Seiwa

In Nanjing City in August, there was not a drop of rain for days, and it was so hot that people couldn't breathe.

In this kind of weather, wearing official clothes to go out for a walk is indescribably uncomfortable.

Emperor Taizu Gao stipulated that if there is no rain, officials are not allowed to hold umbrellas.

Not allowed in the city, let alone in the palace.

Facing the scorching sun, Meng Qinghe walked to the Wenhua Hall, sweat soaking through his shirt quickly.Looking at the big Han general on duty, admiration arises spontaneously.He was unbearably hot in his official uniform, and he stood in the sun with his head held high and his chest held high, with several tens of kilograms of armor on his body.

When they arrived at the Wenhua Palace, Meng Qinghe's face was flushed, sweat slid down his cheeks, his official uniform was crimson, and his back was dark.

The eunuch serving outside the warm pavilion bowed and pushed open the closed door.

A gust of cool wind blew slowly, and Meng Qinghe was refreshed instantly, and stepped into the room, as if he was alive again.

Inside the Warm Pavilion, four ice basins were placed in the corners, and seven or eight eunuchs took turns shaking wooden fans.With the rotation of the fan blades, the cool wind keeps driving away the heat, and the inside and outside of the warm pavilion almost become two worlds.

No wonder it's closing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, he was no longer uncomfortably hot as before, and his restless mood gradually calmed down.

"Small insurance."

Zhu Zhanhe, dressed in bright red uniform, was studying the model of the treasure ship on the table, when he saw Meng Qinghe, he immediately got up to say hello.

"My son is well."

The eunuch brought a handkerchief, Meng Qinghe wiped his hands and face, but couldn't change his clothes, so he could only bear it.

Zhu Zhanhe was the only one attending the class today.

The Son of Heaven is about to go on a northern tour, and the Kings of Han and Zhao are ordered to follow him and are busy with various preparations.Zhu Zhanji has another class. There are four big cases placed in two rows, and there is only one three-headed person who is listening carefully.

"Do you still remember what I said last time?"

"I remember." Zhu Zhanhe nodded, picked up a book, the words on the cover were very domineering.Open it, and each page of the book inside is painted with a miniature version of the map, with prefectures, prefectures and counties marked on the map, "I remember what the Shaobao said."

This booklet was specially compiled by Meng Qinghe for Zhu Zhanhe. The map on the page was drawn by the doctor of the Ministry of War, and the inscription on the cover was written by the King of Han.

Zhu Gaoxu's wild strokes have the essence of Zhu Di, domineering and flamboyant, which can be written by ordinary people.

In other words, it is quite a test of people's aesthetics.

Meng Qinghe took out another book, which also had maps drawn, but the labels were blank.

"The next official has the courage to test the prince, okay?"

Zhu Zhanhe immediately puffed out his small chest, "Please enlighten me, Shao Bao."

Very confident, very good!

Meng Qinghe nodded. Although he was not a natural material for teaching and educating people, and he was pushed out of the shelves, but with a student like Zhu Zhanhe, the sense of satisfaction and accomplishment is extraordinary.He can somewhat understand Dao Yanqiang's mood of accepting disciples.

Feeling good about yourself, boasting?

Uncle Meng shook his head, the facts speak louder than words, he has the capital.

Turning to a page at random, Meng Qinghe asked: "Maybe the prince can tell where this map is from my Ming Dynasty?"

"It's Liaodong!" The chubby little hand tapped on the paper, "This is Liaodong Dusi!"

Zhu Zhanhe's face was flushed, his eyes were bright, and he clearly said, please praise!

"Correct, the son is smart." Meng Qinghe smiled, and then asked, "Where is this place?"

"Xuanfu!" Zhu Zhanhe replied quickly, "Father is farming here!"

"..." Should it be praised?I always feel that something is wrong.

"Shao Bao?"

"Cough!" Meng Qinghe coughed, and turned another page, "Does your son know about this?"

"Shuntian." Zhu Zhanhe answered faster, "The emperor's grandfather used to live here, and he wants to move the capital."

