Tao Kai, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, stroked his beard and said: "This year there are far more people than last year, which shows that our Ming Dynasty is prosperous. This is all due to the Holy Spirit, who works hard in the morning and evening, and exerts all his energy to carry out the clan. He was able to accommodate public opinion, and his holy virtue was manifested everywhere, and Haiyu reached the peak of his life!"
Chen Liang, the Right Prime Minister of Zhongshu, said with a smile: "The increase in land reclamation in counties and counties is also because the relocated people overcame the difficulties as quickly as possible and began to cultivate and open up wasteland with peace of mind. This is due to the help of His Highness the Prince, who has the people's likes and dislikes, and the resettlement method. "
"It's true, it's true that God has given me these two princes, the Ming Dynasty. It's God's blessing..."
The number of land reclamations this year is much higher than in previous years. All the officials were very happy to hear this. This has nothing to do with whether they are honest or not. Now everyone is on the Ming Dynasty ship and has already occupied high positions. , no one wants the boat to capsize.
Zhu Biao was quite happy when he heard this number. If the increase can be maintained, people in most areas will at least not starve to death in a few years. The biggest benefit in the early years of the founding of the People's Republic of China was that the population was smaller and there were more acres of land. As long as the situation is stabilized, it will not be difficult to feed most people.
Since Zhu Biao was happy himself, he was naturally willing to make others happy too, and he praised the officials around him. Anyway, it was only in private, so it didn't matter how he said it, as long as he made the whole room lively.
Zhu Biao was sitting in the middle of the class room, surrounded by civil and military officials, all of whom were chatting with each other with witty remarks, teasing each other about the anecdotes of his colleagues, and some humorous jokes. Such Zhu Biao did not continue to argue, but he did not will stop it.
In addition to small talk, someone would also say something that seemed incomprehensible at first. Zhu Biao usually thought for a moment before nodding with a smile, and then the atmosphere became more lively.
Officials all know that His Highness the Crown Prince is not a strict and conservative person, and there is room for laxity in many things as long as they do not really violate the laws of the court and oppress good people.
For example, which noble family wants to build a bigger mansion, which kid wants to be transferred to Zhongshu Province, who wants to find a royal life for his wife and mother...
It is not easy to go directly to seek help from the Holy Spirit, and it is risky to operate secretly. Moreover, the current situation is turbulent, and everyone is afraid of being caught at this moment, so they always use this opportunity to make insidious remarks. That’s all.
After two cups of tea, the sound of a whip suddenly sounded. Zhu Biao and a group of officials stood up, straightened their sleeves and robes, and then walked out of the squad room in an orderly manner to go to the morning court.
After the congratulations, it was as usual, the six ministers took turns to play, the censor at the Yushitai impeached the nobles, and the Zhongshu Sheng tried to smooth things over. The simple and profound morning dynasty was over. Some people understood and some understood. People don't understand.
More than a month passed like this day after day. One evening, Zhu Biao and Chang Luohua sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the two snoring children and said: "Although they were born prematurely, fortunately, neither mother nor child were left behind." What’s the root of the disease?”
Chang Luohua's eyes were full of happiness, and she naturally leaned on her husband. After passing through the gate of hell and giving birth to the blood crystal of the two of them, many of the etiquette and rules that were originally adhered to were not so important.
Perhaps it was at this time that the two of them broke through the boundaries of political marriage. Although it was not necessarily love, they were already inseparable. They lived and died together.
There is a heater burning in the inner hall. The first snow of winter fell in the capital last night. It was extremely cold. There are still some carbon deposits for the common people. People in the capital can buy some, but I am afraid they can only be used during the coldest time. After all, most of them
All were supplied to the northern state capital.
The situation will be different next winter. The civilian carbon will come out a little later. Although the Ministry of Industry is working hard to produce it, it is still too far behind to supply the entire Ming Dynasty. This is the limitation of productivity.
Chang Luohua said: "I heard that the emperor intends to make Yang'er the grandson of the emperor?"
Zhu Biao reached out and poked the little faces of the two children and nodded: "The memorial in the Ministry of Rites is actually the intention of many ministers. They feel that it is better to settle this matter sooner rather than later. My father is also a little moved."
The two children were impatient after being poked. They opened their mouths and cried in grievance. Chang Luohua pushed his husband gently in dissatisfaction, then leaned over to coax them up. After the two little ones fell asleep again, he hurriedly
Ask the wet nurse to take her to the side hall and sleep well to avoid their unscrupulous father.
The two wet nurses carefully picked up the two imperial grandchildren, saluted the prince who was leaning on the edge of the bed, and then turned around and walked towards the side hall. Zhao Huaian and others hurriedly followed.
These two little guys are very expensive now, and each of them has two wet nurses who specialize in feeding them. They are both broad-minded people selected by Lan personally in the capital, and they are of pure family and good character.
"Although there is an order of growth and development, is it too early? Two children are still..."
Zhu Biao frowned slightly and said: "There is no such thing. There is no difference between a quarter of an hour later and a year later. This is the rule."
Chang Luohua sighed, it was all the flesh that fell from his body. Although he was happy that Yang'er would be enthroned as the emperor's grandson so early, he could not help but feel sorry for his youngest son.
Zhu Biao didn't pay attention to the sigh of his princess. It's just a woman's kindness. No matter how young she is, she will be a future prince. Is it possible that her parents made mistakes in giving him such a noble birth?
At this time, Liu Jin's voice came from outside: "Sir, the military situation in the north is urgent. A few days ago, Yesu Die'er led his troops to invade the country in a large scale. There is enemy situation in Yansui Town, Jizhou Town, Xuanfu Town, and the Holy One summons you to the Jinshen Hall.
"
Zhu Biao responded and stood up to change his clothes in a leisurely manner. It was an expected time, not to mention that it had been a few days since the war started and he couldn't make it in time.
Chang Luohua didn't panic at all. Her father was the Kaiping King of the Ming Dynasty. Chang Shiwan was invincible. Now there are nearly half a million troops stationed in the north. What does it mean to invade from outside?
He personally put a unicorn cloak on Zhu Biao and said, "It's late at night and there's still snow outside. Your Highness, don't be in a hurry when walking, but be careful where you step."
Zhu Biao nodded and said: "Go to bed early. I will go to Chunhua Hall to rest after I come back."
Immediately, he took the sleeve stove handed over by Liu Jin and stepped out of the hall. He was faced with a gust of cold wind and snow, which blew away Zhu Biao's sleepiness. Surrounded by a group of palace maids and eunuchs, he passed through the Wen Building and went straight to the Jinshen Hall.
Many guards on duty could be seen standing at attention along the way, and the palace door leading to the harem was closed and heavily guarded. It was probably that foreign ministers had to come to the palace to pay their respects, otherwise there would be no need for such a battle at night.
In front of the Jinshen Hall, Zhu Biao stood still, ducked his feet, and untied the straps of his cloak. The mighty and domineering Mo Qilin cloak slipped down and fell right into the hands of Liu Jin who was following closely behind.
The hall was brightly lit, surrounded by eunuchs holding a map of the northern terrain. Zhu Yuanzhang studied it with great interest. He did not look back after hearing his son's salute behind him, and casually pointed at the memorial on the imperial case.
Zhu Biao was not polite. He walked forward and picked up the memorial written by Chang Yuchun. After reading it carefully, he found that it was not unexpected. Although it was difficult to transmit information on the grassland quickly after the snowfall, a large number of troops gathered.
The news cannot be concealed, not to mention that there are many leaders of small tribes who are worried about the Ming Dynasty's subsequent liquidation.