The Winter Festival was originally organized by Guanglu Temple (Fuck cao), but Xiao Zhige was not satisfied with the regulations submitted by the Guanglu Temple Qing, and has been beaten back three times. +++Mobile reading visit m.mtlnovel.com Seeing that the Winter Festival is approaching, Guanglu Temple has yet to come up with a decent charter.
Xiao Zhige was entangled in political affairs and had to (fuck cao) to do such trivial things, so he was very upset, (gan gan), he drove out of the palace and came to An Changqing to hide.
"The national treasury is empty. Although the Winter Festival is going to be a big event, it is not suitable for extravagance. The silver must be spent on the blade." An Changqing leaned in front of him (chest xiong), chin resting his arm and said: "Since To have fun with the people, we still have to do something that is good for the people."
Xiao Zhige was thinking in this way too, but it's a pity that the people at Guanglu Temple have been accustomed to seeing the prosperous life in Yejing, and how do they know what is good for the people. The statutes submitted are either on the day of the Winter Festival with thousands of cannons to show off the national strength, or the ninety-nine painted boats to tour the canal, celebrating with drums along the way, and having fun with the people.
It's all empty and empty methods, which hurt the people and hurt the money. There is really no benefit at all.
"They just have a very comfortable life, and they don't even know the people's suffering." Xiao Zhige said displeased.
An Changqing poked at the corner of his sloppy lips and laughed: "Let's lead by example and set an example. After a year or a half, they will see the situation clearly, and they should know what to do and what to do."
Xiao Zhige reluctantly nodded his head for the difficulty. In fact, few officials left behind by Emperor Anqing could be appreciated. Even the old and stubborn people of Yanzhou government office were better than this group (strong qiang). It's just that some people have already been banished and demoted before, and if they stop, no one will be available in the court. Therefore, even if these officials often do some stupid things to offend him, Xiao Zhige can only endure it.
"Well, how do we think we should lead by example?"
An Changqing pondered for a while, and asked a seemingly irrelevant question: "Should I have harvested a lot of sweet potatoes from Yanzhou this year?"
Yanzhou began to promote sweet potato planting the year before. This year, most counties and counties in Yanzhou have already planted sweet potato. Qi Wei wrote in April and May and said that the sweet potato planting situation is very good. Counting it down by this time, there should have been a bumper harvest.
Xiao Zhige let out an "um". After Xie Ling returned to Beijing, he reported the situation in Yanzhou in detail: "The people in Yanzhou can have a good harvest this year and don't worry about fullness. I also heard that because of the high yield of sweet potatoes, many people can't finish it at home. They transported these sweet potatoes to neighboring states and counties to sell them. Because they were cheap and full, the response was good. Even the Yanzhou Army received another batch of sweet potatoes for food and grass."
An Changqing said: "Sweet potatoes can grow so well in Yanzhou. If you go further south to promote planting, the people's fullness problem should be solved in the future. I think the Winter Festival may be a good time to promote sweet potato planting."
Both raw and cooked sweet potatoes are edible, easy to grow, and tolerant to barrenness. The yield is high. What's more valuable is that the taste is not bad. If it were to be promoted throughout Daye, the people would not have to worry about the problem of fruit belly in the future. The hardship of the people in Daye is mostly because the current grain production is low. After paying high taxes, the remaining grain and even their livelihoods will become a problem. There are still many hungry people in the peaceful era. If there is a natural disaster (Ren), it is not an exaggeration to say that they were hungry for thousands of miles.
Xiao Zhige immediately understood his thoughts, looked at him encouragingly, and listened to him continue to speak.
"We can buy a large number of sweet potatoes from Yanzhou, and hold a sweet potato feast in the palace during the winter festival. We can also open shantangs in various states and counties. The shantangs use sweet potatoes as the main food, making porridge, cooking and so on. In the shantang, it’s better to arrange someone to explain the benefits of sweet potato planting. In the coming year, we can also prepare some seed potatoes and send them to various states and counties, so that people from all over the country will try to plant... The poor people of rice had a good time for the festival, and they also achieved the goal of having fun with the people. Compared with the colorful fireworks paintings, the people are afraid that they need more food to eat..."
Xiao Zhige smiled the more he listened, and after he finished speaking, he discussed and perfected the details with him. Finally, he couldn't help but rub the person into his arms, and his voice was low and ambiguous: "The Goose King is really the pillar of the country and deserves a reward."
The words on his mouth were very serious, but his hands were unfaithful to get into the shirt, An Changqing whispered, subconsciously wanting to refuse, but he was quickly led into joy, no longer caring about other...
