Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 1150 Drawing Lots from the Golden Urn
The emperor's generosity is indeed not in vain.

Within two days, You Shiwei was posthumously named the Prince of Yunzhong County, his posthumous title was Wu Yi, and his full title became King Wu Yi of Yunzhong.

This kind of posthumous king is called the king of the people.

The conditions for being granted the title are strict. Firstly, he must be a duke, secondly, he must be dead, and thirdly, he must have outstanding meritorious service.

The only one who could break this exception was Mu Ying, who was posthumously named King of Qianning as a Marquis.

Therefore, his sons Mu Chun and Mu Sheng inherited the title of Marquis of Xining. During Mu Sheng's period, he and Zhang Fu defeated Annan and were promoted to Duke of Guizhou. Mu Sheng was also posthumously named King of Dingyuan.

Mu Ying and Mu Sheng, their father and son, were successively named kings, so the people often called it Prince Mu's Mansion.

In the Ming Dynasty, many posthumous titles for literati began with Wen, and Wenzheng was the first. When Li Dongyang learned that his posthumous title was Wenzheng, he happily got up from bed to express his gratitude.

Military generals usually have posthumous titles starting with the character "武", and the number one ranking is naturally Wu Ning. For example, Xu Da is Wu Ning.

Then in order are Yi, Min, Hui, Xiang, Shun, Su and Jing.

Wu Yi ranked second, and was obtained by Qi Jiguang in the Ming Dynasty, and was full of gold.

Of course, there is also a posthumous title that can be used by both civil and military officials.

It starts with the character Zhong, such as Zhongwu, because Zhuge Liang used this posthumous title, which led to his ranking first.

There are famous people who used Zhongwu in history, such as Guo Ziyi and Yue Fei.

In the early Ming Dynasty, Chang Yuchun returned from the Northern Expedition and died due to the dismantling wind. Zhu Yuanzhang regretted it so much that he turned a blind eye to Chang Yuchun's killing of prisoners and gave him the posthumous title of Zhongwu.

Later, his son was made a duke to praise his achievements.

The famous Yu Qian only came in third place, Zhong Su.

Off topic.

Wu Yi's posthumous title was neither high nor low, but the title of Prince Yunzhong made the You family overjoyed.

This is definitely a great event to honor our ancestors.

According to the rules of Hong Xinian, she was posthumously granted the title of queen, and for three generations, her father and ancestors were all crowned kings.

Moreover, the portraits painted can also be adorned with seven crowns and leather bows, making them look majestic and majestic.

This is the treatment that only the top nobles have.

Both the government and the public were moved.

Subsequently, the heroes of Ziguang Pavilion were officially announced, and the list of 99 selected heroes was also spread.

Zhao Shu ranked first, and no one had anything to say.

Court painters also went to various mansions to paint portraits of heroes.

After that, the History Museum sent special personnel to compile his deeds for future generations to rely on.

Zhu Mou also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he is ranked 91st, he has made it in the end.

At the same time, he was also a little lucky. Fortunately, there were so many people. If there were only 30 people, they would definitely not be shortlisted.

However, he couldn't help but feel jealous of Zhao Shu.

If nothing unexpected happens, the latter will be posthumously crowned king to show off his ancestors, but he may have to be overshadowed by prominent nobles.

"Must return to cabinet!"

Although he is only in his early fifties, he is already passionate.

Du Yinxi is very old and will take up to a year and a half at most to become an official. This is his chance.

Zhu Mou made up his mind.

……

Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, and the fortune of the Pig Year begins to go downhill.

The hot scene during the Chinese New Year has dropped rapidly, and consumption has plummeted.

Of course, the most important thing is the news from the butcher shop.

"Swine fever has started to break out in the pig farm. I heard it's because there are too many pigs, so I won't buy pigs for the time being!"

The guy looked helpless.

"What to eat then?"

"Mutton!" The waiter said softly: "Although the meat is a little bit tangy, a little expensive, and a little lacking, it's better than closing down, right?"

"You might as well go transport the sheep!"

Ma Danian reluctantly led the donkey cart away.

When he got to the sheep farm, it was overcrowded and there were no sheep left to transport.

And the price of sheep is much higher than that of pigs.

Many rams are heavier than pigs.

The market price of a pound of pork is only about four and a half cents, while the price of a sheep is ten cents. One sheep is worth two pigs.

The market price of mutton is as high as seventeen or eighty cents per pound, so the market is naturally narrow, less than one-tenth of that of pork.

The cost is high, the market is small, but the number of people driving the trains continues to increase, so naturally it is impossible to catch the train.

After returning from the sheep farm disappointed, Ma Danian lost interest. He didn't want to do useless work anymore, so he could only go to the countryside and buy some fresh vegetables, bacon, salted fish, chickens and ducks at low prices.

Then send it to a familiar vegetable shop, or sell it yourself on the street.

