It was another morning, and the heavy gate of the Daming Gate slowly opened at sunrise.

There will be problems in the new day.

In the warm pavilion, Zhu Yunyu sat on the throne, and the counselors of Zhunan study were all sitting on round stools.

Zhu Yunyu held a memorial in his hand and looked carefully and frowned slightly.

"What do you think?" Zhu Yunxiu looked at it for a while and asked.

"The emperor's tomb is related to the ancestral temple and country. I think it is better to be early than late!" Zhang Ju, the Minister of Revenue, stood up and said, "The place of the tomb should first send ministers to explore Feng Shui, draw drawings, and then allocate craftsmen. The preparation work will take three to five years. I am not fully agreeing, but I think the memorials of the Ministry of Rites are meaningful."

This made several civil officials nod and echoed.

The memorial was presented to the place of Xia Yuanji, the Minister of Rites. It means that the emperor has not yet chosen a tomb for himself until now. The imperial tomb is a national event. If the emperor did not choose a tomb during his lifetime, he would have to be kept in the coffin for many years after his death and would have to wait until the tomb was built before he was buried.

Although choosing the address of the mausoleum does not mean that it will be built soon, Zhu Yunxuan still feels unhappy.

"Are you okay to do it?" Zhu Yunxiu looked down at the memorial in his hand, and sneered a few times in his heart.

How old he is, he will have to repair his tomb? Once the construction starts, if the emperor does not die, the tomb will be repaired forever.

Li Jinglong kept peeking at the emperor's face, and immediately spoke, "I don't agree!" As he said, he paused, "The emperor is in full swing. At this time, he will discuss the tomb. Are you anxious?"

"Just selecting auspicious land does not mean building it immediately!" Ru Wei, Minister of War, said, "This is a practice in all dynasties!"

"It's the Ming Dynasty now, not all dynasties!" Zhu Yunxiu threw the memorial aside, looking a little annoyed.

"The emperor's grandfather's tomb was only built in the 14th year of Hongwu. How long has I been ascended to the throne? Li Jinglong was right. I was in the prime of spring and autumn. Are you so anxious to let me build the tomb?"

"I dare not!" Several ministers quickly leaned over to apologize.

The emperor said this a bit heavy, but Bao Zhao said, "The emperor calms down, and I am also loyal. The emperor is clear about the emperor. If other things are exhausted and the people are hurt, the ministers will definitely not agree, but the matter of tombs is related to the country and the country, so I have to be careful."

As he said that, he paused, "Justice said that the Emperor's Mausoleum was built in the 14th year of Hongwu. In fact, there is a hidden story in this. The Emperor Zhongdu was built in the 26th year of Zhizheng in the 19th year of the Yuan Dynasty. At that time, the Emperor also intended to build the mausoleum in Zhongdu. But in the second year of Hongwu, he changed his intention to be in the Purple Mountain outside the capital."

"The original intention was to start the cultivation in the second year of Hongwu, but the national strength was weak at that time, so I couldn't support both ends at the same time..."

"I know!" Zhu Yunxiu interrupted the other party and said with a little rudeness, "What you mean is that now the country has spare money, my tomb will be slowly repaired, right?"

As he spoke, he stood up with his hands behind his back.

This is not the first time someone wrote a letter to ask him to build a tomb, and it is definitely not the last time. The ancients, no matter what kind of class, had almost stubborn paranoid about their affairs after their lives. Not to mention the emperor, the slightly richer families among the people, they chose cemeteries and longevity materials when they were young.

And it also makes it a bit ironic. If Zhu Yunyu wanted to build a palace, the ministers would definitely oppose it if they wanted to choose a place for the tomb. However, many ministers would agree with it if they wanted to choose a place for the tomb.

Of course, this also has something to do with the abundant heart in the Ming Dynasty's treasury. If the country declines, loyal and righteous ministers will also regard the tomb of young emperors as a top priority.

But he really didn't think about building a tomb.

But he pondered it carefully for a moment and could probably understand the reason why this memorial appeared at this node.