Before dawn the next day, Xiao Zhige got up and prepared to go to court. Han Zhang had long been waiting outside holding his clothes.
After Xiao Zhige finished changing his clothes, he saw An Changqing holding the bedding and still sleepy eyes. He personally dug out the person from between the warm bedding, heated his hands on the stove, and put on his shoes without evasiveness ( More geng) clothes.
"What are you doing? I have to sleep a little longer..."
He didn't need to go to court, and he couldn't get up before dawn. An Changqing was very uncooperative, she wanted to hide in the bedding with her feet shrinking. Xiao Zhige patiently coaxed him to put on his clothes: "Today, go to the court with me. The people at Guanglu Temple can't count on it anymore. Go and point them so that those idiots won't be messed up."
Ok? An Changqing's evasive action paused, her eyes widened slightly, and said in surprise: "Should I go to the court?"
"Now you are expensive and King Goose, except for me, you are the biggest. What's so strange about going to the last dynasty?" Xiao Zhige took it for granted. If the Goose King was just an honorary title, why did he bother to make such a big fanfare when he was conferred on the title?
An Changqing's eyes trembled slightly, this time she didn't hide, and took the belt to tie herself. Xiao Zhige avoided his hand, and took the opportunity to kiss him on the cheek: "Don't move, I will take care of King Goose (more geng) clothes."
When Xiao Zhige gets along with him, he rarely calls me. But he likes to make fun of him when he is joking. An Changqing could only obediently stretch his arms and let him buckle himself. Seeing that Xiao Zhige was still arranging his clothes carefully, he couldn't help but whispered: "If you are recorded by the historian like this, I'm afraid you will be a dazzling monarch."
"That's not good." Xiao Zhige said solemnly, "I am the King of Faint. Wouldn't King Goose become the Queen of the Demon? The Fox King and generals are acceptable, but the King of Faint and the Queen are not.
He leaned in An Changqing's ear and whispered like a love story: "I still want to live with the Goose King forever, and be a model for future generations..."
The warm breath hit the auricle, An Changqing's heart involuntarily slapped, and he couldn't tell whether it was a gesture of intimacy or love that blushed his cheeks. He subconsciously glanced at the servants of the palace, and saw Han Zhang and others. I don't know when he has quietly retreated, at this time he and Xiao Zhige are the only ones left in the room.
Raising her hand and rubbing her cheeks, An Changqing pushed the person away a bit, but her tone was not soft, and she agreed, "I see."
Xiao Zhige smiled freely, took his hand and walked out, ordering everyone to drive back to the palace. An Changqing naturally rides with him.
So on this day, the civil and military officials of the Shang Dynasty saw the Goose King in purple slowly stepping into the Hall of Chongzheng. Then, the emperor appeared in the hall with the **** Han Zhang. It was a strange thing that King Goose suddenly came to the court. What's more strange is that these two people still appeared on the front and back. Thinking about the news last night that the emperor had stayed at the King Goose Mansion overnight, the courtiers exchanged their eyes, watching, nose and nose. The heart lowered his head.
Xiao Zhige is in a good mood today, and his face (color) is not so shocking. He glanced around, and after a subtle pause on An Changqing's body, only then did he signal that Han Zhang could open the court.
Han Zhangming whip: "There are memorials to work, but nothing happens."
After the words were over, courtiers went out in turn to state the problem. An Changqing stood in the forefront of the courtiers, listening to the courtiers asking questions one by one, and Xiao Zhige on the dragon seat always gave a sharp response after the other party finished speaking. Regarding the courtiers who have something to say, although his face (color) is calm, he patiently discusses the solution with the other party. If the result cannot be discussed in the court, he will ask the other party to go back and write a book, and then discuss it again after the imperial study. Some courtiers who only ask questions but don’t think about the solution, he has no patience (sexual xing), his eyes are like a sharp stab at the opponent, and most of them send a sentence, "I will ask me what to do with these small things, it is better to do it for Qing." How about going to be an official", the other party was so scared that he repeatedly confessed his guilt before giving up.
Although An Changqing has often heard people say that the emperor has a bad temper since he was enthroned, this is the first time he saw Xiao Zhige's dynasty. He couldn't help but secretly slandered: In the face of these uninspiring officials, even the saint can't get better when he comes. These rumors don’t know who came from them, they are just nonsense.
After the North Korean meeting lasted for half an hour, no officials appeared again.
When Xiao Zhige saw that they finally finished speaking, he slowly said, "It is now November and the Winter Festival is approaching. (Fuck cao) has not yet drafted the regulations. If there is a good way to do so, all Aiqing can offer suggestions. ."
