The whole village of Anle Village is doing something treacherous.

The firewood under the valley illuminated the surrounding mountains and forests. The swaying firelight emitted pieces of sparkling light in the gurgling stream.

Some villagers accidentally dropped the bluestones on the ground while carrying them to the oil pool.

A crisp sound.

The waist-thick bluestone that could be used to protect the river embankment was completely shattered.

Li Zhicheng's face was tense, and he opened his mouth and shouted at the two people several times.

But being far away, Sun Cheng on the mountainside couldn't hear what the other party was shouting.

But when I think about it, they are all unpleasant words to reprimand people.

"My subordinates believe that things in Anle Village will definitely not be that simple."

Beside Sun Cheng, a subordinate of Beizhen Fusi squatted behind a tree, spoke in a low voice, and stared dimly at the people of Anle Village who were still destroying bluestones down the mountain.

Sun Cheng nodded.

You don't need to think about this to know that there must be a big secret behind Anle Village.

Judging from the techniques used by the people in Anle Village, they are all experienced hands. In the past, they may have only used this method so that the bluestones could be replaced frequently and Anle Village could have a stable income.

But it involves things on the river.

This is a crime of decapitation, and people in Anle Village cannot be unaware of it.

Now that the river is built and the Yellow River is stable, will there really be no one in Anle Village to buy bluestones?

it's out of the question.

Between earning more money and food or risking a possible beheading, anyone who is not a fool knows how to choose.

Is it the Jin gentry from Henan Prefecture, or the White Lotus Sect who showed their hands and feet in Zhongdu this time.

This is a question that Sun Cheng is thinking deeply about now.

"Go back, send the message out, and wait for His Highness's instructions."

Sun Cheng took one last look at the villagers of Anle Village in the valley, with a look of disdain on his face, and turned around to give a faint order.

Wanting to live a better life does not serve as an excuse for them to plot evil, create chaos in the country, or even engage in rebellion.

What's more, this was less than thirty years after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, so these people had no reason to do these things.

No matter what the reasons are for Anle Village.

Sun Cheng always believed that these people should be severely punished.

Violence is always the last resort, not the first choice. The new policy of the imperial court has just been implemented and is in the process of being implemented in local governments and counties.

Anyone who tries to create chaos will become the enemy of the larger number of people who yearn for a better life.

There is no room left in Anle Village, and it is impossible to survive this crime alive.

Your Highness needs a model, and the imperial court also needs to use Anle Village to give the world a warning.

After giving instructions to go down the mountain, Sun Cheng walked behind everyone, his eyes dimly thinking about the outcome that Anle Village might eventually face.

When the group of them quietly returned to the courtyard behind the Anle Village ancestral hall, the stalker who had been knocked down earlier was still sleeping soundly in his original position.

…

And in the distant Yingtian City.

The capital is always so lively. Before dawn, people will get up and be busy with the new day. Only late at night will they sleep peacefully with a tired but satisfied mood.

When the three hundred and sixty-five morning bells sounded throughout Yingtian City from Zhongshan Mountain, Jilong Mountain, Xiaowutai Mountain, Qingliang Mountain and other places, the people in the city slowly woke up.

In the imperial city area in the east of the city, Chang'an Right Gate and Xi'an Gate are always the busiest places.

The memorials gathered by the officials living in the city and the general envoys will enter the imperial city from the right gate of Chang'an.

Xi'an Gate is the passage for many feudal ministers and military aircraft from all over the country to present their important reports directly into the palace.

There is a court meeting today.

It is held at Fengtian Gate in front of Fengtian Hall.

In addition to the officials in Beijing, the meeting was chaired by Emperor Hongwu, who had not attended court meetings for a long time, and assisted by the Crown Prince Zhu Biao, who had been presiding over court meetings recently.

Zhu Gaochi, the eldest son of Prince Yan of the Ming Dynasty and head of the tax office, was wearing the robe of the prince. Now he has transformed into a somewhat muscular body, which perfectly supports the robe of the prince.

