Mixed with salted fish in Hongwudang

After Qin Deshun heard Lao Zhu's last words, he knew that the emperor had turned on the unreasonable mode again.

Those people in the Ministry of War dare to delay the military newspaper on the front line?
There is only one possibility why they didn't send it, and that is that they didn't receive the military report from the front line at all!
After Lao Zhu said this, he also knew that he was too harsh.

The Ministry of War has not received the military newspaper, so what should I ask them to send, I can’t let them make one for me, can I?
It's just that when he thinks of this, he gets angry, and when he thinks of the Shifeng family that Ni Sun sent him, he gets even more angry.

What kind of things are they writing, Thousand-Character Essay, Master's List, Pipa Xing, he came here to do homework?
When that Ni Sun comes back, he must be pressed on the bed and beaten up!
Old Zhu stood in the courtyard and looked at Zhu Yunxi for a while, seeing that Zhu Yunxi had been ignoring him, he shook his head in disappointment and left.

He just ordered someone to tell Concubine Guo Hui to take good care of this child for her.

He had already made a mistake on his elder grandson, but he didn't want what happened to his elder grandson to happen to his younger grandson again.

Lao Zhu returned to Qianqing Palace just in time for the eunuch to send him a memorial.He picked it up and took a look, only to see that it was a New Year's brochure from the chief envoys of various places and the state capital.

Lao Zhu was not in the mood to read this stuff at first, but when he saw that the Fujian chief envoy's booklet had a sentence of auspiciousness written at the beginning, he continued to read it patiently.

In fact, Lao Zhu doesn't like Xiangrui, and he has ordered several times to reprimand the officials below, telling them to put the people first, and reduce all these things.

He also wanted to find fault and reprimand him today, but when he saw the content on the booklet, his heart suddenly became excited.

"Zhang invites you!"

"Finally saw the news about Zhang Sloppy!"

In the memorial of the Fujian chief envoy, it was said that the local winter thunder shook and a big hole was blown out.

According to the local woodcutter who passed by, he saw a sloppy old man with white beard and hair that day, who once stood there to attract thunder.

After the old man survived the lightning strike, he also gave the woodcutter a elixir. After eating it, the woodcutter was cured of all diseases immediately, ran back home alive and well, and told the old wife about it.

Not long after that, the old couple who were over [-] years old unexpectedly became pregnant...

After reading the memorial, Lao Zhu picked up a pen and wrote a comment on it.

"We know!"

"In the future, there will be a sloppy piece of news to report as soon as possible!"

After Lao Zhu finished processing this memorial, it would not be so dazzling to look at other people's memorials.

However, to his surprise, several chief envoys reported local auspiciousness, and mentioned that someone saw a sloppy old man with white beard and hair.

Zhu Yuanzhang read all the New Year's memorials at once, and then a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

This is building momentum!
If his guess is correct, Zhang Sloppy should be entering Beijing soon.

Lao Zhu had doubts about ghosts and gods.When to believe and when not to believe, it only depends on whether it is useful to you.

For example, if the people rumored that he was Thaksin, and others were rumored to be the Son of Man, he would have to lead his troops to take a look to see if the Son of Man was real.

When Lao Zhu was lying on the imperial case like opening a blind box, looking for this sloppy information, on the Meishan Mountain outside the capital, two old men dressed as Taoists were staring at the black charcoal all over the mountains and plains in a daze.

"Is this Meishan?"

"Why is there no plum in Meishan?"

The conversation between the two immediately attracted the attention of a coal mine worker, who explained to them with a smile.

"Who said there must be plum blossoms in Meishan?"

"Our land boundary was originally called Meishan, the coal of coal."

"Later, the grandson of the Three Emperors said that Meishan was unlucky and would hinder the fortunes of the Ming Dynasty, so he changed Meishan to plum blossoms."

"The third emperor's grandson also ordered people to plant plum blossoms on the mountain, but they haven't been planted yet. We'll have to see the effect next spring."

The two of them were at a loss for words when they heard the old coal worker's words. They never thought that Meishan's name came from this way.

