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

Chapter 403: I hope that the world will be prosperous and hard work will bring happiness and prosperity

In the Ming Dynasty, life was like the gurgling stream, passing peacefully and orderly.

Women naturally guard their own piece of land at home and take care of the myriad household chores.

In a corner of the courtyard, several women were sitting in the warm sun.

The slender fingers shuttled skillfully among the silk threads, just like a nimble butterfly dancing among the flowers.

Raising silkworms and weaving cloth are important tasks in their lives.

The clothing and expenses of the whole family depend on these carefully woven stitches.

Although the family's life is ordinary, it is very fulfilling.

Everyone in this world has his or her own way of living and everyone has his or her own duty.

Just as the Ming Dynasty ruled the country with rites and ethics, the concept of hierarchy and order had long been like a tree root, deeply rooted in everyone's heart.

Look at the streets and alleys, people coming and going, in the bustling atmosphere there is a sense of order.

Whenever they saw the sedan chair of an official's family swaying towards them, the common people on the street would quickly and respectfully move aside.

Lower your head, bend your waist, and perform the ritual.

That posture is like a humble ear of rice, swaying gently in the breeze, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

One day, when the sun was shining brightly, an extremely gorgeous official sedan slowly moved to the center of the street.

The sedan chair was painted in gold and colors, and its curtains swayed gently in the wind, exuding a sense of nobility.

When the people on both sides saw this, they all moved away to the sides like a tide.

An old man was walking on the street with his grandson. When he saw this scene, he quickly reached out and grabbed his grandson.

He looked nervous and serious, and lowered his voice to say, "Grandson, bow your head quickly!

That's the official's sedan chair, you must not bump into it, or you might get into trouble."

The little grandson looked only about six or seven years old, with a pair of big eyes showing ignorance and curiosity.

After hearing what his grandfather said, although he didn't understand what he meant, he still nodded obediently and followed his grandfather in bowing respectfully.

But his little eyes couldn't help but secretly look at the sedan chair, his heart full of curiosity, wondering what the official in the sedan chair looked like.

In that vast rural area, the power of the clan is like a towering mountain, pressing firmly on the hearts of every member of the clan.

Every important festival, or when something big happens.

All the young and old in the family will gather in the solemn and dignified ancestral hall like birds returning to their nests.

The clan’s respected elders will come forward to preside over various activities such as sacrificial ceremonies.

Those ancient traditional customs were passed down from generation to generation and must not be disturbed in the slightest.

In the ancestral hall, candlelight flickered and incense smoke curled.

Everyone looked solemn and dignified, as if time had stopped at this moment.

It also seems that through this atmosphere, I can suddenly return to the distant past and listen to the teachings of my ancestors.

Besides, the prosperity of the system of recommending and selecting officials has really made countless scholars crazy!
In those dimly lit study rooms, countless students were reading by lamplight at night.
The goal is to one day enter the officialdom and bring honor to the family.

It’s like there is a small study in a remote corner of this small town.

A dim oil lamp flickered a weak light on the desk. A young scholar was studying hard with his head buried in the dim light.

The book kept turning in his hands, as if it was the only bridge between him and the world of knowledge.

At this time, the young scholar's mother gently pushed open the door of the study.

She was holding a bowl of steaming soup in her hands, her eyes full of heartache.

The old mother slowly walked to the scholar and said softly, "Son, it's so late, don't tire yourself out, drink some soup and take a rest."

The young scholar was reading the crucial part, and his mind and eyes were filled with the words in the book.

He didn't even raise his head, but waved his hand impatiently and said, "Mom, put it there first. I'm reading the important part now, I'll drink it later."

At this moment, the young scholar was studying hard under the dim oil lamp.

Just like a group of persistent moths, they rush towards the flame of knowledge regardless of everything.

It seemed as if everything in the world had nothing to do with the young scholar, and only the world in this book was what he was pursuing.

In terms of culture, the Ming Dynasty was truly prosperous.

Poetry and songs are flourishing like the flowers blooming in spring.

Literati and scholars sang in harmony with each other all day long, and many excellent works were produced.

The scene filled with so much talent was truly breathtaking.

Various exciting cultural activities are often held in the palace.

Take the singing and dancing performance for example, the graceful dance with light gauze and the melodious music seemed to bring people into a dreamlike fairyland.

There was also the poetry competition, where several men of letters and scholars gathered together, all eager to try their best.

Everyone wants to show their skills in this competition and win applause.

At a rather grand poetry competition, several talented men and beautiful women were seen sitting in a hall with carved railings and painted buildings.

An elegant and talented man holding an exquisite folding fan.

He shook himself gently, then stood up and said with a smile on his face, "I am fortunate to be here with you fellow travelers today, which is really a great joy in life.

Please take a look at this new piece of mine and I hope you will give me some advice. "

After saying this, the talented man cleared his throat and recited a poem aloud.

"Working in the fields, working in the market, the years are exhausting;

The coolies work hard to get enough food and warmth, and the poor people try their best to hope for safety.

I have experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, and I am always concerned about firewood, rice, oil and salt;
I just hope that the world will be prosperous and hard work will bring happiness and prosperity. "

The verses came out of his mouth as if with a magical power.

For a moment, the hall was silent, and everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of overflowing talent.

It was as if this talented man who improvised poetry was really a beautiful and elegant person from ancient times.

The folk life is also very lively, with various opera troupes performing in the streets.

Just like a messenger of joy, he brought endless happiness to the people.

Those opera stories may tell the heroic deeds of historical heroes who galloped on the battlefield and fought bravely against the enemies.

Or they are performing folk love legends. The lingering, sad, and joyful emotional entanglements deeply attract the hearts of the people.

In the village square, a group of people sat together, watching the opera performance with great interest.

One sister-in-law was so absorbed in watching the play, with a bright smile on her face, that she said to the person next to her, "This play is so good. Every time I watch it, I feel like I've experienced the stories myself."

When the others heard this, they quickly agreed, “Yes, yes!

These famous actors and actresses performed so vividly, expressing the characters' expressions and emotions to the fullest extent, which is really admirable."

Every smile, every move of those famous actors on the stage seemed to have magical power, which could bring the audience into the ups and downs of the story.

It is as if they are the characters in the story, experiencing the joys and sorrows firsthand, making people fascinated.

In this era, Jin Wang Zhu Gang,

This ambitious prince already had a grand plan in mind regarding the fate of the Ming Dynasty.

He knew very well that in order to successfully advance this plan, he had to gain the support of more people.

Thus, in the Prince Jin's Mansion, a carefully prepared banquet began.

(End of this chapter)