Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Chapter 387: Song Yuanwai is a Shanxi jeweller who goes to the palace to appeal to Zhu Yuanzhang

In a luxurious mansion in Yingtian Prefecture, a banquet is in full swing.

The gorgeous curtains look like the flowing skirt of a fairy.

It sways gracefully in the gentle breeze.

The dazzling lights, like countless pearls, illuminate the entire courtyard as bright as day.

Those nobles were all dressed in silk and satin. The texture of the silk gleamed delicately and charmingly under the light, just like the flow of endless wealth.

They wore priceless jewels, the light of the gems was either as bright as the shining stars or as gentle as the trickling water, which was a feast for the eyes.

A wealthy nobleman stroked his beard and said proudly, "Haha, today's banquet is really luxurious to the extreme!"

Another nobleman raised the wine glass in his hand high. The fine wine in the glass glowed with an alluring amber color under the reflection of the light.

He responded, "Of course, we nobles should enjoy this kind of rich life to the fullest."

These people were toasting each other, and their cheerful laughter echoed in the air for a long time, as if the whole world was impressed by their luxury.

However, outside this mansion, the people could only watch all this from afar, their eyes filled with resentment and helplessness.

An old man in green stood in the crowd, shook his head slightly, sighed and said: "These nobles are so extravagant, but they don't care about the hardships of the people.

In today's world, the gap between the rich and the poor is widening day by day, how can the world be stable and peaceful for a long time? "

A young scholar next to him said indignantly, "Yes, they squander money like this, but we can barely make ends meet. This is so unfair!"

The people's voices of discussion gradually rose, and the feeling of dissatisfaction quickly spread among the crowd.

At this time inside the imperial palace, Zhu Yuanzhang was sitting upright on the dragon throne, which symbolized supreme authority, with an expression that looked particularly solemn.

He was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe embroidered with lifelike dragon patterns, as if the giant dragon could leap out and soar into the sky at any time.

Zhu Yuanzhang squinted his eyes slightly and listened to Wang Danian, the deputy captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, reporting on various situations among the people.

Wang Danian bowed slightly and said with great respect: "Your Majesty, nowadays, the lavish banquets held by those nobles have caused great dissatisfaction among the people."

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and said in a deep voice: "Humph, these nobles are so ignorant of restraint."

At this moment, Mr. Song, a jewelry merchant from Linfen, Shanxi, hurried into the palace gate in response to the imperial edict.

Mr. Song was wearing an extremely gorgeous dark-patterned brocade robe with a deep blue background, and exquisite cloud patterns and auspicious designs embroidered on it with golden silk threads.

Under the sunlight, it flickers with a faint light, just like a flowing brilliant galaxy.

He wore a black velvet hat with a round sapphire inlaid on the brim, which further highlighted his unique and extraordinary temperament.

He had a jewel-inlaid belt tied around his waist, which swayed gently with Mr. Song's steps, making slight tinkling sounds.

The moment Mr. Song stepped into the hall, the heavy footsteps echoed in the empty hall, as if every step carried a tremendous amount of pressure.

His eyes revealed an unconcealable anxiety and pleading, and his hands were tightly clenched on the corners of his clothes, trembling slightly.

The sunlight poured in through the carved windows of the palace, casting mottled shadows on Mr. Song's body.

His face was pale, and tiny beads of sweat on his forehead sparkled in the sunlight like crystal clear pearls.

At the same time, Mr. Song's breathing became a little rapid, and his chest rose and fell slightly.

Obviously, the tension in his heart made it difficult for him to remain calm.

Mr. Song looked nervous and said with a fear and trepidation, "Your Majesty, I have something to say." Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyes slightly, his gaze was as sharp as lightning, and that sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

He looked Mr. Song up and down with a scrutinizing gaze, "You can talk as you please."

Mr. Song took a deep breath and tried his best to calm himself.

He slowly said, "Your Majesty, I know very well that it is a just act for the court to curb the extravagance.

However, now that this new policy has been implemented, I and many of my colleagues are feeling very uneasy.

I have been running the jewelry business for many years, and Your Majesty may not fully understand the difficulties and obstacles involved.

From the moment you purchase the raw stones, it is like walking on a tightrope on the edge of a cliff.

The slightest negligence will lead to an irretrievable situation.

If you are lucky, you can get a piece of top-quality material, but if you are unlucky, you may lose everything.

Ordinary people often travel thousands of miles and go through numerous hardships and dangers to get a piece of their favorite raw stone.

Your Majesty, you see, the risks and investment involved are truly enormous.

Just like the jewels, they appear dazzling, but in fact, each one contains countless efforts and legendary stories. "

The chirping of birds outside the window seemed to add a touch of vividness to Mr. Song's words.

But at this time, Mr. Song had no intention of paying attention to it at all.

He didn't even have time to wipe away the tiny beads of sweat on his forehead that were glistening in the sunlight.

After the news of Mr. Song's petition spread, other jewelry merchants expressed their dissatisfaction.

A slightly fat jeweler said angrily in private: "Humph, Song is just pretending to be pitiful in front of His Majesty. Once this policy is changed, all of our interests will be affected."

Another jeweler echoed: "That's right, he doesn't even think about our situation."

Some jewelry merchants even secretly united to put pressure on Mr. Song to withdraw his petition.

At this time in the imperial palace, Zhu Yuanzhang was still sitting on the majestic dragon throne, listening to Wang Danian, deputy captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, reporting on the situation among the people.

When he heard about the lavish banquet organized by the nobles and the dissatisfaction of the people, his brows furrowed again.

Zhu Yuanzhang knew very well that if this extravagant trend was not curbed, it would endanger the stability of the country.

At this time, Wang Danian, deputy commander of the Imperial Guard, bowed slightly and said to Zhu Yuanzhang respectfully, "Your Majesty, let me tell you the story of Mr. Song."

Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the dragon chair, nodded slightly, and said with interest: "Okay."

Wang Danian, deputy captain of the Imperial Guard, straightened up and said vividly, "Mr. Song was originally the son of an ordinary farmer in Shanxi. He grew up in a poor family."

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows and asked curiously, "Then how did he develop later?"

Wang Danian, deputy captain of the Imperial Guard, looked focused and continued, "Mr. Song is extremely intelligent and has a heart that is unwilling to be ordinary.

By chance, Mr. Song saw an exquisite piece of jewelry at the market, and its dazzling light instantly attracted his attention.

From that moment on, Mr. Song developed a strong interest in jewelry.”

Speaking of this, Wang Danian's eyes lit up.

(End of this chapter)