"Senior brother, you have a good understanding of Chenwei, so you can figure out how this coal mountain hindered the fortune of the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhang Sloppy laughed when he heard the words, then took out three copper coins from his sleeve, and pointed them towards the sky.
Throw it up.

However, when he threw it for the sixth time, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, which frightened him so that he quickly grabbed the copper coin thrown in the air, and led Zhang Yuchu down the mountain in a hurry.

"Run now!"

"It's easy to be struck on the mountain when it thunders!"

The two ran all the way to the foot of the mountain before Zhang Yuchu asked out of breath.

"Brother, do you think that thunder just now could be..."

When Zhang Yuchu said this, he pointed to the sky.

Zhang Sloppy nodded secretly when he heard the words.

"possible!"

"Since ancient times, those who have calculated the fate of the country have not ended well. The reason why this old man can live for so long is that he has never been involved in the change of dynasty."

"The emperor is strange to say, especially the founding emperor, who likes to find someone to calculate the fate of the country."

"Is this thing still used for calculation?"

"Have you ever seen a thousand-year dynasty since ancient times?"

Having said that, Zhang Sloppy took out a book from his pocket and threw it to Zhang Yuchu.

"If you are curious about the fate of Ming Dynasty, you can read this book."

"It is said that this was done by Yuan Tiangang in the Tang Dynasty, and it was specially used to predict the rise and fall of later dynasties."

Zhang Yuchu has also heard of this, and even has a few copies at home.But when Zhang Sloppy took out this book, it was obviously different. Looking at the yellowed pages, one could tell that this book was definitely not Fanpin, maybe it was Yuan Tiangang's original work.

However, just as Zhang Yuchu took it with both hands and was about to read it attentively, Zhang Sloppy spoke again.

"Don't take it too seriously!"

"It was built by people in the Song Dynasty, and it has nothing to do with Yuan Tiangang."

"Uh uh..."

Zhang Yuchu was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he still opened the phone and stopped when he reached No.30 Ergua.

Because there are mountains, trees, and people in this picture.

It depicts a man in a dragon robe throwing himself on a black mountain.

There is also a prophecy below the picture.

The horse jumps to the north tower, the dog howls to the west, the number of eight or nine is exhausted, the sun and the moon are dark.

Behind the prophecy, there is a little ode.

The poplar flowers are gone, the plum blossoms are gone, the five-color flags come from the north, the Jinling king's spirit is exhausted, and a branch of spring occupies Chang'an.

Seeing the hexagram 32, Zhang Yuchu was like a child discovering a toy, pointing to this picture for Zhang Sloppy.

"Senior brother, look, is this a prophecy that heralds the rise and fall of Ming Dynasty..."

When Zhang Yuchu excitedly asked Zhang Sloppy, Zhang Sloppy had already turned his back and looked at the smoke rising from the kitchen in the distance.

There is a new market town, and the people inside are all displaced farmers.

They should have become refugees in the capital, or were arrested by the court to do coolies, or sent back to their original places for resettlement.

However, the appearance of one person completely changed their lives, and also changed the fate of Ming Dynasty.

From their status as refugees, they have directly transformed into workers in the coal root industry chain.They are responsible for digging out the coal from the coal kiln, and then carrying it to a nearby processing workshop through a back basket, where they are crushed, washed, mixed with yellow mud, saltpeter, etc., and pressed into pieces of coal root.

Now coal lotus root has become an indispensable fuel for the people in the capital, and it has spread to the whole Zhili. It is destined to become a daily commodity popular in Ming Dynasty in the future.

Zhang Yuchu called Zhang Sloppy's brother several times before waking Zhang Sloppy from his contemplation.

"Brother, do you think this is Daming's national destiny?"

Zhang Sloppy smiled, pointed at the smoke from the cooking stove in the distance and said.

"The fate of Ming Dynasty is not in it, but in the smoke in the distance!"

Zhang Yuchu looked at the cooking smoke in the distance and fell into thought. After a while, he woke up from his meditation, tore the gun in his hand to pieces, and then threw it into the air vigorously!
"Thank you, brother, for your enlightenment!"

Zhang Sloppy smiled slightly when he heard the words.

"Enlightened?"

"Understood!"

