The dawn began to appear, and the faint sunshine shone through the green mountains in the distance. The valley behind the village was surrounded by people, and many people were excited. Since entering Myanmar, everyone has been worried and regretful about the future and the demise of the Ming Dynasty. It has never been as lively as it is today. There are hundreds of soldiers carrying wooden sticks guarding the entrance of the valley, and several hundred households sweating kept roaring at the crowds that were about to enter the valley.

"Everyone has organized a team and went in one by one, what's going on? Alas, that kid, what are you squeezing, go back soon."

In sharp contrast to the excited people, the officials gathered beside the valley entrance. They gathered in groups of three or five to discuss each other. Everyone was filled with righteous indignation. Some officials even rolled up their sleeves, like a fighting rooster but couldn't find a partner to vent.

In the minds of scholars and officials, the emperor respected heaven and earth just to express his awe of ghosts and gods. It was just a symbolic activity and had no practical significance at all.

A gentleman respects ghosts and gods and stays away from them, and his son does not say anything about strange powers and chaos. These philosophical sayings of the sages have long been engraved in their blood. There are no ghosts and gods in the world. This is the consensus they have reached.

Now, it’s better, a good emperor, who doesn’t seek to work hard, doesn’t think about how to regain everything that should belong to him, but does some tricks of gods and monsters to fool the people. It’s no wonder these officials who have studied the books of sages are angry.

"I think Your Majesty is even more ridiculous than the previous emperor Wanli." An official muttered in a low voice, and many people nodded in agreement. Wanli was the emperor that the officials of the Ming Dynasty hated the most. Not only did they abandon the government affairs, but they also only stayed in the palace every day to refine elixirs and seek immortals, causing chaos in the entire court.

"My colleagues, the country is in such a crisis, Your Majesty has not yet awakened and playing such a bad trick. It's just a pity that the country has been in the hands of a thief for three hundred years of the Ming Dynasty. Zhang Xiao, the reign of the Ming Dynasty, had nothing else in his body. Even if he was torn to pieces today, he would change his mind." The person who spoke was Zhang Xiaoquan, the director of the Nanjing Ministry of Personnel. He picked up this topic and was determined to give him a desperate advice.

"Why did Zhang Shizhong dare to go, why didn't Wang dare? I'm the only one today." Someone immediately agreed.

Just as gunpowder in the warehouse met open flames, the officials became angry. At this moment, a voice interrupted everyone's words: "Listen to me."

The officials looked up in shock. The person who came was Mu Tianbo, the Duke of Qian. Everyone immediately shut up. Not only was the Duke of Qian, but he was also respectful to the officials. In a vague way, the small court of the Southern Ming Dynasty who entered Myanmar had already regarded Duke of Qian, Mu Tianbo, as the leader, for nothing else, just because Emperor Yongli had already been scared and was not caring about others. Every day, he felt that there were Qing soldiers behind him to capture him. He thought that in order to board the ship to escape, Emperor Yongli actually pushed the Empress Dowager off the sampan. Therefore, after entering Myanmar, all matters were handled by Mu Tianbo, and everything was arranged and arranged correctly.

"This sacrifice to heaven is related to my fortune in the Ming Dynasty. No one can object. Where is the Minister of Taichang Temple?" Mu Tianbo's bright eyes swept around and said sternly.

An official came out of the crowd: "The emperor is here, what are the instructions for the prince?"

"You are the official in charge of sacrificial sacrifices, so why are you still doing here? Go and try your best to prepare." Mu Tianbo's tone eased a little.

"yes."

noon.

Zhu Jun, who was energetic, finally appeared at the entrance of the valley after arriving. His face was slightly red, and he entered the valley under the escort of eight soldiers. As a modern person, he never dreamed that he would use the method of a charlatan to win people's hearts today.

Emperor Yongli's reputation has been ruined. When countless people happily pushed him to the throne, countless people were disappointed by him. Zhu Jun had a deep feeling about this. Without Mu Tianbo's support, he might have become a lonely man. Everyone is loyal to the Ming Dynasty, not him.

Now he must determine his prestige, let everyone forget his past, give everyone a new understanding, and let everyone gather around him again.

In front of me was a table covered with Huang Ling, with smoke smog. A red carpet was laid on the ground. The smell of the incense and candles slowly melted in the air, allowing Zhu Jun, who was more than ten meters away, to smell it.

