The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Li Dongyang couldn't help but take the memorial and take a look.

Wang Yue's excerpt is stinky and long. He has written several thousand words, but it is not yet complete.

One excerpt is not enough, so it is divided into two volumes, focusing on how he trained the soldiers, how he staged internal fighting between rebels, how he burned the bandits' ships, and how he sacrificed his life to kill the enemy.

The king, the king, the ministers, the family, the country and the world are just like the war and peace he wrote, full of righteousness.

Emperor Hongzhi Long Yan was delighted: "Wang Shichang is worthy of great use. He will not bring harm to his family. I have orally ordered that these women and children should be settled on the spot by Jiuzhou Prefecture."

Li Dongyang and others all kowtowed: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty!"

Emperor Hongzhi thought of Yan Chengjin and said to Mou Bin beside him: "That guy Yan Chengjin said he was only 30% sure, which made me anxious for more than ten days, so let him come to see me."

Yan Chengjin walked into the hall and saw Emperor Hongzhi sitting on the throne, and Li Dongyang and three others standing aside.

He first saluted Emperor Hongzhi, then saluted Li Dongyang and the others, looking at Emperor Hongzhi eagerly: "I wonder if your Majesty has summoned your ministers?"

Emperor Hongzhi was very interested: "You said that Jiujiang Prefecture is only 30% sure of suppressing the bandits?"

Yan Chengjin: "Yes."

"Then tell me how you calculated the 30%?" Emperor Hongzhi said with a serious face.

"this……"

Your Majesty, there is something called probability. There are random events, possible events, inevitable events, mutually exclusive events, and opposing events.

If you say it, I'm afraid you will go crazy...

Emperor Hongzhi said angrily: "You know that I trust you! If you say 30%, I really believe it. For the past ten days, I have been thinking about it so hard that I can't sleep."

Yan Chengjin was stunned and shouted: "I will die!"

Emperor Hongzhi felt uncomfortable, but the civil servants were so happy about his success and wished to say good luck to him all the time. On the contrary, this boy was honest and humble: "Next time something like this happens again, you have to say 20% more."

"..." Yan Chengjin.

After returning from Fengtian Hall, Yan Chengjin sat next to Wang Shouren. Today, Wang Shouren seemed not interested in him and actually ignored him.

"What's wrong with Bo'an?"

Wang Shouren sighed and lowered his head in shame: "Today, I was impeached by Cai Jin, the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate."

"Bo'an came into the palace today and met a woman washing clothes by the river. He stopped and looked at her for a long time. Who would have thought that this woman was actually the wife of Cai Jin, the imperial censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate." Yang Jingxin said.

Yan Chengjin knew Cai Jin. Cai Jin was the main impeachment team of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He would pick some bones in the eggs every now and then and was notoriously a poor publicist.

Not to mention the Ming Dynasty, even if you stare at a girl for a long time in future generations, you will be called a hooligan, right?

However, Cai Jin was already in his prime, and his wife must be an old woman. It was even more incredible for Wang Shouren to stare at her like this.

But Yan Chengjin knew that the reason why Wang Shouren's philosophy of mind had a great influence on later generations was precisely because it was based on profound insights into human nature.

These insights into human nature actually come from some of the ridiculous things Wang Shouren did in his life.

He is an out-and-out "weird".

For example, I called a few friends and spent seven days and nights in the bamboo forest.

I don't know what he thought of again: "Bo'an has some enlightenment?"

Wang Shouren shook his head and murmured: "Before I saw enough, I was arrested by Cai Yushi."

Li Kang looked at Yan Chengjin and whispered: "Could it be that Bo'an has a brain disease?"

You're a Muggle with a brain disease.

Yan Chengjin continued to copy the notes. By the way, isn't this classic required to be copied in twenty days? Why didn't anyone rush me?

Wang Shouren was grateful in his heart: "Thanks to Brother Cheng Jin for not disapproving and willing to sit next to me."