After the words were finished, Guanglu Temple's face (color) appeared bitterly: "The minister has drafted a new statute, which has not yet been submitted to your majesty, and now you can invite your majesty to observe," he said and submitted the memorial in the sleeve. Go up.
Han Zhang went down the steps, held up the memorial and handed it to Xiao Zhige to read it.
Xiao Zhige turned it over twice, and his face (color) sank--this new proposed regulation was still something that changed the soup without changing the medicine.
He had no patience (sexual xing) to read the content at the back. He placed the memorials on the long case without speaking. Before speaking, the Qing prince of Guanglu Temple should kneel down and ask for sin: "Your Majesty's forgiveness is incompetent."
Xiao Zhige tried his best to suppress his anger and didn't break out on the spot. If it were those generals who had taken him before, with his temper, he would have kicked his feet long ago. It's just that he can't be so rude to civil officials. He pinched his eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "If the Guanglu Temple Qing really doesn't understand what it means to have fun with the people and what the people need, he doesn't have to go to court after the Winter Festival. Go to the shop and feel it yourself."
Qing Lu Temple was so scared that the quail lay down on the ground, calling out "Your Majesty, forgive me and convict the guilty minister."
Xiao Zhige didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned his eyes to An Changqing and said, "Since you didn't have any suggestions, let's listen to King Goose's policy."
An Changqing received his gaze, took a step aside, and slowly presented to the court the articles of association after the detailed discussions with Xiao Zhige yesterday. Many courtiers were surprised to see him going to court today, and when Xiao Zhige asked him to offer advice, they couldn't help but feel a little disapproving. They felt that Xiao Zhige's actions were too out of order.
However, An Changqing’s voice was clear and powerful. As he spoke deeper and deeper, the expressions of some courtiers gradually changed...
He had something to say, and some officials could not help but raise one or two questions from time to time to discuss with him. An Changqing was able to answer them like fluent answers. Later, even Ji Anmin couldn't help but join the discussion.
The atmosphere in the court hall was very warm and peaceful for a while. Xiao Zhige saw that they were able to discuss vigorously, but he did not stop it. On this day, the court was delayed for two minutes before disbanding. Finally, Xiao Zhige ordered King Goose to preside over this year’s Winter Festival, Guanglu Temple. If necessary, other government offices can also mobilize for assistance.
After the dynasty was disbanded, An Changqing surrounded several people in the world, especially Guanglu Temple, who was crying just now, came up to please him and said: "Goose King is a great strategy, the minister will do his best to assist. I also hope that the King Goose will be in front of his servants in the future. Good words..."
An Changqing speaks very well, but some words can't be accepted indiscriminately. He solemnly said: "Your Majesty has always disliked us doing face-saving efforts, and dare not say good words, but if this winter festival (fuck cao) is done well, I want to come. Your Majesty will no longer blame Siqing."
"That's natural, that's natural." Guanglu Temple Qing received his words, put his heart back in his stomach somehow, followed him step by step, smiled and discussed with him about the Winter Festival.
The Winter Festival falls on the twenty-seventh of the winter moon, and there is still more than half a month away, but the decree is sent to various places and it will take time to be implemented. Therefore, after the dynasty was dismissed that day, An Changqing went to Guanglu Temple, and after working out a detailed charter overnight, he hurriedly began preparations.
We must first go to Xinyan Prefecture to buy sweet potatoes, and then send the sweet potatoes to the northern prefectures and counties. The Southland is far away. Because the sweet potatoes were originally introduced from Yuze, An Changqing went to ask Xiao Zhige for instructions, and immediately sent Southland officials to contact Yuze, and bought a large number of sweet potatoes to the southern states and counties. .
In addition to buying sweet potatoes, all localities must step up the construction of shantangs. This shantang is not for temporary use. In addition to the requisition for the Winter Festival, it can also be used to cast rice porridge and accommodate homeless women and children. Of course, these are follow-up regulations and need to be discussed.
When the articles of association are laid down and implemented one by one, the action will be much faster. Yejing celebrated the Winter Festival this year, but did not prepare fireworks, nor did he paint boats, singing and dancing. Only a shantang in and outside the city was quickly built.
Many people in Yejing had participated in the street fighting in which the crown prince was abolished, and now they are very fond of the new emperor and the Yan King. Seeing these actions, they have the courage to step forward and ask, who knew that the officials who built the Shantang were very friendly , Telling everyone that your Majesty will have fun with the people this Winter Festival, and specially ordered King Goose to build these many shantangs, and then sweet potatoes will be distributed for everyone to share to celebrate the festival. Not only Yejing, but also other prefectures and counties.
