale of the ceremony was too small."

"Grass!" the old man laughed and scolded, "What can I do with such a big battle? If God doesn't give you face, you will have nothing to collect." As he said, he sighed, "It's all a fool."

As he said that, the old man held up the tea bowl, "Da Sun, if this Hongshu really produces dozens of stones per mu, where will we promote it next?"

"My grandson discussed with officials from the Ministry of Revenue and other officials." Zhu Yunxiu said, "The grain harvested this fall will be given to the north, especially the border areas."

The seeds of Hongshu produced in only one farm naturally would not be enough to distribute the entire empire, so they were divided into order.

"Since Hongshu is not picky about land and is not afraid of drought and flood, it is given priority to promote it in poverty. Local officials are dedicated to cultivating good varieties and promoting them as appropriate." Zhu Yunxiu continued, "At the same time, the Ministry of Revenue will immediately expand the scale of breeding in the capital."

"Well!" the old man nodded, "This matter is unhurried. It will take several years for everyone in the world to use it." As he said, he suddenly looked at Zhu Yunxiu, "However, when doing things, you have to be different from the distance. It's nothing to put them in other places for a while. Our hometown Fengyang cannot be neglected."

"Don't worry, Grandpa," Zhu Yunxi smiled, "The grandson has told him below and is the first to promote it in Fengyang."

This answer obviously made the old man feel relaxed.

"Well, our hometown is so good that others can't say anything." As he said, he said, "Tell Fengyang to stay and plant the tombs of our ancestors with Hongshao!"
Chapter completed!