When walking around, he looks impressive and majestic.

He went to the tax office early in the morning, compiled yesterday's summary, and summarized the recent official affairs of the tax office.

Afterwards, Zhu Gaochi led people out of the tax office.

After leaving the tax office, there was a six-section corridor next to the six-section corridor. The person in charge had just left the official office.

Pass through Youshun Gate, and in front of you is the square between Meridian Gate and Fengtian Gate.

Nei Wulong Bridge spans the Jinshui River.

Zhu Gaochi was a clan relative and was also the head of the tax office. No matter where he started, he could cross the Nei Wulong Bridge and attend the court meeting near the Fengtian Gate.

As for the other people from the tax office, they were all left on the south side of Nei Wulong Bridge.

After crossing Neiwulong Bridge, we found our place.

Zhu Gaochi saw a big, dark smiling face under the Fengtian Sect, gesticulating vigorously at him.

He coughed lightly, looked at the shameless Zhu Shangbing who was about to catch up with Yingtian City Wall, and signaled him to pay attention to his royal dignity.

Captain Crying Whip began to crack his whip under the Fengtian Gate.

It is not a normal thing for anyone to be obsessed with the emperor's visit to the court meeting between the two emperor's great-grandsons all day long.

The figures of the emperor and the crown prince have appeared behind Fengtian Gate.

Zhu Gaochi took a glance and then looked at the three remaining cabinet ministers in Beijing.

Ren Hengtai, Xie Jin, Xu Yungong.

After them, came the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty.

As for what will happen in today's meeting, it has already been decided after the cabinet meeting.

"Resolution on the Unwavering Determination to Follow the Road of Hongwu's New Deal"

Zhu Gaochi was very sure that this was the topic of today's meeting.

Now that the New Deal has been implemented for almost a year, there needs to be an open discussion within the imperial court to identify problems, solve problems, explore new directions, and develop new thinking.

certainly.

Zhu Gaochi was very doubtful as to what method his affable imperial grandfather would choose to use to solve the problem if a problem arose.

During this time, there were many unfamiliar faces in the capital.

Every evening, Zhu Gaochi would climb to the wall of Xi'an Gate and look at the entire Yingtian City.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Under the light of the setting sun, he only felt more and more fog rising in front of his eyes.

Behind him, in the imperial city, an Emperor's Sword was preparing to attack, using its incomparable sword energy to split the dense fog that enveloped it.

Now the whole situation of the DPRK has become increasingly clear.

Although the New Deal will encounter a lot of overt or covert resistance, it is precisely because the imperial court is implementing the New Deal that it can more clearly see the direction in which everyone in the world is moving.

Behind the Fengtian Gate, those two familiar figures pulled Zhu Gaochi out of his thoughts.

The supervisory censors of the Taiyuan Yuan began to shout, correcting the officials' demeanor at the last moment.

Sun Gou'er, the chief steward of the inner palace, quickly arrived at the two chairs that had been placed under the Fengtian Gate.

"The emperor has arrived."

"The Crown Prince has arrived."

The two most majestic men in the empire appeared under Fengtian Sect.

All officials, both civil and military, and members of the clan, all waved their robes and knelt on the ground.

"Long live your Majesty."

"The prince is a thousand years old."

The officials acted in unison, and the ministers knelt down in front of Fengtian Gate.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not sit down immediately, but held the chair with one hand and put his hand on his waist, looking at the courtiers in front of Fengtian Gate.

The old man has decided to figure out who to operate on again.

Zhu Gaochi, who was standing below, was thinking in his mind and couldn't help but turn around and glance at the civil and military officials on the ground.

Sun Gouer faithfully performed his duties as the most complete eunuch in the Ming Dynasty.

"Every official has his own right to play."

As soon as he opened his mouth, it meant that today's court meeting had entered into the main topic.
To be continued...