As for what is sweet potato? Naturally, they will know it during the Winter Festival, and they haven't seen it yet.
When the people listened, they couldn't help but yearn for the Winter Festival even more. And Xiao Zhige and An Changqing were very much loved by the people. Now Xiao Zhige has only been enthroned for a few months, and he is amnesty for the world and exempted from the land. Now he is still building a shantang to enjoy the people during the Winter Festival. The wind reviews are getting better. Rumors such as "brutal addiction (to kill sha and "brutality" have long disappeared. Instead, more people began to praise him for his great ancestor demeanor, and he was Mingjun.
But there were noises in the praise, and occasionally some literati who boasted that they had read books began to talk sourly about the emperor's favor on the Goose King. Mostly it is said that the emperor was fascinated by beauty (color) and left the harem vacant. Now he is letting King Goose participate in politics.
The Da Ye Dynasty did not have the ethos of being convicted for words, and speech has always been more open. After Xiao Zhi Ge became enthroned, there are very few (gan gan) talks related to the public, so although there are not many such talks, they have not stopped.
Some literati prefer to use this to show that they are different from mortals. It’s just that when they said that they rarely saw people refuting it face to face, but now that the Winter Festival is celebrated and the news of the construction of a shantang spread, they find that the situation has completely reversed. Whenever someone mentions words like "Funjun", "Near fortune", "Jiangshan is in danger", people will come to scold others.
Such as "Your Majesty loves the people like a son, saying that he faints the king, you are not blind", "The Goose and His Majesty are serious husbands of three matchmakers, I think you are like a (rape) person, fortunately, your majesty's fire-eyed Jinzhu I didn’t ask you to be an official." "Since your majesty enthroned, you will be exempted from taxes if you don’t fight or talk. I see that it’s better than the emperor in front of me. If you don’t believe me, I’ll sue the official." There are countless remarks. .
Many people have not been educated, and their words are straightforward and sharp. Whether it is a clear-cut literati who claims that everyone is drunk and sober, or some people with ulterior motives who want to fan the flames, they are all scolded so much that they can only fight back. Going home unscrupulously.
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But after An Changqing and other government officials worked hard for half a month, in the hope of everyone, it finally came to the 27th day.
There was another heavy snowfall in Yejing at 25 o'clock, and the sky and the earth were plain (color). But even so, it can’t stop the people’s happiness during the festival. The people’s homes are all hung up with pictures of the ninety-nine eradicating cold, the juveniles put on new festive clothes, and the adults gather at home to make the dough. It is rare to buy a bit of meat and fish. Make dumplings.
In the early morning of that day, Xiao Zhige took Baiguan to the outskirts of the city to make sacrifices to the world. After the ceremony was over, he led everyone back to the palace to have a banquet.
In order to promote sweet potatoes, this year’s palace banquets are also made with sweet potatoes as the main ingredient. They are fried and boiled. All kinds of tricks are presented. Officials who originally thought that the palace banquet on this day were going to be hungry. It was sweet and delicious, so far the last doubt in their hearts was completely dispelled, and they were full of praise for the decision of the emperor and the goose king.
The palace and courtiers highly praised the deliciousness of sweet potatoes. In the market, the poor people who went to the shantang early in the morning to wait in the morning, after receiving boiled sweet potatoes, sweet potato cakes, and sweet potato porridge, he hesitated to taste the first bite, even more surprised. His eyes widened.
These poor people have also received porridge water from other places before. Naturally, the porridge and water cannot be said to be so delicious, it's just filling. But now the sweet potatoes they receive, whether they are roasted, steamed or boiled, are all sweet and soft, delicious and satisfying.
Many people, holding their shamelessly boiled sweet potatoes, burst into tears after a light bite, and were reluctant to eat them again. They carefully put the sweet and warm sweet potatoes into their clothes, ready to take them back to their families for a taste. taste.
The shantang was opened for two days. Not only did the people have a good festival, they also arranged for officials to promote the benefits of sweet potatoes and inform all the people that the government office will bring in potato seeds in the spring next year. Anyone with barren land in their homes can bring some potato seeds back for planting.
The common people were holding warm sweet potatoes, and then they listened to the officials talking about the benefits of sweet potato planting. Speaking of the widespread cultivation of sweet potatoes, when every household could eat their stomachs, some people knelt down one after another, tears in their eyes. Knock your head to thank you.
Maybe in the future they can really live a peaceful life with clothes to wear and full food.
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