The Ming Dynasty capital was completely different from the Tianqi period before we knew it.

The fiery party struggles have disappeared, and they have replaced them with the dissatisfaction with the new emperor.

The young emperor launched a random army, abolished the cabinet, expelled the righteous, and appointed treacherous slander. Except for the underage, he was unable to be a waste of lust, and the tyrant monarch had already done everything he should do.

At this time, all kinds of literary and book clubs were everywhere, and they were good at criticizing current ills. In the past, they criticized party struggles and abused evil spirits as the main point, but now they are all dark times when the tyrant rulers are invincible and the treacherous slander are rampant.

A carriage from the palace quietly left Xihua Gate and headed west.

He followed countless imperial guards quietly, surrounding the carriages in the middle.

Inside the carriage, Zhu Xu shook the fan, still sweating profusely.

Fu Changzong looked at Zhu Xu's face full of sweat and said with a worried look: "Your Majesty, as you said, the weather has become more and more strange in recent years. The winter is very cold and the summer is very hot. It is less than July. I am afraid that the drought this year will be further deepened."

Zhu Xu nodded. His physique was afraid of cold in winter and heat in summer. He sweated all over when he was moved. He held the curtain and looked out. He was still in the capital, and there were people coming and going on the streets, steaming hot.

Fu Changzong also looked at it and happened to see the branch of Huijin Trading Company, a man enthusiastically selling tea.

Fu Changzong was moved and said, "Your Majesty, your future business is probably not easy to do, so you should make plans early."

Zhu Xu put down the curtain and said, "Well, I know... the Ministry of Revenue should pay close attention to the drought, and disaster relief should be timely. Those who dare to be interested in disaster relief supplies must dare to kill and bury them!"

Fu Changzong responded and looked at Zhu Xu calmly with his eyes. For some reason, he always felt that Zhu Xu was very resentful in recent days.

The carriage swayed for a while and then drove very smoothly, and the speed was much faster.

‘Maybe the pressure has been too great recently?’

Fu Changzong thought to himself, changed the subject and smiled: "Your Majesty, this new road is really good, hard and flat. With this kind of road, it doesn't hinder the road on rainy days. No matter where you go, it should be very convenient."

The cement road under the carriage is naturally a cement road. Although this cement road is far inferior to that of later generations, it is enough for the Ming Dynasty today. With the current materials, manpower, and prices, even if it is built a cement road from the capital to Yingtian, it will not take 200,000 taels.

The Ministry of Works took the lead and dispatched trained and skilled road construction officials to various places, where there were places to cooperate, recruit people's strength, and advance together, making it surprisingly fast.

Zhu Xu was very satisfied with what Xu Dahua did and said with a smile: "This is not difficult. I have asked the Ministry of Works to pass on the method of building roads to the prefectures and ordered them to contact the gentry, donate money and pay more money, and build more roads. This is a good thing that benefits the country and the people."

Fu Changzong also smiled and said, "I think this kind of thing will be very enthusiastic in all the states and prefectures."

Zhu Xu smiled. There are still many local officials who are sincere in the Ming Dynasty. They are also keen to accumulate reputation and do practical things in the local area. Building roads is a political achievement explained to the court, and they can also carve steles and leave names. They are just an unforgettable "small achievements". Officials with a little thought will not let go.

The court paid money to build official roads that contacted various important cities, and in other places, those built within the prefectures, contacted Shangguan Road. A well-connected road network will quietly spread the Ming Dynasty.

If there was a war, even if it was raining and raining, huge carriages, with cars of soldiers, or even cannons, and rushing to help, Zhu Xu was excited to think about that scene.

Donkey shit~

Suddenly, the carriage swayed and stopped forcibly.

Cao Bianjiao, who was driving in front, turned around and whispered: "Master, there are civilians digging rivers in front."

Zhu Xu picked up the curtain and looked outside. He couldn't see it at first sight. There were civil servants everywhere, wearing short hexagrams, and trucks of silt were dug out of the river and pushed into the distance.

Fu Changzong also saw it and turned around and said, "The emperor, not only the capital, but almost all the main and tributaries of the Yellow River along the Yangtze River, the Yellow River are being cleaned. The Imperial Heaven Supervision has predicted that there has been no rain in the past month. This summer's rain will be concentrated in August."

Zhu Xuran said that the most prominent feature of the Little Glacier is that the rainwater is concentrated for a short time, causing heavy flooding, and then it continues to drought and everything will not grow.

Zhu Xu put down the curtain, sat in the carriage, thought for a while, and said, "Notify all places that when the rainy season comes, we must find ways to store water, whether it is to build a pool or dig a well, in short, there is no shortage of water, especially in Shaanxi/xi, river/nan, mountain/xi, river/xi, mountain/dong and other places."

Fu Changzong responded. As the weather became more and more drought, he also agreed with Zhu Xu's idea and made serious speculations on the future disaster.

When the civilians passed, Cao Huachun drove the carriage and continued to go west, and they were going to the base of the Firearms Bureau.

At the same time, King Lu Zhu Changqing also left the Ten Princes' Mansion, walked into the palace, and entered Wucheng Pavilion.

Wucheng Pavilion is opposite to Wenzhao Pavilion and is also called the "Second Floor of Wenwu". Wucheng Pavilion houses tablets of the emperors of the Zhu family and a bookstore, including the Yongle Ceremony.

A wing room in Wucheng Pavilion was changed into a conference hall. The twenty-seven princes were sorted in order according to the order of "official rank", "generation", etc. Zhu Changqing was arranged to King Ping's lower right hand, and his lower left head was King Jin.

The Governor's government affairs are very general and do not have actual power. Everyone knows what's going on. Except for the Censor's occasional cases that "contradict the official etiquette" that come over, most of the time, they are doing nothing.

The so-called "contradictory to official etiquette" is, such as the official being caught by the censor when visiting prostitutes, staying in brothels overnight, fighting in the street, etc., which are inappropriate, and they are caught by the censor and cannot be dealt with seriously. In the end, they will be ruthless to the Governor's Office.

King Ping knew that Zhu Xu wanted him to watch these princes and prevent them from causing trouble. He sat there, looked around with his belly straight, and said with a smile: "Everyone is here, today is relatively common, no one takes leave, then what about King Lu, King De, King Ji, I will go out of the palace later, there will be a good show today, you must like..."

No one spoke, and was used to the "unrequited" of the governor, or the Zongzheng's "substantial" of the Zongren Mansion.

The first time King Lu appeared in such an occasion, he saw everyone looking at him faintly, and he was also thinking that he was not attentive to himself. He also learned to lower his head and squint his eyes, as if he was wandering outside the sky.

King Ping blinked and put his hands on the table. His fat face was like a rich man with no temper. He smiled and said, "There are no cases today, so let's talk first, haha."

No one else answered the conversation, which was extremely embarrassing.

Fortunately, King Ping was used to it. He looked at King Heng and smiled and said, "King Heng, didn't you say you wanted a salary before? I told King Xin before that it will be reissue it in no time."

King Heng was the throne that was exterminated in the 24th year of Wanli. Now he is old. He opens his eyes and looks at King Ping, and smiles hard and says, "Thank you, Prince."

The others opened their eyes at this time, and a smile flashed across the corners of their mouths. No matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are still meat. What's more, the court forced them to hand over so much food, and it would be enough to get a little back, which would make them happy for a long time.

At this time, Zhu Changqing, who had been closing his eyes and resting, opened his eyes, looked around, and coughed.
Chapter completed!