Zhu Yunyu had just established the Nanshu, and Xia Yuanji, the Minister of Rites, submitted such a memorial at this time, probably to find a sense of existence in front of Zhu Yunyu.

He was a good talent, but he was also a utilitarian person. Originally, the Minister of Rites had hope, but the emperor ordered others. Therefore, this memorial seemed reckless and actually showed loyalty.

Even Zhang Feng and others who agreed with this matter were probably trying to test the emperor.

"The city walls over Shuimen Pass are still under construction, right?" Zhu Yunxiu asked suddenly.

The ministers were slightly surprised and didn't understand for a moment. Li Jinglong spoke first, "Although I am not in charge of this matter, I have heard of it. There are two city walls in Shuitu Pass. In addition, due to the increasing number of merchant ships coming and going to the capital, the waterway and docks are being expanded, Yingtian Mansion recruited civilians after the New Year to repair the city walls and cleared the rivers!"

"Let's go out of the palace to see!" Zhu Yunxiu said, "Let Xia Yuanji follow him!"

~~

Without changing casual clothes like the past one, Zhu Yunyu wore the emperor's dragon robe and brought a group of officials to set up a guard of honor to leave the city.

Shuimen Pass, also known as Shuiximen, is used as amphibious. It is like a fish's belly and is a urn city that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

It was just shortly after the Chinese New Year, and the cold winter had not yet left. From a distance, the water surfaces of Mochou Lake and Nanhu Lake on both sides of the water west gate were still a bit cold.

In the guard of honor, the heat emitted from the mouth and nose of the war horses can be clearly seen.

Under the towering city walls, countless civilians are working in the biting river water, and countless materials are transported to the city through the Sanshan Bridge on the water.

Xia Yuanji followed the emperor's carriage nervously, thinking about the emperor's intentions all the way. He didn't know why the emperor asked him to follow him to inspect the city wall, but he vaguely felt that his memorial might have been photographed on the horse's hoof.

"Falling in the sedan chair!" The turtle shook the whisk beside the shoulder carriage, and the shoulder carriages carried by several Jinyiwei slowly fell down.

Zhu Yunxiu lifted the curtain directly, stepped out from inside, and looked at the busy men up and down the city wall expressionlessly.

"Can you know how many civil servants have been called this time?" Zhu Yunhuang asked.

Although he didn't name it, everyone who followed him knew who he was asking.

"It's about 3,400 people!" In the cold weather, a layer of sweat broke out on Xia Yuanji's forehead.

"There are only two walls that require 3,400 people!" Zhu Yunxiu pointed to the distance, "If it were my tomb, how many people would be called?"

"minister......"

"The people have just passed the Chinese New Year and the land at home is not yet ready, so they are going to work for the government. I will choose a tomb again. The people in the places around the capital will probably have endless corvee service!" Zhu Yunqiu was not polite and stared at Xia Yuanji. "Yingtian Mansion has been using 280,000 migrant workers for thirty years. There is still a piece of Xiaoling Mausoleum that has not been completed and is still under construction. In recent years, 100,000 migrant workers are used. At this time, I will build another tomb again. Do you want them to survive?"

"I am wrong, please punish me!" Xia Yuanji Khan was standing steadily as he was raining.

Zhu Yunxiu looked at him without saying a word, but looked around, looked at the dozens of ministers following him, and continued, "I have said a long time ago that I do not want to build a large-scale construction. I will not even build the Great Wall. What kind of tomb should I build at this time?"

"This is not about building bridges and paving roads, nor is it about not having a canal dock. Building bridges and paving roads is for the benefit of the people. It is different for me to build a tomb and seek personal gain for me alone!"

As he said that, Zhu Yunxiu looked into the distance again, suddenly his face changed drastically, and then he walked over with great strides.

"Come on!" Deng Ping quickly called the guards and quickly stepped forward to surround the emperor.

~

Because he came temporarily and was not allowed to notify this place, neither the officials nor the civilians knew that the emperor had arrived around the city wall.

So what Zhu Yunyu saw here was the real construction site.

