Back to Ming Dynasty as Zhu Biao

Chapter 3

time flies, time flies
Before dawn, Zhu Biao ran along the river to warm up, and started exercising every day.

Yu'er cleaned up the house, while Jin'er and the little eunuch Zheng Sanbao followed far behind, waiting for his orders at any time.

Originally, the little eunuch was not called Zheng Sanbao, nor Zheng He himself, but Ma He, but when Zhu Biao returned to the courtyard, he gave him the same name as in history. His surname was Zheng, and his name was Sanbao.

Zheng Sanbao also liked Zhu Biao's naming very much.

The current Yingtian is being governed by Lao Zhu quite well. Thinking of the hardships when he brought all the officials back to Nanjing during the Chongzhen Dynasty, he felt that the present Yingtian was inexplicably cute.

The emperor at the end of the Ming Dynasty was too long... This must be a bewilderment, Zhu Biao shook his head, smiled at himself, and settled his thoughts back into his mind.

Compared to his leisurely recuperation, other people are quite busy, busy rehearsing the etiquette of the enthronement ceremony, each with their own things to do, even the fourth Zhu Di went to Xu Da's army to play with knives and guns.

The original body was born in the first year of the dragon and phoenix, and he practiced with Lao Zhu on the battlefield. He has fists and feet, but his bones feel a little weak.

It may be that I kowtowed my head and behaved strangely. They all regarded it as a sequela of the injury and did not suspect it. Most of Zhu Biao nodded and smiled.

On the streets of the city, there are already people doing business, and Lao Zhu's pro-army patrolled over and over, with a mighty air.

If he hadn't seen the crisis in Chongzhen with his own eyes, he would really feel that the Ming Dynasty would prosper forever.

Recently, he likes to go to the river to exercise, especially his waist muscles, and he will go to the shop by the river when he sweats profusely.

The duck blood is pure natural and fresh, without any hormones. If you take a bite of Qingtian sesame seed cake, there will be cake crumbs on the table.

In the early morning, the Qingtian biscuit shop on the street opened early. The old man who made the biscuits was busy all day long. Hot soup and biscuits were the main ingredients, and he returned home early when it rained.

Under the shed were the tables and chairs that had been set up. After wiping them, the old man packed a few biscuits and told his son, "Take it to Mr. Liu, it won't be crispy when it cools."

Zhu Biao glanced, besides Liu Bowen, who else in this world loves this biscuit.

This Liu Bowen was indeed brilliant, but it was a pity that he was targeted by Hu Weiyong for jealousy. In addition, the Zhejiang Party and the Huaixi Group had a discord, and Hu Weiyong died in the hands of him.

If Liu Bowen hadn't died so early, what would happen to history, Zhu Biao was curious.

Zhu Biao drank the soup in his hand in one gulp, and stood up: "I'm full, Jin'er pay the bill."

Jin'er took out her purse to pay the bill, and the two followed closely behind their elder son, fearing that the elder son would disappear again.

When Zhu Biao arrived at Ma Shi's residence, he heard Zhu Chongba's voice.

"Sister, can you let us eat the noodles well, what are you talking about." Zhu Chongba stepped on the stool and mixed the noodles with chopsticks.

"Okay, I won't talk about it, let Mr. Liu tell you about it." Ma Dajiao sat aside.

"Get us a bowl of soup."

"go alone."

Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhu Biao waited at the door for a few breaths, but he didn't bother Lao Zhu.He is not only Zhu Biao, but also Chongzhen, I am afraid it is impossible.

Zhu Biao stepped forward and said meekly, "Father."

Jin'er and Zheng Sanbao bowed to salute.

Zhu Yuanzhang stopped eating noodles, glanced at Zhu Biao, and his heroic face became kind.

"Biao'er, look at your mother, we can't even eat a bowl of noodles." Although Zhu Yuanzhang said this, he was not angry at all.