Zhu Jun stepped into the red carpet with a solemn expression, walked to the incense table, picked up the three incense prepared on the table and lit it on the candle, carefully raising them with both hands, and after praying three times to the sky, Zhu Jun began to recite the prayer.

"The Emperor is above, and the Ming Dynasty is suffering in this trouble..."

Zhu Jun recited a lot of dizzy thoughts, surrounding the people around him in a fog. Not to mention them, even Zhu Jun didn't know what he was reciting. These prayers were written by an old eunuch. The old eunuch lived to be 71 years old and entered the palace at the age of nine. At that time, it was during the Wanli period. In order to curry favor with Wanli, the eunuchs worked hard to study prayers, alchemy and other things, but they didn't expect that they could still come in handy after so many years.

He thought a lot of dizzyly, and Zhu Jun changed his tone and his voice became shrill: "Now my remaining ministers of the Ming Dynasty have cut off their food and grass. If God mercies me and still favors me, I will allocate some food and grass to help us overcome the difficulties. Otherwise, more than 9,000 of our monarchs and ministers will starve to death in a foreign land."

Everyone understood this sentence, it turned out that the food was going to be out of food! Everyone's face turned pale, and everyone was still in the dark. When Zhu Jun said it, they were shocked. They would starve to death without food. What's the use of worshiping the sky? Many people with weak will began to retreat. If they had known today, why would they follow this ridiculous emperor to the poor mountains and ridges? But now it's too late to regret it, so what should I do?

It turned out that everyone came to watch the sacrifice with the mentality of watching the fun, but at this time they also prayed that God could give some food to save their lives. At this time, they suddenly heard Zhu Jun exclaim, and everyone stared at him. Unfortunately, the incense table was filled with smoke and everyone was far away, so they couldn't see clearly what was going on.

Then I heard Zhu Jun's voice: "God cannot bear the destruction of the Ming Dynasty. I thank the people of the world for this rice seed. I will be free of worries with millions of subjects."

Everyone stretched their necks and looked at Zhu Jun's blurry figure, as if they were in a dream. Finally, they heard Zhu Jun shouting: "Come on, bury these rice seeds in the soil on the spot and let them guard them day and night. If green seedlings grow within seven days, please inform us immediately."

"Oh, God really gave the emperor rice seeds. Oh, it's a pity that the emperor doesn't know how to cultivate. With rice seeds, he has to plow the fields first and then apply some grass ash to finally sow the seeds. How can the rice seeds be buried directly in the soil?" Someone shook his head and sighed.

"What do you know? This is a rice seed given by God, which is naturally different from others. But what you said makes sense. You can grow grain by burying it in the wasteland at will. Is this still called rice seed?"

"Yes, even if you can cultivate on wasteland, how can you grow green seedlings in seven days? You need to know that the rice will ripen at least one month to grow green seedlings once a year."

On the wasteland, several soldiers dug dozens of small pits on the ground with hoes. Finally, they carefully took the rice seeds from Zhu Jun, scattered them into the pit one by one, and filled the soil under Zhu Jun's command to bury the pit.

Zhu Jun looked at all this with a little pride. Most of the rice in the late Ming Dynasty was ripe every year, and the harvest of one acre was about 200 kilograms. Compared to the five ripenings this year, the yield per acre was nearly 2,000 kilograms, which was ten times different. The valley was more than 30 miles in total. If all this new variety of rice was planted, it would be fine if it was raised for 200,000 to 300,000 people.

Although Zhu Jun felt strange this time, he gained a lot. Seven days later, Zhu Jun wanted everyone to know what it means to give the destiny to heaven and what it means to bless the Ming Dynasty.

But now, Zhu Jun glanced at him and saw the murderous gazes that were gathered together in front of the crowd, and he couldn't help but shivered.

It will be fine after seven days. Zhu Jun kept cheering himself up. He could imagine how these ministers would use to deal with him in the next seven days.

This is what Zhu Jun fears most, and this is the weapon that the ministers of the Ming Dynasty are the best at dealing with the emperor.

The ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky dissipated from people's worries. In Zhu Jun's eyes, this may be just a farce, but for the rise and fall of the Ming Dynasty, it was an important turning point. From then on, Emperor Yongli shrouded a sacred halo in the hearts of the remnants. Both officials and the people regained their confidence, and everyone was full of vitality because Zhu Jun drew a cake for them, allowing them to see hope.
Chapter completed!