…………………………

Entering September, the weather suddenly dropped overnight, as if falling into an ice hole instantly!

It was so cold that people couldn't sleep all night.

In the early morning, frost formed a thin layer of ice and the paths in the hospital were a bit slippery.

Early in the morning, Yan Chengjin put on spiked shoes and a warm camouflage fur coat to do morning exercises in the courtyard.

He Neng ran over and said, "Master, the lamb is freezing to death!"

Yan Chengjin walked over and took a look and saw a thin lamb lying stiffly on the ground in the sheepfold, with not much hair growing on its body.

The wind on the face hurts like a knife. If it blows for a long time, it can directly cause frostbite. Not to mention that there was hail last night.

Yan Chengjin sighed, wondering how many livestock would freeze to death.

The ancients valued livestock very much. Livestock was property equivalent to silver. When this lamb was raised, it could be sold for a few taels of silver at least.

As for heating up the oil...

Yan Chengjin would definitely not eat such dead animals.

Winter is about to begin, and with the arrival of the Little Ice Age, Emperor Hongzhi is very busy.

It's getting colder, and there are fewer people on the road. Except for those on duty, no one is willing to go out.

When entering the palace, Yan Chengjin put a stove in the sedan to make him feel a little better.

The first thing the civil servants in Hanyuan said when they met today was that several chickens in your house froze to death last night.

There was an old civil servant in Hanyuan. There was an old hen at home that laid eggs. It froze to death last night. He stewed the old hen soup early this morning. The chicken was miserable.

The civil servant's salary was meager, and the hen was his side job. The whole family relied on the eggs laid by the hen to support themselves. Now...

He ate up his side job.

Yan Chengjin couldn't help but sigh a few times after hearing this.

The most serious impact of the Little Ice Age on the people of the Ming Dynasty was not cold, but hunger and disease.

Without food, no matter how warmly you dress or how vigorously the firewood burns in the house, people will starve to death.

Fill your stomach, even if it is a little colder, there is always a way to survive the winter.

In the cabinet, Li Dongyang and the other two were also complaining about this year's weather. It was hailstorms in September, and they had never encountered such strange weather.

There were sneezes in the duty room.

Liu Jian advised: "Binzhi is not feeling well, why don't you take a day off today?"

I didn't cover myself with a quilt when I slept last night, and I caught a cold early this morning. Li Dongyang felt a little cold and couldn't help shaking his body to drive away the coldness.

"I drank a bowl of ginger soup before going out, and I'm already much warmer. I'm fine, nothing's wrong."

Xie Qian sighed: "This weather is really freezing cold. Last night, even the rats in my house were frozen to death."

Li Dongyang and Liu Jian also sighed repeatedly. If they were like this, wouldn't the people's losses be even more severe?

Warm Pavilion,

Early in the morning, Shuntian Prefecture Governor Liu Qing went to the palace to see the emperor. Local governors could only go to Beijing to see the emperor once during the three-year plan, but Shuntian Prefecture Governor Liu Qing could go to the palace to see the emperor at any time.

Although he had privileges, Liu Qing would not rashly go to the palace unless it was a special case.

Today was a special case.

Liu Qing's face was sad: "Your Majesty, the number of refugees in Shuntian Prefecture is increasing day by day. Even if I have opened the warehouse to provide relief, the grain in Shuntian Prefecture is limited after all. How can it last until tomorrow?"

Not only refugees, but ordinary people also lined up to get porridge. How could a bowl of porridge be enough to fill their stomachs? They were given a big steamed bun.

Liu Qing came to the palace to ask for waste this time.

Emperor Hongzhi was confused. There was still peace and prosperity during the Zhongyuan Festival. Why did so many refugees suddenly appear?

What he didn't know was that for refugees, life was no festival.

Refugees and poor people, how could they have the heart to visit temple fairs and release water lanterns?

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