After the trip, I was terribly tired, but I only earned about fifty yuan, which was only half of what I had before.

At the same time, he also understood that this was just the first day when the income was higher. Things in the village were getting less and less, and there was still competition. The following days were not optimistic.

Suddenly, the next day it dropped to thirty cents.

He had no choice but to go to the brickyard and transport bricks and stones.

Due to pure luck, the profit was extremely low. I made two or three trips in a busy day and only made 45 Wen.

In Beijing, with such an income, the pressure is great.

"I just wanted to buy a house, and something like this happened..."

It was a cold spring day, but the spring breeze still carried a bone-chilling chill. When passing by a small river, I used the broken ice to clean the donkey cart with the sheepskin jacket tightly wrapped around my body.

This is what he eats with, so it should be taken care of.

Of course, this is because the capital needs money to buy water, so save as much as you can.

I was cleaning in a gloomy mood when suddenly I heard a voice calling: "Handlebar type, handlebar type!"

Quickly wrapping things up, Ma Danian drove the donkey cart from the shore to the official road.

When he looked up, he saw several young men in their twenties. The clothes they were wearing were exposed to the reeds, and their faces were red from the cold.

They were carrying a baggage weighing about twenty or thirty kilograms, which was their only belongings.

"Brother, how far is it to the capital?"

"Twenty miles or so!" Ma Danian glanced at the leaky straw sandals of the three of them: "Half of the snow on the road has melted, so your feet must be frozen!"

"Get in the car!"

He shook the pigskin boots on his feet, shook off the dirty snow and mud, and then said.

"Here, we have no money..."

The little man couldn't help but said.

But the big man at the head took out three copper coins from his arms and said with a smile on his face: "This is our road money."

"Yeah!" Ma Danian accepted it casually, loaded the three of them onto the donkey cart, and walked on foot.

Seeing that the three of them were shivering from the cold, he stopped, piled up clods of earth, and lit a small bundle of firewood.

Tea was boiled on the spot.

Glancing at the three of them, he took out the lunch box from his arms and gave each of them half a coarse-grain steamed bun: "There are only two, so let's make do with it!"

As he spoke, he sadly took out a fingernail-sized piece of brown sugar from his pocket, separated half of it and sprinkled it into the tea: "Drink like this to keep your body strong!"

The three of them were so moved that they toasted the cold steamed buns and ate them while they were warm.

Then the four of them drank the tea in one mouthful after another.

Only then did the body warm up completely.

The rest of the journey went smoothly.

The three young men were also very sensible. They got in the car on the muddy ground and walked on the ordinary road, which lightened the donkey's burden.

Because of this, the atmosphere is quite friendly.

"What are you doing in the capital?"

Ma Danian asked casually: "It's not easy in the capital. Just drinking a bowl of tea costs two cents."

"Brother, we want to immigrate!"

The big man at the head was also very simple and said seriously:

"Now, unlike ten years ago, there is very little wasteland in the village. Our family has no land to farm. We work for the rich man's family. We are hungry and have a full meal, but we can't find a wife."

"Yes, if you want to open up wasteland, it will be low-grade dry land. You have to work hard to get just one or two acres, and you will lose at least ten years of your life. This is not worth it!"

Another person interjected, his face full of helplessness: "We heard from a veteran who came back from the village that if you immigrate there, you will not only get land, but you will also get a wife!"

"That place in the Northeast doesn't give birth to wives, and it doesn't have as much land as Qi State. There are many from Yue State!"

"I heard about it!" Ma Danian said hurriedly: "I read in the newspaper that the emperor's son went overseas to establish a small country, and said that he could immigrate by himself."

"Qi State directly rewards fifty acres of land. Yue State does the same, and my daughter-in-law seems to have one too."

As a Beijinger, he naturally has some innate political enthusiasm. Even if he is illiterate and cannot read the newspaper, he still has to order a cup of tea and listen.

It’s one of the few joys of the day.

Speaking of this, Ma Danian also became excited: "There should be no lie in this matter. Many people have gone there before and they all made a fortune."

"The land there is cheap, especially in Qi. There are three crops a year, and ten acres of land is enough for the whole family. How can we cultivate all the fifty acres!"

"The country of Yue is not bad, it's close, and it's about the same as ours. There's nothing acclimated to it, and there's no big python like the country of Qi!"

"python?"

"Yeah, it's very hot there. Sometimes when I wake up, there are many snakes under the quilt and a big spider on my head. Who knows!"

"There are gains and losses!"

Ma Danian casually talked about the rumors he heard with great relish.

At dusk, the group returned to the capital.

Sure enough, a shed was set up at the city gate, and a notice read about the benefits of immigration.

Everyone gathered around and there was a lot of discussion.

"Qi State, fifty acres of land, one house, if there is a lack of a wife, one person will be rewarded as appropriate..."