Zhu Biao knew that Lao Zhu and Ma Shi were not really angry, so he sat down beside him without making a sound.

After taking a sip of soup and putting it down, Old Zhu looked at Zhu Biao who had already recovered from the opposite side: "Song Lian said that you haven't gone to school these days."

Zhu Biao originally thought that he had missed something, but when he heard that it was about going to the old man Song's class, he calmed down and pretended to be cute.

"I see that my mother is busy making arrangements for enthronement, so I want to help my mother." Zhu Biao spoke nonsense in a serious manner.

Why did my good son suddenly care about these things?

There was a smile in the corner of Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, and he moved to Zhu Biao's side: "You can't delay your homework."

After the two talked for a while, Zhu Biao went back to his yard.

……

Not long after Zhu Biao left, Zhu Yuanzhang felt sad again and walked into the room where Mrs. Ma cooked.

"Sister, what we told you about last night, tell me something," Zhu Yuanzhang rolled up his sleeves, and started to eat the fruit.

Mrs. Ma stopped what she was doing, walked over and said seriously: "Chongba, I think Yingtian is a good place. It will take a few years to build the capital in Haozhou at the earliest, so we can't wait."

"How can this be possible? Who doesn't want Guangzong Yaozu to return to his hometown, and the group of Huaixi brothers who have lived and died with us also want Guangzong Yaozu to go back. Everyone is looking forward to it."

"Chongba, Haozhou still has to wait. You should ascend the throne in Yingtian as soon as possible. If you don't ascend the throne, you will have a bad name, and if your words don't go well, you can't get things done. Yingtian will stop some people's ideas early."

Zhu Yuanzhang was not happy, he just raised his idea with her today, if he proclaimed himself emperor and established the capital in Haozhou, it would satisfy his wish and that of Huaixi children.

Mashi looked at Zhu Yuanzhang quietly with round eyes. Seeing that he was about to ascend the throne, court etiquette was being rehearsed.

The hats themselves also took the women to rush to make them overnight, and the matter of official uniforms was planned to wait until the capital city was established.

Yingtian didn't want a good place, but insisted on following Hu Weiyong's suggestion to build it in Haozhou, as stubborn as a cow.

Zhu Chongba stood at the door: "We think Haozhou is a good place, and the brothers are rooted there. When the capital is built, it must be glorious."

Regarding Zhu Yuanzhang's heartfelt desire to build his capital in Haozhou, even if he waited for a few years to become the throne, he would have to be in Haozhou, so Ma stopped arguing with him and went there to pick his hat.

"Sister, sister, you should talk to us."

"Chongba, do you really think Haozhou is a good place to build a capital city?" Ma asked him seriously.

"Ah, yes, a good place." Zhu Yuanzhang was very sure: "We think that Yingtian, the capital, is not as good as Haozhou."

"Chongba, let me tell you the truth, for the sake of the people, Yingtian is the best. The place in Haozhou is not good, where the birds don't shit, and there are often floods."

Zhu Yuanzhang turned his head and stared wide-eyed and repeated: "Ma Xiuying, we don't like what you say about a place where the birds don't shit."

Madam Ma saw his stubborn temper, so he comforted him: "I'm just making an analogy."

"Do you have an analogy like this?"

"Chongba, if you build the capital in Haozhou, if there is a flood, everyone will have to go on the boat."

"Flood? Then let's build a big dam in Haozhou to stop the flood. Let's divert the Yellow River and Yangtze River to make the terrain of Haozhou higher than the dam." Zhu Yuanzhang just said: "Sister, the harem is not allowed to discuss politics .”

"I do my own thing, the harem doesn't discuss politics." Madam Ma got up and left the house.

"Come on, tell Hu Weiyong and Liu Bowen that Zhong Shan will be there tomorrow morning."

"Yes, superior."

Zhu Yuanzhang walked around the room irritably. The establishment of the capital is a major matter, and it cannot be decided hastily.

(End of this chapter)