After asking several questions in succession, Zhu Zhanhe answered them all.

During the question and answer session, Meng Qinghe taught Zhu Zhanhe a lot of geography knowledge, interspersed with folk stories, which would not make Zhu Zhanhe's lectures boring, let alone make him tired of studying.

"There are Jurchens in Liaodong. They are divided into many tribes. They are cold-resistant and brave. They are good at riding, shooting, fishing and hunting. After they belong to our dynasty, they will trade with each other and pay tribute on a regular basis. The two tiger cubs raised by the son are the offerings of Mao Lianwei Jurchen."

"Jurchen is good at fighting? How about Biwuliangha?"

"We can't compare it now, but who can say what will happen in the future? Just like the Yuan Dynasty, it was also defeated by Emperor Gao of Taizu? The son of the world should know it, know yourself and the enemy, and prevent problems before they happen."

With a gentle voice, Meng Qinghe patiently answered all the questions raised by Zhu Zhanhe.When encountering those who cannot answer, they will not prevaricate casually, and directly say, "Your Majesty, you can ask His Highness the King of Han for advice."

If Zhu Gaoxu couldn't answer, he could ask Emperor Yong Le for help.Emperor Yong Le was stumped, and all the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty could serve as think tanks.

The six heavenly officials, the bachelors of the Hanlin Academy, the Metropolitan Procuratorate of the Taichang Temple of Dali Temple, and even the Qin Tianjian are all talented people.Leaving it unused is a complete waste of resources.

"Ask your father?"

"Yes." Uncle Meng had no pressure to dig a hole for the King of Han to step on, "His Royal Highness is knowledgeable and talented, and he will definitely be able to solve the doubts for the prince."

His father's military strength is superb, and Zhu Zhanhe believes in it.

Knowledgeable and knowledgeable... Zhu Zhanhe blinked his big eyes, so that Uncle Meng almost failed.

Uncle Meng turned his head silently and wiped his sweat. It is a good thing that students are smart, but if they are too smart, it will give the master a headache.

Halfway through the course, the eunuch who shook the wooden fan took three shifts.

There was a knock on the door outside the Nuan Pavilion, and several eunuchs brought a whole plate of melons and fruits, saying that it was a gift from the emperor, to relieve the summer heat for the son and Meng Shaobao.

The melons and fruits Zhu Zhanhe used were only soaked in cold water without ice.The porcelain plates sent to Meng Qinghe were covered with ice cubes, and when they got closer, a smoky air-conditioning could be seen, and a small drop of water had condensed on the edge of the porcelain plate.

Seeing the cantaloupe and a few raisins on the plate, Meng Qinghe asked curiously.The eunuch who delivered melons and fruits immediately replied: "They are all from the Yilibali department."

Also in Bali?

After biting a piece of melon, Meng Qinghe opened the map and realized for a moment, no wonder, Xinjiang for future generations.

After finishing the melon and fruit snacks and taking a short break, Meng Qinghe started teaching again.

This time, he was not talking about maps, but about weapons.

A delicate small gun was lying quietly in the yellow wooden box at the moment.This firecracker was made by the Nanjing Bingzhan Bureau. With reference to the blueprint sent by the Beijing Bingzhan Bureau, some parts were changed. It is very close to the structure of a flintlock gun. The aim is quite good, but it still cannot be fired continuously.

Firecrackers are used in classrooms, so naturally they are not filled with gunpowder.The purpose of Meng Qinghe is not to teach Zhu Zhanhe the structure of firearms, but to use firearms as an example to draw out the role that thermal weapons will play in future history.

"My son, please take a look."

Meng Qinghe unfurls a picture of a military exercise, which shows two armies fighting, one is cavalry, and the other is infantry with a combination of firearms and cold weapons.If not limited by the conditions, he would like to make wooden models.After asking Shen Xuan's opinion, he gave up the idea and could only make up for it with pictures.

Innovation is possible, but it should not be too outrageous. Subtle influence is the way to proceed cautiously.

