(Thank you for your support, I am so scared, I will work hard to repay you with my works)
(Many book friends don’t understand the character Zhu Yunxi. Let me do some popular science by the way. Zhu Yunxi is Zhu Biao’s legitimate second son, and his biological mother is Chang Yuchun’s daughter. Zhu Yunwen is Zhu Biao’s concubine, the second in line. After the death of Zhu Biao’s eldest son, he became
The eldest son of a concubine, his biological mother is Lu.)
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Grandpa Huang, let’s have a bowl of porridge!
In the palace, Zhu Yunxi held a bowl of fragrant, sticky and shiny porridge and said with a smile.
A few days passed, and Zhu Yuanzhang's complexion became better and better. Not only did the old man stop coughing at all, his complexion became rosy, and he could often go out for a few laps.
During these days, Zhu Yunxi slept directly outside Zhu Yuanzhang's palace, taking care of him without taking off his clothes. Whether it was the ministers in the court or Zhu Yuanzhang's concubines in the harem, they all praised him.
During the day, Zhu Yunxi met with his ministers outside the palace and handled government affairs. Zhu Yuanzhang made remarks from time to time.
At night, the two of them would tell jokes and then go to bed separately.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the porridge with disgust, frowned on the dragon bed and said, this is the same thing every day, can it be changed?
You are not feeling well now. The imperial doctor said that you should not eat too much oil and should eat light food! Zhu Yunxi blew a breath and fed Zhu Yuanzhang.
If you don’t eat it, there will be no taste at all! Zhu Yuanzhang turned away and at least gave him some pickles!
Old child, old child, Zhu Yuanzhang is no different from an ordinary old man who is in trouble at this moment.
Zhu Yunxi had no choice but to say to the outside, "Bring it in!"
The palace attendants outside lowered their heads, carefully brought the pickles in, and then lowered their heads to go out.
These palace servants were all grateful to Zhu Yunxi. The emperor had a bad temper, especially in recent years. In the palace, many palace servants were beaten to death because of poor service.
With King Wu here these days, the old prince is in a happy mood and the palace people don't have to worry.
In the whole world, I have never heard of any emperor who likes to eat pickles! Zhu Yunxi smiled, cut the mustard shreds into thin strips, mixed them with sesame oil, sesame vinegar, soy sauce, and soaked them in water.
In the whole world, which emperor is as low-born as your grandfather and I? What happened to the pickles? Pickles are good things! As he said that, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly shouted loudly, Grandson, what are you doing? When the pickles are soaked in water, all the sesame oil will go down.
No more, the taste is gone!
Zhu Yuanzhang's behavior reminded Zhu Yunxi of his previous life, when his grandfather made a fuss about drinking in the hospital bed.
Mix the pickles into the porridge and serve it with a spoon. The sesame oil is too greasy, so you have to eat less now. Master, be obedient and eat it!
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and swallowed the food, then laughed again, damn it, no one dares to take care of us in this life, my grandson will take care of me when we get old, haha!
In a few years, your grandson and your great-grandson and great-granddaughter will take care of you together! Zhu Yunxi continued to feed and said with a smile.
Zhu Yuanzhang was startled for a moment, then laughed, "You don't have a wife now, and you still want to give birth to a grandson for us?" After saying that, he looked at Zhu Yunxi up and down, he is a man now, and his stubble has come out. Grandpa, it's time for you to give birth to a grandson.
You're talking about my wife!
Then give your grandson a good choice! Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
Tell me, what do you want? When he talked about his grandson's marriage, Zhu Yuanzhang became more energetic and said with a smile.
Marry a virtuous wife! Zhu Yunxi continued to feed him. His grandson didn’t want anything beautiful and fragrant. He just wanted someone with a heart like his grandmother and mother, who knew how to live a good life, was kind-hearted, and generous.
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, these words came to his heart.
There are many beautiful concubines in the harem, but in his eyes, a wife must be a woman who knows how to live a good life, can love others, and is a good hand both inside and outside.
At this moment, Huang Gou'er came over to report, Your Majesty, Fu Youwen, the Minister of Household Affairs, Wu Zhiyu, the Minister, and others asked to see you!
Pass! Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.
After a while, the ministers and ministers in charge of the Ming Dynasty's finances, as well as the ministers of Duzhisi and other officials came in.
I will see you, Your Majesty!
Your Majesty, please see His Highness the King of Wu!
Get up! Zhu Yunxi put down his bowl and said with a smile, give them a seat!
Thank you, Your Highness!
Then the palace servants brought in small round stools, and the ministers sat down on their buttocks.
The monarchs and ministers at this time did not seem to be like the Qing Dynasty a few hundred years later, where they would live forever or die if they didn't.
Your Majesty...