"Wait for the younger brother to accompany the older brother for a while, then the younger brother will go back to Longhu Mountain for retreat!"

Zhang Sloppy shook his head and said.

"It's not necessary to retreat, just walk around and see more."

"The apprentice of Pindao said it well, the people's daily use is the way."

"Since he has comprehended the way of heaven, how can the fate of Ming Dynasty be described in a piece of prophecy?"

When Zhang Sloppy said this, his heart was full of emotion.

At the beginning, he simply thought that he had picked up an apprentice, and he could use this relationship to carry forward the Wudang Mountain lineage.

But as he got to know this cheap apprentice of his own, he felt more and more insignificant.

This apprentice of my family is only thirteen in the new year, and he has already done so many things for the common people.After sitting in the mountains for decades, what kind of heavenly way and reincarnation have I experienced?
"Pindao has a premonition!"

"Pindao, this cheap apprentice, may be the greatest sage and benevolent lord since thousands of years!"

"Why?"

Zhang Sloppy smiled and shook his head.

"Without it!"

"Have a conscience!"

"Since ancient times, there have been few emperors with conscience."

Zhang Yuchu laughed when he heard the words, and the senior brother secretly began to criticize the emperors of the past again.

However, to his surprise, Zhang Sloppy opened his mouth and then shut up.

"Let's go!"

"Let's hurry down the mountain!"

"It is estimated that the whereabouts of Pindao have been reported to Emperor Zhu by officials of the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhang Yuchu nodded when he heard the words.

"It's really time to deliver it after calculating the time."

"However, in some remote places, there may be a delay of one or two days on the road."

Zhang Sloppy shook his head indifferently when he heard the words.

"Enough!"

"After a few days, when the imperial court opens, you can go to the Dao Lu Department to post a post, and make an appointment for the poor Tao, and the poor Tao will go to the palace to meet Emperor Zhu!"

Zhang Yuchu was secretly taken aback when he heard the words, but he knew that his senior brother had always been very resistant to meeting the emperor, so why did he suddenly change his mind?
"Brother, don't you wait any longer?"

"Junior brother still has a lot of arrangements, wait a few months before entering the palace, the momentum will be even bigger!"

"no need!"

Zhang Sloppy covered his stomach, with a pained look on his face.

"Poverty is running out of time, and it may take a few months before I have to become an eternity..."

"Brother!"

……

On New Year’s Eve, every household in the capital set off firecrackers. Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the housewives will put the water dim sum (dumplings) into the pot, and the children who return to the house after setting off the firecrackers will drooling around the stove, from time to time He quickly grabbed a water snack from the deuterium fence and stuffed it into his mouth.

At this time, the housewife will laugh and curse a few words, then enter the house with a large basin of water and snacks, and greet the whole family to have a New Year's Eve dinner.

The New Year's Eve dinner in the palace also has dumplings, and a few pieces of gold leaves will be wrapped in the dumplings. Whoever eats the dumplings wrapped in gold leaves will herald good luck in the next year.

Lao Zhu also attended the New Year's Eve dinner in the palace, but he was very upset to see all the princes sitting in a well-mannered state.

It's Chinese New Year, and these rebels are still afraid that I won't be able to beat them up?
Whenever this time, Lao Zhu would secretly miss his eldest grandson in Datong Mansion.Thinking of Dasun's goodness, thinking of Dasun's badness, thinking of the tiger that Dasun painted on his face...

Thinking about it, the corners of Lao Zhu's mouth couldn't help but curl up, as if Dasun was right next to him, scratching his head and thinking how to do something bad to him.

Lao Zhu randomly picked up a dumpling, ate one symbolically, got up and left the Jinshen Palace, and returned to his bedroom.

Seeing their father leaving, the princes cheered for a while, and then started eating, drinking and playing one by one.

Zhu Gui's luck was good, he ate a dumpling wrapped in gold leaves, and was chased by a group of younger brothers who didn't have a branch office, asking for red envelopes.

Zhu Gui has long since ceased to be the lavish spender. Ever since he got engaged to the second lady of Xu Da's family, he has turned into a man who is passing his time. Xu Miaoqing took charge.