"In the Qin State, there are twenty acres of land, plenty of cattle, and complete farm tools. The craftsmen can be rewarded with a hundred acres of mature land, three crops a year..."

"Yueguo, eighty acres..."

"Liao Kingdom, one hundred acres of cultivated land, one thousand acres of grassland, hundreds of cattle and sheep..."

"Zhao State has [-] acres of arable land, [-] cattle and sheep, and complete houses..."

Each and every favorable condition makes passers-by unable to help but stop and watch.

Ma Danian listened to everyone's talk and gradually became fascinated.

Some say that Qi is good, some say that Yue is close, and many people want to go to Qin.

There are different opinions.

On the other hand, there were very few people who signed up in the shed. A few people came out and were asked questions.

Migration is a deadly thing.

"You have to think twice about this!" Ma Danian couldn't help but said a word he learned and stopped the three of them.

"Brother Ma, the three of us are single and can't even get a wife. Going abroad is the best thing."

"Yes, we are still from the Ming Dynasty. We used to walk hundreds of miles to survive. Isn't it the same thing!"

As he said that, Ma Danian watched the three of them go to the shed with the flag of Qi flying.

He was stunned and silent.

Yes, you can't even take a bite of food. How can you take care of so much?

I'm in the capital, isn't it the same?
On February [-], just after the Dragon Head Raising, the big shots from Xizang arrived in Beijing.

Dayan Khan, Dalai Lama of Wei Zang Kingdom, and Banchan who came later, as well as their family members and servants, numbering nearly a thousand people, arrived in Beijing under the escort of more than [-] soldiers from the Beijing camp.

In order to ensure safety, he traveled from Xikang to Sichuan, then arrived in Chongqing and took a boat to the Yangtze River, and then went north along the canal, walking for more than four months.

The reason for the slow speed is naturally to take care of the physical conditions of Dalai Lama and Dayan Eqirhan, both of whom are quite old.

However, not long after arriving in Beijing, the last Great Khan of Wei Zangguo, who was plagued by illness, died of illness.

Zhu Yixi was naturally extremely sad and gave him three thousand mourning silver.

At the same time, the emperor also personally consecrated his eldest son Tenzin Dalai as the king of Weizang County, deposed the title of Khan, and conferred the title of viscount on his two legitimate sons.

Tens of thousands of dollars in silver were given, as well as a thousand acres of land in the capital, and ten thousand acres each in Liaodong and Jilin.

It can be said to be a great favor.

But the subtext is that he can no longer go back and can only live in Beijing, making do with the King of Ryukyu, King Kang, King of Brunei, etc., enough to form a table of mahjong.

The reason for the favorable treatment is naturally because it is a vassal state.

If the suzerain country seizes the land of the vassal country, it will harm the dignity of the central government, so naturally it must be taken care of.

As for the two great lamas, Dalai and Banchan, Zhu Yixi naturally comforted them devoutly and prepared to build a splendid lama temple for them to live temporarily.

Unlike Ban Chan, who was young and had just been enthroned, Da Lai knew too much. He pondered and asked carefully:

"Your Majesty, I wonder when we can return after the Hajj?"

"No rush!" Zhu Yixi smiled gently: "The Lama Temple has not been repaired yet!"

Da Lai choked and could only say frankly: "Although the capital is good, it is not a place where we and I will live for a long time. I hope your majesty will make it happen!"

Seeing this, Zhu Yixi said seriously: "I have no objection to the Yellow Sect. The Yellow Sect is the dominant one on the plateau, and I am willing to provide support."

"However, the Great Lama also needs to give me my due reward."

"Your Majesty, please speak!" Da Lai's expression changed. He looked at Diba beside him, who frowned and remained silent.

“What belongs to the temple belongs to the temple, and what belongs to the court belongs to the court.”

Zhu Yixi's eyes were alert. He glanced at Diba's face and said decisively: "The great lama must not interfere in civil affairs or interfere in government affairs."

"Eating fast, chanting Buddha's name, and reciting sutras are what monks should do."

Dibalosang Tudao looked greatly moved and winked wildly.

This usurpation was his power.

Although Da Lai was reluctant to give up, he was still willing, but Diba's attitude made him hesitate.

"Secondly, the reincarnated soul boys of Da Lai and Ban Chan must be certified and approved by the court, and they must not be controlled by the big nobles arbitrarily!"

"I have decided to adopt the golden urn drawing lot system, and let the Buddha decide the candidates and select the real living Buddha."

Drawing lots from a golden urn was a way for the Qing Dynasty to eliminate the control of nobles and seek profits. Therefore, after identifying three (or two or four) candidates for Hubilhan, they wrote their names on the nameplates and checked them correctly.

Then seal it (wrap it in yellow paper) and put it in a gold vase.

Then the golden jar is shaken to reveal the true candidate.

Therefore, true fairness has always relied on drawing lots.

(End of this chapter)