As soon as Fu Youwen, the Secretary of the Ministry of Household Affairs, opened his mouth, Zhu Yuanzhang interrupted him, pointed at Zhu Yunxi, he was the prisoner of the country, and told him, "We are sick now and don't feel comfortable!"
Fu Youwen smiled sarcastically and informed His Highness King Wu that the first batch of stamps has been printed, please take a look! After he finished speaking, the Minister of Household Affairs behind him bowed slightly and handed over a hard copy of the memorial.
Opening it directly, you will find the first-generation stamps of the Ming Dynasty attached to the cardboard shell, still smelling of ink.
The stamps are about the same size as a cigarette box. There are four big characters written on one stamp, Daming Post. The characters are not pretty, but they are vigorous and powerful. They were printed using Zhu Yuanzhang's handwriting as a model.
Grandpa Huang, look! Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
Zhu Yuanzhang also turned slightly sideways and saw that the stamps were printed very beautifully.
It is half the size of a palm and is surrounded by jagged edges. Under the four golden characters of Daming Post, there is a looming five-clawed golden dragon, and there are also faint red marks on the edge. At the same time, in order to prevent counterfeiting, some stamps are also engraved on it.
The mark of the Ministry of Household Affairs of the Ming Dynasty and the year number.
The stamps of this era can be made like this, which is exquisite enough.
Zhu Yunxi sincerely admired that on this stamp, the layer-by-layer rendering technique of traditional landscape painting and the printing and mounting technology were vividly reflected.
It looks good! Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, and then asked, how much does it cost to make a piece of writing?
Returning to Your Majesty, the first batch of stamps based on your imperial pen was only printed with a thousand pieces, each costing seven coins...
What? Zhu Yuanzhang almost jumped out of bed and said angrily, how much does a bucket of rice cost for ordinary people, but you charge seven yuan for making a piece of paper?
Grandpa Huang, calm down! Zhu Yunxi quickly persuaded him to stop.
The printing of your imperial stamps must be exquisite, which of course costs money! Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, but although the cost is seven coins, the selling price is also high!
How much is this one? Zhu Yuanzhang stared at Fu Youwen and asked.
The latter lowered his head and whispered, thirty...three taels?
The young man was angry! Zhu Yunxi said, this is the royal pen model stamp of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty. I bought it as a family heirloom. How can it be thirty taels? One hundred taels!
One hundred taels? Zhu Yuanzhang was also shocked. Grandson, that’s too much! The annual salary of a second-rank official is only more than one hundred taels!
Not too much, not too much! Zhu Yunxi smiled and said, Grandpa Huang, we even lost money even if we sold a hundred taels!
Who would be willing to use stamps like this to send letters? The emperor's handwriting bought it and wished he could offer it up and pass it on from generation to generation like antique calligraphy and painting.
Then, I turned over the memorial that was covered with stamps. Behind it was the handwriting of a contemporary calligrapher, Liu Sanwu, as a model stamp, with the Great Wall on a blue background and the four characters "Tianxia Station" written on it.
This is Liu Xueshi's handwriting, and the price is only twenty taels! Zhu Yunxi agreed and said with a smile.
Next, there are those ordinary stamps that sell for two yuan, and the printing is relatively rough. Others include commercial stamps, cargo stamps and other bills, dozens of them.
The transformation of the post station into a post office for both official and civilian purposes has been announced to the world, and will be implemented first in Yingtian Mansion. Although Zhu Yunxi has not left the palace these days, he also knows that this matter can be said to have caused a sensation among the people.
At the post station outside Yingtianfu City, merchants and people come to inquire every day.
When will it be sold? Zhu Yunxi closed the book full of stamps and asked.
I am here to ask His Majesty and His Highness King Wu to make a decision! Fu Youwen replied.
Grandpa Huang, this is the first time in the world, please set a date! Zhu Yunxi said with a smile.
Zhu Yuanzhang thought about it, today is July 28th, so choose the first day of August, it will be auspicious!
I obey your orders!
As the ministers were talking, a yellow dog came in at the door of the palace, carrying something wrapped in yellow cloth.
What? Zhu Yuanzhang asked.
Your Majesty, you have been ill these days. The Crown Princess and King Huai were in the Buddhist hall day and night chanting sutras and handwritten the Filial Piety Sutra. As he said this, Huang Gouer slowly stepped forward and handed it over.
Haha! These two people are really determined to give up! Zhu Yunxi secretly thought in his heart, I'm afraid it will be counterproductive!
Zhu Yuanzhang's face softened a bit when he heard it was the Book of Filial Piety.
But after lifting the yellow cloth, he suddenly became furious.
Is this written in blood? Zhu Yuanzhang threw the Book of Filial Piety on the ground, and his body was affected by his parents. How does mutilating the body count as filial piety?