Of course, there is also pressure from his mother and concubine here.

Therefore, seeing a group of younger brothers rushing up like wolves and tigers, Zhu Gui could only take out a handful of silver beans and fool them away.

It's just that the princes in the palace have all seen the world, how can mere silver beans do it?
Ever since, a group of princes headed by the two brothers Zhu Ying and Zhu Zhi began to drink Zhu Gui inhumanely.

Fortunately, the wine in the palace was all plain wine, which made Zhu Gui, who had been in the wine market for a long time, a lot more relaxed.

Lao Zhu hid behind the door and watched the excitement of the emperors for a while, then led Qin Deshun and others back to his bedroom.

There is also a table of New Year's Eve dinner in the side hall of Qianqing Palace.

Compared with the bustle of the Jinshen Hall, the table here is much quieter.

There were quite a lot of dishes and chopsticks, five sets of them, but there was only one person sitting there, a lonely old man.

Lao Zhu put a dumpling in the bowl closest to him, and then said to the empty chair.

"Queen, this is what we gave you!"

After Lao Zhu finished making dumplings for the queen, he made another one for Zhu Biao and his eldest grandson, then stared at the empty bowl on his left.

"You little rebellious grandson, you have to go to Datong Mansion for the New Year's Eve. Let's go hungry today!"

After Lao Zhu finished speaking angrily, he couldn't bear it after all, so he got up and put a dumpling in Dasun's bowl.

Lao Zhu talked to the empty table for a while, and then ate all the dumplings in the bowl for all of them, but the dumplings in Dasun's bowl were so hard that his old teeth hurt.

Lao Zhu spit out a piece of gold leaf from the dumpling, and smiled wryly at the gold leaf.

"After all, it's our eldest grandson. Only one gold leaf in a hundred dumplings got into your bowl. It's really our great luck..."

After Lao Zhu ate the dumplings by himself, he sat in a chair alone in a daze.

It's his New Year's Eve!
His night!
Deserted, lonely, lonely.

Old Zhu Ku sat on the chair for half an hour, until the cups and plates were cold and the bell struck twelve, then he tremblingly stood up from the chair.

The bell rang at half-hour, and he was one year older.

But at the same time, his grandson is one year older!
"Come on!"

"Distribute these things to the people in the palace!"

Qin Deshun hurriedly slipped in from the door when he heard the words. He knew the emperor was in a bad mood, so he laughed and joked while the emperor was speaking.

"Ouch!"

"The emperor's blessing this year is really great, these monkeys in the palace, they still have to stretch their stomachs!"

Old Zhu scolded with a smile when he heard this.

"By chance you have a clever mouth and can speak well!"

"Don't take it down and eat it directly for others, order the people in the imperial dining room to heat it up, it's not easy to eat cold food in this cold winter and the twelfth lunar month!"

"Alas!"

"It's still the emperor who is sympathetic to the servants who are servants. The servants will go down and order them to appreciate the kindness of the emperor, humming..."

Listening to Qin Deshun's flattery, Lao Zhu had a helpless wry smile on his face.

He could see that Qin Deshun was trying hard to make him happy, but he just couldn't be happy.

As soon as he saw the table full of food, Lao Zhu couldn't help worrying about Dasun, fearing that he wouldn't even be able to eat dumplings in Datong Mansion.

After Lao Zhu had the New Year's Eve dinner, he went back to his dormitory to watch the New Year alone.

However, as soon as he lay down here, he heard a rush of shouts from outside the door.

"Urgent report!"

"Eight hundred li urgent report from Datong Mansion!"

Hearing this voice, Lao Zhu turned over in a hurry, and ran out without even bothering to put on his speed shoes.

Seeing this, Qin Deshun hurried to catch up with two shoes.

"My lord, your shoes..."

Lao Zhu ran out of the Qianqing Palace, stepped on the cold steps, and snatched the military newspaper from the messenger.

Lao Zhu suppressed the eagerness in his heart, checked the wax paint of the military newspaper, and saw that the seal on the paint was intact, so he asked the messenger.

"Did you receive the military report halfway, or came all the way back from Datong Mansion?"