"Which kind of tactics will the officers and soldiers of our court adopt in the face of battle, can the prince know?"

Zhu Zhanhe shook his head, at his age, no one would teach this except Meng Qinghe.Even Zhu Di and Zhu Gaoxu never thought about instilling military theory and weapon knowledge into a three-headed body.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember when the Son of Heaven personally guarded the martial arts competition?"

Zhu Zhanhe nodded.

Opening the wooden box, Meng Qinghe took out the blunderbuss, and referring to the troop exercise map, starting from the personal guard contest, he began to explain to Zhu Zhanhe the most basic knowledge of formation and firearms.

Seeing that Zhu Zhanhe listened seriously, Uncle Meng couldn't help but feel proud, it's great to have a warlike Duke in the family!

In terms of military knowledge, it is easier to use than an encyclopedia.

The content of the lectures in the East Nuan Pavilion of the Wenhua Palace was soon placed on Emperor Yong Le's desk.

Maps, firecrackers, military exercises, 26 guards contest.Seemingly unrelated, they were strung together by Meng Qinghe and taught in class.

After reading all the content, Zhu Di's eyes were full of splendor.

"it is good!"

Feng Mengqinghe was the crown prince's young guarantor, because he valued his own talent, and there were also internal considerations of the court and honor.I didn't want to give him such a big surprise.

"Bai Yan comes back."

"The servant is here."

"Haven't King Han and King Zhao come to Wenhua Palace today?"

"Return to Your Majesty, the two Highnesses are preparing for matters related to the northern tour."

"I just said that they are progressing." Zhu Di knocked on the table, "You go and pass on my oral instructions. Before the northern tour, on the days when Uncle Xingning is teaching, I will honestly go to the Wenhua Hall to sit."

"The slaves obey."

Bai Banyan promised, waited for a while, but no other order was issued, and bowed out of the hall.

As soon as he went out, a heat wave rushed towards his face. Bai Yan squinted his eyes. Even a god would be unbearable in this weather.

Towards evening, the temperature still did not drop.

Outside the city of Nanjing, a fast horse came galloping.Immediately, the knight's face was black and red, his lips were chapped, and when he reached the city gate, he almost fell to the ground.

The guard hurriedly helped him off the horse, fed him a few sips of water, and finally recovered.

"... Express... Qingzhou locust plague..."

After uttering a few words with difficulty, the knight finally passed out.

The urgent report was quickly sent to the palace. Thousands of households have been affected by the severe drought in Qingzhou, Shandong.The local government concealed the number of victims, locked up the warehouses in prefectures and counties, and ignored Emperor Gaozu's order to disperse loans in the year of apology, resulting in the death of more than a hundred victims.Shandong inspected the censor to find out the details, and sent a fast horse to Beijing to report.Several people were lost in the Tao, and only Yushi arrived in the capital with him.

"Your Majesty, the officials in Qingzhou have cleverly set up a name and extorted money. Picking up the harvest and presenting it, slyly saying auspiciousness, and saying nothing about the suffering of the army and the people... Severe drought and locust disaster, the people's fields and army villages have no harvest...The minister secretly investigated the warehouses in the prefecture and counties, Or fill it with straw, or steam it to rot... People are hungry and have no food, and there is no way to complain... Enlighten holiness, investigate corruption, extinguish locust plagues, and transport food to relieve victims."

There are only a few hundred words, each word is like a knife, and the strokes are full of blood.

After reading the last word, Emperor Yong Le clenched his fist and slammed it on the case.

Ignoring the imperial court's order, not helping the victims, but dispersing them, death will not pay for it!

There is no food in the storehouses in Fuzhou and counties, and they are filled with straw. Where did the food go?

Zhu Di gritted his teeth angrily.

How long has it been since the big corruption case in Shandong in the early years of Yongle?The blood on the executioner's knife has not dried completely!

Siyi salty clothes, the world is flat, the river is clear and the sea is flat?

With these giant rats, how could the great Ming Dynasty come to last for thousands of years!