He walked quickly, his boots stepped on the water-stacked ground, and the hem of the dragon robe skirt was covered with dark spots of mud and water.

An old man with wrinkles on his face as carved as a knife was squatting in the ditch, digging out mud, sand and gravel with his hands.

The people did not recognize the emperor, but the majesty of the dragon robe made the old man stunned.

Zhu Yunxi stopped in front of him, "Touch out your hand!"

"The Emperor asked you to take action..." Deng Ping said, and went forward and pulled out the old man's two muddy hands.

Both hands were covered with frostbite cracks, which were scary red and swollen, and their joints were bent and trembling violently.

"It's such a cold day, why do you dig with your hands? Didn't you give me tools?" Zhu Yunxi asked in resentment.

"Yes... it was the official who threw the villain's hoe into the ditch!" the old man thought about it and said in fear, "So, the villain can only use his hands!"

"Who threw it? Why?" Zhu Yunxiu said angrily, "Call in charge!"

~~

After a while, a man in his thirties was taken to Zhu Yunxi by the Jinyiwei.

He was not even a minor official, but a scoundrel in the yamen, responsible for supervising the work here.

But we can't underestimate him. Such people used to be inconspicuous in the streets and alleys, but once they have the power of the government, they will immediately become powerful.

"The grass people bow to the emperor!" The man was so scared that he shivered and lay directly in the mud and water.

"You are in charge!" Zhu Yunxiu looked at him, "Why did you throw his hoe?"

"He...he is disobedient!" the manager shouted.

"Hmm?" Zhu Yunqiu was furious.

The manager had no eyes and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty, he is disobedient. The villain asked him to do work, but he couldn't finish it alone. Building the city wall is a major event for the court. He was obviously unwilling to do his best. The villain was angry..."

"Don't you work?" Zhu Yunxiu said angrily, "Look at his hands?" As he said, he stepped forward a few steps and pulled the old man's hand directly, "How hard is the civil servant? His hands and feet are covered with frostbite cracks. He was wearing a single clothes in water on such a cold day, and you still said he was not working hard? He was working in cold water, and you were watching from the side, and you were still angry. Where did you get angry?"

The man was immediately prostrated and did not dare to speak.

The emperor was angry, and Deng Ping's hand was already pressed on his waist knife.

"Where did you throw it away?" Zhu Yunxiu said loudly.

"Then...the river ditch!" the manager said tremblingly.

"Pick it up!"

After Zhu Yunyu finished speaking, Deng Ping grabbed the manager's neck and walked towards the ditch in the distance.

Then he threw it into the ditch with a pounce, and the manager started to grop in the cold river with a wail.

"I threw away someone's hoe and let the family dig it with their hands, which was crazy!" Zhu Yunxiu gritted his teeth.

Then, he looked at the ministers who followed him, especially the already disgraceful, Natsuhara Yoshi.

"I heard that you are also a poor student. Now that you are in a high position, have you forgotten the difficulties of the poor?"

"A building a city wall will make the people suffer. There are still several major tasks outside the capital. You wrote a letter to me to choose a tomb. What is your intention?"

"I..." Xia Yuanji was already frightened and dared not speak anymore, and was so upset in his heart that he was about to die of grief.

"I have said it a long time ago!" Zhu Yunxiu seemed to be talking about Xia Yuanji, but in fact he was warning the ministers, "The country is not rich yet, don't think that you can rest assured if you have some savings. Officials should be sympathetic to the people. Do you go in your left ear and out your right ear?"

"I don't dare!"

This is why Deng Ping pulled the manager over again, and was carrying a water-dreaming hoe in his hand.

"There are many such scum in the world, and they are narrow-minded and proud to trample on others!" Zhu Yunsheng pointed to the manager and said to Deng Ping, "I beat him twenty sticks, and then beat him with the hoe, breaking the other hoe. After the beating, I sent him to Xiaoling to move bricks and stones, so that he could do the hardest and most tiring work!"

Then, he turned to the officials and said, "When will the city wall not be repaired? Do you have to be cold now? I have collected it!"

"Abide by the order!"
Chapter completed!