"Reporting to the emperor, the younger one flew all the way back from Datong Mansion. He changed people and did not change horses along the way. There were a total of thirteen brothers together..."

"Thanks for your hard work!"

"How is Datong Mansion recently, but is it still peaceful?"

"If you go back to the emperor, when you come back from the humble position, the epidemic in Datong Mansion has been brought under control, and Master Lan, the Duke of Liang, was also rescued by the third emperor's grandson!"

"This military newspaper?"

"It was the grandson of the third emperor who handed it over to Beizhi, and told Beizhi that there is a home for the emperor!"

When Lao Zhu heard the word "home", he felt warm in his heart, feeling that he didn't love his grandson in vain, and he knew how to take the time to send a letter to our grandpa.

"Go down and rest!"

"Qin Deshun, order someone to take good care of the messenger soldier, treat us with delicious food and drink, and don't neglect in the slightest!"

"Don't worry, my lord, I have already sent someone to pass the message to the imperial dining room!"

"Come on, the emperor put on your shoes quickly, be careful not to catch a cold..."

Only now did Lao Zhu realize that he was still barefoot.

Thinking of how much money he had paid, Lao Zhu couldn't help but put the debt on Little Nisun's head, and planned to make up for it on that Nisun's ass.

Qin Deshun waited on Lao Zhu to put on his shoes, and just about to say "OK" to the emperor, he saw the emperor happily entering the bedroom with a bamboo tube containing military newspapers.

Seeing this, Qin Deshun hurriedly chased after him. He also wanted to see what the third grandson had written to the emperor.

Lao Zhu returned to the bedroom, put the bamboo tube on the imperial case, took out a knife to shave off the sealant on the bamboo tube, and poured out all the contents inside.

There are a lot of things in it, including military newspapers, a report from the head of the Datong Palace, Lan Yu, and a memorial written by Fu Youde.

However, Lao Zhu didn't read it at all, and only searched for Dasun's house in a pile of memorials.

Finally, after going through all the reports, I saw Dasun's flying words on the last floor.

"Grandpa Huang is well, grandson fulfilled his mission and successfully resolved the epidemic in Datong Mansion!"

"Now all the soldiers and civilians in the city praise grandson Tuo is alive, Bian Que is born again, wow..."

"The sergeants here also like grandson very much, and they secretly call grandson Huang Dasun!"

"You don't need to fool me with that broken imperial edict, I can now establish myself as the grandson of the emperor in Datong Mansion, la la la!"

When Lao Zhu saw this, Dasun's flamboyant smiling face seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and he was so angry that he couldn't help but slap the bamboo tube twice.

"You little rebellious grandson, wait for you to come back, let's see if we beat you until you beg for mercy, hahaha!"

Qin Deshun heaved a long sigh of relief when he heard the emperor's hearty laughter.

The third grandson's Feng family is too timely, and finally made the emperor happy on New Year's Eve!
After laughing and cursing, Lao Zhu continued to read the letter, only to see that there was a lot of long-winded writing in the letter, and the Ni Sun complained about the poor environment in Datong Mansion, saying that it was too cold there, so cold that he went outside to relieve his hands and his ass was frozen.He also said that the food in Datong Mansion was poor, and he wanted to eat steamed bear paws in the palace.

In short, Xiaoni Sun Linlin always wrote thousands of words, except complaining or complaining, which made Lao Zhu curl his lips.

However, when Lao Zhu saw the last sentence, after seeing the little tears on the letter paper, he smiled and shed tears of relief after all.

"Grandpa, grandson misses you..."

Lao Zhu flicked the letter paper, as if he wanted to flick the grandson's tears away, but when he found it was futile, he rubbed his eyes covertly.

"This rebellious grandson wants to earn our tears by writing a letter..."

"Nonsence!"

"There are no doors!"

After Lao Zhu finished speaking, he returned to the back room with the letter paper, leaving only Qin Deshun staring at the table full of military newspapers in a daze.

The emperor hasn't read the military newspaper yet, has he?
Do you want to remind me?
When Qin Deshun was hesitating, Lao Zhu in the bedroom suddenly yelled.

"Bring us the military newspaper!"

"Hey!"