"Come here! Commander Xuan Jinyiwei Yang Duo has an audience!"

In August of the sixth year of Yongle, the chief envoy of Qingzhou, Shandong Province, embezzled the grain storage and concealed the occurrence of locust plagues.The emperor was furious and ordered Jin Yiwei to conduct a thorough investigation, arrest a group of officials and enter Beijing, and ordered the local capital to command the officers and troops of the Si Tiaowei Station to exterminate the locusts.

Some courtiers said that locusts cannot be destroyed, and they are afraid of disaster.

Zhu Di sneered, "I am ordered by the heavens. The people are my flesh and blood. How can I turn a blind eye to the damage to my flesh and blood? Heaven has given me thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, eight wildernesses and six unions, emperors and queens, and my words are destiny. Dare to say that locusts are indestructible!"

Because of the Qingzhou incident, an official from Shandong province was dealt with.Both the Ministry of Household Affairs and the Ministry of Officials were involved, and the emperor's northern tour was postponed.

Yang Duo personally led people to go to Shandong. After returning to the court, he went to the Criminal Division to sign a driving letter on the same day, and Xu Si'en, the left servant of the arresting officials' department, was sent to Jinyi Prison.

Three days later, Xu Sien died in prison.

The news confirmed that there was an official who immediately impeached Jin Yiwei for abusing punishment, and the court ordered the official to die without evidence of guilt.Emperor Yongle threw the impeachment memorial to his face, "Drag it down."

The gloomy expression made the other officials who were eager to try it dumbfounded in an instant.The big Han general strode into the hall and dragged the officer whose face changed suddenly out of the hall.

The Son of Heaven wants to kill people.

Standing in the queue of military officers, Meng Qinghe kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, without saying a word.

Xu Sien's death was not wronged.The gold and silver seized from his house was enough for him to die a hundred times.If you follow the formal procedures, handing over the person to the Dali Temple of the Ministry of Punishment will also be beheaded and skinned.

Jin Yiwei didn't do this, but directly let him die in the imperial prison.

The reason why Yang Duo did this, Meng Qinghe followed the clues and guessed a little bit.

Xu Shilang and Xie Jin have not lost contact, and they have secretly communicated with Ping Wangfu.The letters found from Xu Shilang's home had to make Zhu Di want to kill him.

The letters and news recovered by Jin Yiwei cannot be revealed to the world.

Therefore, Xu Shilang must die, in prison.

In the court, no one impeached Jin Yiwei for indiscriminate killing, and the Qingzhou officials who were imprisoned in the imperial prison were doomed not to wait until the day they came out.

When something happened in Qingzhou, Emperor Yongle brought up the northern tour again, ordered Qin Tianjian to choose an auspicious day, and ordered the Hanlin Academy of the Ministry of Rites to agree on the rituals of the hunting tour and announce it to the world.

"When I am patrolling in the north, the people are not allowed to work out of the city to respond. All roads and roads are supplied from the capital, and there are officials who are not allowed to work the people to contribute."

"I will obey your orders!"

After the early dynasty, Shen Xuan was left by Emperor Yongle to discuss matters, and Meng Qing returned to the Duke's Mansion with himself.

Meng Qingyi's household registration has been completed, and he is preparing to return to Suncheon.Meng Qingjiang had already set off first, bringing the ashes of Meng Guangxiao and Meng Qinghai back to Xingzhou for burial.The hatred is still there, but the dead are gone, and those who remain must look forward, take steps, and continue to live.

"Ninth brother."

Meng Qinghe knocked on the door of the guest room, and Meng Qingyi was tidying up and saluting.

If it wasn't for Meng Wang's letter saying that Fifth Sister's marriage has changed, Meng Qinghe originally wanted to stay with him for a while, and let him return to Shuntian after Wang Taiyi took care of his health.

"Has Twelve Lang come to court?" Seeing Meng Qinghe's official uniform, he knew that he had just returned to the mansion.Meng Qingyi twisted the veil and handed it to Meng Qinghe, "It's hot, wipe your face."

