Seeing how confident Li Qing was, Xiaopang felt relieved: "I'm most worried about Jiaozhi. I'm really not good at martial arts, so I can only maintain the same status, but... Wen still has some achievements."
"You have already made great achievements, even before you ascended the throne." Li Qing said, "You are responsible for at least three percent of your father's great achievements."
"Hey~ I won't mention it then. I didn't really care about it at first." Xiaopang said with a smile, "What I'm most proud of is this migration of people."
Speaking of this, Li Qing also became interested. He didn't know how many people had moved out this time.
"How much is the total?"
"In just a few months, nearly four million people have moved, including more than 1.8 million people from Liaodong." Xiaopang said happily, "With so many people settling in the north, it won't take more than a few generations.
can thrive;
At that time, although we will not be able to compete with the south, we will be able to achieve the goal of moving the center of gravity of the granary to the north. As the saying goes, if you have food in your hands, you will not panic. If the national treasury has sufficient food, the government will be able to administer affairs much easier."
Even though he couldn't see that day, he was still happy.
When Li Qing heard that so many people had been relocated, he was very happy, "It's such a big achievement. If it happens twice more, wouldn't it be..."
"No way." Xiaopang shook his head, "In fact, this migration has caused a lot of anger and resentment, and everyone can't be appeased for a year and a half. In addition, with the opening of the sea in the south, it is not easy to do it again. This is very good. Don't be greedy.
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"That's right." Li Qing extinguished his unrealistic fantasies and was able to reach this point, which is great. He should not be too greedy.
In fact, from the Ming Dynasty to the present, many things have changed, and they are all developing in a better direction.
It is true that the gentry bureaucracy has not yet been solved, but this is not because Li Qing and the emperors did not work hard, but because the gentry bureaucracy has integrated with the feudal dynasty.
In other words, they are part of the dynasty and cannot be cured.
This is evident from the fact that even Zhu Yuanzhang, who killed without blinking an eye, would consider vested interests when implementing national policies.
Very good, this is very good, as long as you keep it... Li Qing said secretly: In two years, when the Ming Dynasty has truly settled down, I can leave with peace of mind.
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With the three-pronged approach of infuriating energy, acupuncture, and pills, Xiaopang looked very good today, and his energy and energy were also very good. The two of them chatted until the end of Shenshi, and then they dispersed after being exhausted.
After returning home, eating side dishes and drinking iced fruit wine, Li Qing was enjoying himself in the air-conditioned room.
…
The court situation calmed down, calmer than ever before.
The missing vacancies in the Sixth Department and the Metropolitan Procuratorate have been vacant, and Xiaopang has not been appointed again, paving the way for his son to be rewarded after he ascends the throne.
This routine is very cliché and even the officials can understand it, but it is very effective.
After all...who doesn't want to be promoted?
Although they were not very satisfied with the prince, for the sake of his official career, most people surrounded him in order to find a good future.
For a time, Zhu Zhanji's power was unparalleled, and it could be said that he would practice what he preached.
All his proposals were approved by both the six ministries and the cabinet.
Although Zhu Zhanji was still the prince, he was almost the same as the emperor. He had much more power than when Zhu Di went on the Northern Expedition and Xiaopang was in charge of the country.
Mainly because Zhu Di didn't trust Xiaopang, but Xiaopang trusted Zhu Zhanji.
Zhu Zhanji is indeed capable and handles both big and small matters perfectly. At least Li Qing can't fault him.
This prince is really good. He has Zhu Di's ruthlessness, Xiaopang's gentleness, and Zhu Yunzhen's enthusiasm. He is full of energy and tireless.
Li Qing's senses about him continued to improve, and because he took over, Xiaopang was truly liberated.
The fat little guy who had been working so hard finally stopped worrying about government affairs and had more smiles on his face.
The two spent the whole day together, treating illnesses, chatting, telling stories, reminiscing about the past...
Days pass day by day, midsummer, early autumn, late autumn...
Time flew by so fast that Li Qing felt that winter had already arrived before he had even passed it.
This year, as in previous years, Beiping became cold as soon as winter entered. The fresh wind blew away the crisp autumn air and blew away the dead leaves from the trees.
Everything is desolate, and the severe cold of winter continues to increase.
Li Qing went to the palace more frequently, stayed longer, and sometimes stayed overnight.
On the winter solstice, it snowed heavily.
In the yard, on the roof, on the branches... Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, the crunching sound when stepping on the thick snow is very pleasant and comfortable.
The three female cats stayed in the wing and did not go out. They were afraid of the cold and could not bear the cold.
The effect of zhenqi continued to weaken, and it was almost no longer able to protect them from the cold.
Li Qing built three snowmen. This time, he made them more vivid and vivid.
Similar in shape, similar in spirit, lifelike.
The sky cleared up and the wind stopped. The three women admired the snowman with wonder on their faces, but they said: "It doesn't look like it, it's not even close."
Li Qing smiled and did not argue, "It will become more and more similar."
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Xiaopang's health got worse. Li Qing was afraid of an accident, so he simply moved into Qianqing Palace.
Li Qing was always by his side, and all government affairs were taken care of by Zhu Zhanji.
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The second day of the twelfth lunar month, the fifth watch day.
