The next day, before dawn, Zhu Yunyu had already stood up.

He slept very uneasy last night, and the magnificent imperial city of Zhongdu was too deserted and desolate. This palace was built for people to see, not for people to live in.

Today is an auspicious day, so I chose today for worshiping the imperial tomb.

Zhu Yunxiu took some time to wash up, but he didn't even have breakfast, so he took the civil and military officials of Zhongdu to form a huge team. He set out from the imperial city and walked to the imperial tomb outside the city to worship.

The Ming Dynasty’s Tomb is called the Imperial Tomb. It was first named Yingling in the second year of Hongwu, but it was not adopted.

Ten miles away from the southwest of Fengyang, Zhongdu, a place is not flat, and on some hilly land similar to the landform, the towering imperial tombs came into view.

The imperial tomb is also a city, even more magnificent, more majestic, and more ingenious than the Forbidden City in the capital.

The Emperor's Ancestor trains that all descendants of the Zhu family must not wear gorgeous clothes to worship the imperial tombs. Be sure to be simple to show filial piety!

Zhu Yunyu was wearing coarse cloth clothes and was wearing straw sandals without even hemp ropes. He had already walked into the water and had a hole in the gap between his toes. Every step he took was heart-wrenching.

In the words of the old man, it’s right to hurt. What does this pain in the descendants of later generations count as compared with the suffering suffered by the ancestors of the Zhu family?

Only when it hurts can you not forget your origin.

At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, the world was miserable, and the people could not eat enough and hunger were everywhere.

The authentic peasant family of Zhu's family has been working hard for a year and can't even have enough food to eat. They just look like individuals, but live completely without a single person. Even the Guizhou leader like them is not considered human in the eyes of those in power, just a string of numbers.

I was hungry since I was a child, but I still have a home.

In the third year of Zhizheng, Huaixi had a severe drought first, then an insect plague, and then a plague. There was no overnight food at home, and his eyes were red when hungry, so he could only drink cold water in big mouthfuls and tighten his belt.

Just hungry, but people are still there!

But I knew that the way of heaven was unfair. Within half a month, the old man and his elder brother were all ill and starved to death.

According to the old man, when he carried his mother's body, his mother was not as thin as a few firewood.

That year, the old man was fifteen years old.

People should eat when they are alive, and they should be buried in peace when they die.

But neither of the Zhu family can do these two things.

At the age of fifteen, he was as thin as a child, followed his second brother and sister-in-law, and his nephew looked at the house with a bare wall. He looked at the straw mat and had no parents even in the coffin, and wanted to cry without tears.

After drinking, the old man said weakly, "At that time, I thought, if someone gave my parents a coffin, I would give him my life!"

It would be fine if there was no coffin, but the Zhu family did not even have the cemetery where their parents were buried. They had no property in the tyranny and natural disasters of the government.

Later, the old man and his second brother kowtowed to the neighbor's landlord surnamed Liu, and then they received a slope that could not be harvested for food to bury the gods.

On the day of the burial, it was raining heavily. The two brothers dug holes and stopped the rain from pouring back. The long-term hunger made them weak, but the two brothers tried their best, using tools and hands to dig a place for their parents to settle down in the rainstorm.

A flash of lightning illuminated the old man's tender face at that time.

He burst into tears because the body of his parents and elder brother was soaked in the rain.

At the age of fifteen, he didn't even do a dry place to rest for his parents and brothers. The two of them cried and buried their relatives in the puddle, stubbornly inserted a branch, and then knelt in the rain.

After burying his relatives, the weather was damn sunny.

The fifteen-year-old man, his sick second brother, his sister-in-law who was almost crying and his nephew who was hungry. These are the last few people in the Zhu family.

The kind-hearted aunt next door gave half a bowl of rice bran, and the kind-hearted old man in the village gave a bowl of bran. The whole family sat around, like reunion during the New Year. They endured the sadness and cooked a pot.

Then, the family ate it separately. These wealthy families feed pigs, but they don’t eat them. They go their separate ways!

My sister-in-law took her nephew back to her parents' home.

The second brother, leaning on a branch, went out to beg for food. He never met again in this life.

The fifteen-year-old man had the best life and went to the temple to become a monk.

Zhu Yunxiu had never experienced these pasts, and was even somewhat unfamiliar with the past. After he walked through the main gate of the imperial tomb, which was two feet tall and seventy-five feet long, he came into his mind. The picture was particularly clear and sad.

This kind of sadness made tears flow unconsciously in his eyes.

The crown prince burst into tears, and the ministers following him suddenly cried.

Passing through the main entrance of the imperial tomb, stepping on the long shrine, looking at the towering imperial tomb buildings. Zhu Yunqi suddenly understood why the old man knew that the imperial tomb was a waste of money to build the imperial tomb, but he was determined to build the largest, best, and most magnificent tomb in the day.

Even this grave is for viewing. Even the people in this grave have never lived a good life!

The saddest thing in the world is that the son wants to support him but his parents are not waiting for him. The son is the future, but his parents are not happy for a day.

Even if he is already the emperor, even if he is the Supreme Lord of the Nine Five!