"Thank you Brother Nine."

"You and my brother say thanks, but it's a gift."

Meng Qinghe smiled, wiped his face, sat down at the table, put several land deeds on the table, and said: "These land properties are bought by me, and Brother Nine can operate them after he returns to his hometown. There is also a supplement for Fifth Sister Makeup, Brother Nine will bring it with you when you set off."

Meng Qinghe joined the army as a recruiter, while Meng Qingyi was still a private household when he returned to his nationality.If Meng Guangzhi hadn't been posthumously gifted to the earl, the household registration could be handled in the local government office, and there was no need to go to Nanjing at all.

Meng Qingyi pushed back the land deed, "There is no reason for the younger brother to buy the family property for the elder brother, so the ninth brother can't have these lands."

"Ninth Brother, if you don't want it, give it all to Fifth Sister." Meng Qing said softly, "Back then, my younger brother promised third and fifth sisters ten miles of red makeup, but now, an uncle can't break his promise."

Seeing that Meng Qingyi wanted to refuse, Meng Qinghe pressed Meng Qingyi's hand and said, "Ninth Brother, accept it, it's for my brother's sake."

Meng Qingyi paused, looked at Meng Qinghe, and finally nodded after a long while.

"Okay, I'll take it."

Just as Meng Qinghe was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Meng Qingyi say: "These fields should be managed by Brother Nine for Twelve Lang. In the future, Twelve Lang will no longer be an official, or if other accidents happen, when he returns to his hometown, he will have these fields Yes, always a guarantee."

Had a change and returned home?Assure?

Why does he feel that this is not right?

Patting on the head, Meng Qinghe suddenly realized that his own brother probably still thinks that the Duke of the Kingdom can't be trusted.

Should I tell Brother Jiu that he is in charge of the Duke's property?Even if there may be an X-year itch in the future, it is he who has withdrawn the money, and the Duke of the State has left the house without leaving the house.

Before he could say anything, the door of the guest room was knocked open again. Ding Guogong, who was dressed in a red unicorn suit but his face was as black as a pot, stood at the door, full of evil spirits, obviously hearing something that shouldn't be heard.

Gathering up the courage to look at Shen Xuan, Meng Qingyi bit the bullet and did not change his words.

For the sake of his brother, he also had to be tough.

Meng Qinghe wanted to cry.

His brother missed him, and he was moved.But the consequence of offending the Duke of the country really makes people feel chills down the back.He began to seriously consider the necessity and feasibility of moving to the west wing to sleep.If you don't move, the number of days off will surely hit a record high.

However, the Duke will let him roll up his bed and move around?

Referring to past experience, the possibility is infinitely close to zero.

Wipe away the tears, he should prepare the leave note in advance...

At the end of August in the sixth year of Yongle, the imperial court announced to the world that the emperor will tour the north in September.

Not long after, the envoys of the imperial court and the edict of rewarding Mahamu arrived at the Wara headquarters.

Mahamu was named King Shunning, and his two younger brothers were named King Xianyi and King Anle respectively.

The envoys of the Ming Dynasty expressed Emperor Yongle's sincerity in supporting Wala, and the food, tea, cloth and ironware they sent stuck to the eyes of the leaders of Wala's ministries.Especially the five hundred ironware, which almost caused the leaders of various ministries to fight in front of the envoys.

Reluctantly persuading everyone, Mahamu told the envoy of the Ming Dynasty that he understood what Ming meant, and he would definitely give Tatar a good look!

"An angel, please tell the Son of Heaven that the minister and Benya Shili Alutai are inseparable!"

Mahamu thought very clearly that if the Tatars were wiped out, it would be impossible for Daming to set up camp on the grassland.By then, the vacated site will not be his own?The only thing to watch out for is Wuliangha.At worst, the pasture will be divided equally, and if you ask Daming for a reward, you will get a lot of benefits.

What kind of lips and teeth are cold, internal conflicts, in the face of generous rewards and possible benefits, they are all scum.