Xiaopang slowly opened his eyes and called softly: "Brother Qing."
"I'm here." Li Qing was sleeping very lightly. When he heard the call, he immediately got up and came forward, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Xiaopang forced out a smile and said, "Let me call Zhan Ji, and... Xiao Zhang, the Sixth Department, and the cabinet have also been notified."
Li Qing's heart trembled: "Let me help you take a look first."
"Call someone first." Xiaopang said.
"Okay." Li Qing did not insist and walked out quickly.
After a while, he turned back and took his hand to check his pulse.
"No need to worry about it, I know my body well." Xiaopang said with a smile, "I've been quite comfortable in the last few days. It's actually nothing. I'm not afraid."
Li Qing's vision was a little blurry. He blinked and said with a trembling voice, "It's okay, Brother Qing will make you angry."
As he spoke, the zhenqi in his body circulated crazily, instilling it into Xiaopang...
"Brother Qing..."
"Stop talking, it'll be fine soon, it'll be fine soon..." Li Qing stood up to get the needle box, but he was so hasty that he kicked the chair several meters away without noticing.
"Crash...!"
"It's okay, it's okay..." Li Qing muttered, took the needle box, opened it, sterilized it, took a deep breath, and calmed down his turbulent emotions.
Phew~ That's it... Li Qing took the needle and inserted three needles in Xiaopang Baihui, Neiguan and Yongquan, and gently twisted it, "They will come in a while, you don't have to worry or be afraid...
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He comforted me, but my heart was empty, my stomach was sour, and my chest was tight...
"I'm not afraid, brother Qing, don't be afraid either."
"I'm not afraid." Li Qing's voice was a little loud.
Xiaopang just smiled, looked at Li Qing, and smiled gently.
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"Father...!"
Before anyone arrived, the voice came over first, and within a moment, Zhu Zhanji rushed in in a hurry, wearing only a white coat and a black cloak.
"Father." Zhu Zhanji walked to the couch and knelt down. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His throat seemed to be blocked.
"You kid..." Xiaopang smiled kindly, "It's such a cold day, aren't you cold in such thin clothes?"
"I'm not cold, I'm not cold..." Zhu Zhanji shook his head, his voice was hoarse, and big tears fell down.
Xiaopang's parenting philosophy is completely different from Zhu Di's. It is precisely because Xiaopang grew up with sticks, so he doesn't want his son to be like him, so he is very tolerant to his son and almost never blushes.
The relationship between father and son is particularly good, better than that between ordinary father and son.
"Your Majesty..." There was another sad cry, and Queen Zhang walked quickly with her palace skirt in hand, came to the bed... and wiped away her tears.
In this kind of scene, women always have poor expressive skills. Empress Zhang couldn't say a word except crying.
"Don't cry. I'm not dead yet. Save your energy and cry when you have time." Xiaopang thought he was very humorous, but this joke was really too cold, even colder than the weather in Sanjiu.
At this last moment, it was the person involved who spoke the most, while the bystanders could only wipe away endless tears.
Xiaopang is not sentimental, does not recall the past, does not dwell on the past, he just talks about his family's shortcomings.
Some of them were said to my daughter-in-law, and some were said to my son. They were very trivial, very one-sided, and completely incoherent. I said whatever came to my mind.
The mother and son nodded and shed tears.
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There was a noise outside the palace, and then, the small yellow door came in and whispered: "Your Majesty, all the ministers are here."
"Xuan!"
After a while, Jian Yi, Xia Yuanji, Yang Shiqi, Yang Rong... a group of people rushed into the inner hall and bowed down.
"Long live my emperor, long live my emperor...!"
Xiaopang smiled bitterly: It’s already this time, so why live longer?
He tried to sit up, but this movement had become a luxury for him, and the warm current in his body could only make him breathe a sigh of relief.
"After my death, I will pass on the throne to the crown prince... The prince is benevolent, filial and generous. He will surely become a wise king in the future. You and others should help you with all your heart."
A group of people bowed their heads and waited for the next step with sad faces.
However, Xiaopang has nothing to say.
The matter of entrusting an orphan is just a formality. Furthermore, the prince Zhu Zhanji is already twenty-six years old, an adult and mentally mature. Xiaopang will naturally not give these people the power to restrict his son.
"Your Majesty...do you have any more instructions?" Yang Shiqi asked boldly.
Xiaopang took a breath and said, "Go to the outer hall and wait."
"I obey the order." The ministers bowed and bowed, then left the inner hall with dissatisfaction.
I thought that Tuogu would be able to share some benefits, but I didn't expect that in the end, it was just a basket of water. It was bitter and at the same time, it felt like it was taken for granted.
The prince... really doesn't need them to bear the burden.
There are only three members of Xiaopang's family left in the house, Li Qing.
Xiaopang took a few breaths and looked at the window, "Is it dawning outside?"
Li Qing turned around and opened the window, stepped forward and said: "It's bright, the sun will come out in a while."
"Hmm..." Xiaopang snorted and fell silent. After a long time, he spoke again: "Brother Qing."
Li Qing walked to the couch and squatted down, "Say."
"Can you still turn it over?"
"I can turn it over," Li Qing said softly, "Brother Qing, I can turn over 200 times in a row without losing breath."