But deep down, he was still the sons of the two poor peasants. He would rather use all the treasures in the world to exchange for joy under his parents' knees.

He regards all his glory and wealth as a cloud, and only thinks, even in his dream, that he can see his parents and family with his own eyes and have a full meal.

He built the largest tomb in the world not to tell the world how promising he is!

Instead, in order to make up for the debts in my heart to my parents and brothers.

The Shinto is very long. Zhu Yunyu stepped on the straw sandals' feet, and his flesh and blood were blurred, with blood marks every step.

On both sides of the Tao, there were lifelike tall stone statues. They seemed to be witnesses of this memorial ceremony. These nobles who were previously unattainable to the Zhu family are now silently and conscientiously protecting this underground palace.

Pass the Shinto Road, walk on the Imperial Bridge, the Golden Palace and the Ming Tower on both sides. It is magnificent, solemn and strict, luxurious and majestic!

The tombs of the people in the past, and the tombs of the emperors today.

In the imperial tomb, Zhu Yunyu's great-grandparents are buried, and the old man's three brothers, a sister-in-law and two nephews are buried.

Going further forward, there are two huge stone tablets on the east and west sides, one is the stele of the calligraphy, and the other is the stele of the imperial tomb written by the old man himself.

After Li Shanchang built the imperial tomb, the old man was furious when he saw the inscription.

All the writings that are embellished by civil officials are probably not worthy of warning to future generations!

So, I personally picked up the pen and wrote the inscription while crying.

Standing in front of the imperial tomb monument, Zhu Yunyu looked up.

Unfilial son, the son Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang carefully describes it!

kneel!

As the officials from the Ministry of Rites were singing and drinking, Zhu Yunxiu knelt under the monument and read aloud the emperor's handwriting.

My father lived in this place, and the agriculture was hard, and hesitated day and night............

Behind Zhu Yunxiu, the hunchbacked old eunuch Gou Ren suddenly stood up straight and shouted, Your Highness, let's say louder!

The natural disasters of the Russians are prevalent, and their families suffer.........

Zhu Yunxiu almost roared, and roared and said with a rumor under the gaze of his ministers.

The landlord did not care about me, and shouted and shouted, neither with the ground nor with the neighbors. Suddenly, my brother was generous, and he was begging for the yellow soil, without a coffin, and was covered with evil clothes, covering three feet of food, and laying the paste............

What I do? I have nothing to do. I am humiliated myself. I look down on the vast sky. Since I can't lean on it, my partner's shadow is coming, and I am moving forward in a hurry to the smoke from the cooking stove. I staggered at the ancient temple at night. I look down on the cliff and lean on the blue sky. I hear the ape crying at night and the moon is desolate. My soul is leisurely and I look for my parents without any intention. I am in a down-and-out manner and I am in a silence!

(In the morning, when I saw smoke from cooking, I hurried over to beg for alms. At night, when I saw the ancient temple, I ran over to stay. Sometimes, I looked up at the towering cliff and leaned against the cliff, and felt extremely desolate as the monkeys whine under the night moon. My soul was leisurely, my parents were gone, I was lost, wandering around, the west wind and cranes were crying, and the frost drifted. I was blown by the wind like a flying pancake, and my heart was as uncomfortable as boiling soup.)

As he read and shouted, Zhu Yunxi gradually understood. The old man in his youth had also been confused and asked the world, where is my future? He was also secretly sad, and he was sad that he had never felt sad!

Zhu Yunxi also knew that the old man had to take the big blame and build Fengyang, the capital of Zhongdu.

Zhongdu Fengyang is not a decoration, just like the imperial tomb, it was built for the ancestors of the Zhu family.

He obviously did not believe in ghosts and gods, but he still proudly told his ancestors. Their descendants, Zhu Chongba, who was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to dig a grave. How successful he is now is to comfort his parents, relatives and the Zhu family, and will never die in a mess because of poverty, illness or misfortune.

He personally conquered Jingchu, and was the general who was the one who was in peace. He was the one who was in peace and the sea was wide open. He ordered the general to pacify Wu and Yue in the east, Qi and Lu shone with the flags, and the west was Yiluo Guhan. The land was dangerous in Hehuang, and the city was not easy to enter the capital of Hu, and the tiger minister showed his sharp blade and was as bright as a star.

Dad, look at your son Zhu Chongba, and he will eventually become a hero of his generation.

Brother, sister-in-law, look at your younger brother and rule the world!

Bring the ground to Your Highness............!

Amid Gou Ren's shout, several palace servants placed a heavy shoulder pole carrying two loads of soil on Zhu Yun's shoulders, which had never done any work.

The sacrifice begins!

Zhu Yunxiu knelt down, his spine bent by a shoulder pole, and his shoulders were biting his teeth. He knelt upwards, followed by the stone staircase of the Vajra Wall.

Are you tired? Gou Ren shouted loudly.

Not tired! Zhu Yunxiu gritted his teeth and replied.

Your Highness is louder!

Not tired!

Yes, if your shoulders can’t even carry this little thing, how can you take on the world in the future?

My knees were also broken, covered in blood, and my plain clothes turned dark red.

Finally, I climbed to the top of the treasure.
Chapter completed!