"Imperial grandfather, have a bowl of porridge! "

In the middle of the bedchamber, Zhu Yunzhang held a bowl of fragrant and sticky, glossy porridge and smiled.

Another few days have passed, Zhu Yuanzhang's color is getting better and better, the old man not only completely not coughing, the face is also rosy, but also able to go out from time to time to walk a few laps.

In these days, Zhu Yunzhang sleeps directly outside Zhu Yuanzhang's bedchamber, unclothed and cared for. Whether it is the ministers in the court, or Zhu Yuanzhang those harem consorts, are all exchanging praises.

During the day, Zhu Yunzhang outside the bedchamber outside to meet the ministers, deal with political affairs, Zhu Yuanzhang from time to time out of the words to mention.

At night, the master and the two will tell jokes, and then each sleep.

Zhu Yuanzhang took a disgusted look at the porridge and frowned on the dragon bed, "Every day it's this stuff, can you change it? "

"Your body is still not well now, the doctor said you can't eat too much oil, it has to be light! " Zhu Yunzhang blew a breath and fed Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Don't eat, no flavor at all! " Zhu Yuanzhang twisted his head, "at least give some savory ah! "

Old boy, old boy, Zhu Yuanzhang at the moment is no different from an old man in a normal family who is in a mood.

Zhu Yunzhang helpless, to the outside said, "Take it in! "

The palace men outside bowed their heads and carefully brought in the savory dishes before going out again with their heads bowed.

These palace people are grateful to Zhu Yun Yun in their hearts, the emperor is bad-tempered, especially in these years, more irritable. In the bedchamber, I don't know how many palace men were directly caned to death because of their ineffective service.

These days with King Wu here, the old emperor is in a happy mood and the palace people don't have to be scared.

"Under the heavens, I have never heard of any emperor who likes to eat pickles! "Zhu Yun Yun laughed, cut into thin julienne, with sesame oil sesame vinegar soy sauce mixed with shredded mustard greens, put in the water bubble.

"Under the sky, which emperor like your grandfather I come from such a low background, what's wrong with pickles? Pickles are good things! "Said Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly shouted," big Sun, what are you doing? That pickles soak in water, sesame oil are soaked down, the flavor is gone! The flavor is gone!"

Zhu Yuanzhang like this, can not help but make Zhu Yunzhang remember the last life, his own in the hospital bed, the grandfather who want to drink wine.

Tossed the salted vegetables in the porridge and sent it over with a spoon, "Fragrant oil is too greasy, and you need to eat less of it now too. Old master, be obedient and eat! "

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and swallowed the food, then laughed again, "Damn, no one dared to control us all our lives, but in our old age, we are controlled by our grandchildren, haha! Haha!"

"In a few years, it will be your grandson and your grandchildren who will be in charge of you." Zhu Yunzhang continued! " Zhu Yunzhang continued to feed, laughing.

Zhu Yuanzhang slightly stunned, and then laughed, "You kid now daughter-in-law are no longer, but also said to give us a great grandson? "Said, up and down looked at Zhu Yunzhang two eyes, "is a man, stubble are out. Grandpa ah, should give you say daughter-in-law! "

"Then you give my grandson a good pick! " Zhu Yun Yun laughed.

"You say, want what kind? "Once said grandson's marriage, Zhu Yuanzhang came to the spirit, laughed.

"Marry a wife to marry a virtuous man!" Zhu Yunzhang continued to feed him, "Grandson doesn't want any national colors, he just wants one with a heart like grandmother and mother, who can live a good life, with a kind and generous nature."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, this said to his heart.

There are many good-looking concubines in the harem, but in his eyes, the daughter-in-law must be a woman who can live a good life, who can love people, and who is a good hand inside and outside.

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At this time, the yellow dog came over to report, "Your Majesty, Fu Youwen, Minister of the Ministry of households, Wu Zhiyu and other ministers to see! "

"Pass! " Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.

A few moments later, the Shangshu and Servant-General in charge of Daming's finances, as well as the Doji Department's Langzhong and other officials came in.

"Your Majesty! "

"Subjects and others see His Highness, the King of Wu! "

"Get up! " Zhu Yun put down the bowl and smiled, "Give them seats!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The palace men then brought small round stools, and the ministers sat down next to half of their asses.

At this time, the monarchs and ministers did not seem to be like the Qing Dynasty a few hundred years later, where they were always ten thousand years old, or if not, the ministers should die or something like that.

"Your Majesty ........"

Fu Youwen, the Minister of the Household, just opened his mouth, Zhu Yuanzhang interrupted him and pointed to Zhu Yunzhang, "He is the Supervisor, talk to him. We are sick and uncomfortable right now!"

Fu Youwen smiled sarcastically, "Your Highness King Wu, the first batch of stamps have been printed, please take a look!" As his words fell, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue behind him bowed slightly and handed over a hard copy of the zhang.

Flipping it straight open, the first generation of stamps of Daming pasted on the cardboard case inside still carried the scent of ink.

The stamps were the size of a cigarette box, and four large characters were written on one stamp, Daming Post. The characters were not pretty, but they were strong and powerful, and were printed using Zhu Yuanzhang's handwriting as a model.

"Look, Imperial Grandfather!" Zhu Yunzhang said with a smile.

Zhu Yuanzhang also turned slightly sideways, only to see that the stamp was beautifully printed.

Half a palm size, surrounded by jagged edges, under the four big golden characters of Da Ming Post, is the hidden five-clawed golden dragon, and the edges are also vaguely stamped with a red seal. At the same time in order to prevent counterfeiting, stamps are also engraved on some of the mark of the Household Department of the Great Ming Dynasty, as well as the year.

The stamps of this era can be made into this, has been exquisite enough.

Zhu Yun Yun heartily praised the stamp, the traditional landscape painting layer by layer rendering of the painting method and printing and mounting technology, which was embodied to the fullest.

"Good looking!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded, then asked, "We write this, how much does it cost to make one?"

"Back to your majesty, your royal pen as a model stamp, the first batch of only one thousand printed, each cost seven silver ....."

"What?" Zhu Yuanzhang almost jumped down from the bed and said angrily, "How much is a bucket of rice for the common people, and it costs you seven cents to make a piece of paper?"

"Imperial grandfather rest your anger!" Zhu Yunyun hurriedly persuaded.

"This is your imperial stamp printing to be exquisite, of course it costs money!" Zhu Yun Yun said with a smile, "However, although the cost is seven dollars of silver, but the selling price is also high ah!"

"How much is this one?" Zhu Yuanzhang stared at Fu Youwen and asked.

The latter lowered his head and whispered, "Thirty ..... Three taels?"

"Small family!" Zhu Yun spoke, "This is the imperial pen model stamp of the founding emperor of the Great Ming, buy back as a family heirloom thing, how can thirty taels work, one hundred taels!"

"One hundred taels?" Zhu Yuanzhang was also startled, "Da Sun, it's too much! The yearly salary of a second grade officer is only a hundred taels!"

"Not much, not much!" Zhu Yunzhang laughed, "Imperial grandfather, we're losing money selling a hundred taels!"

Such stamps who would not want to use to send letters, the emperor handwritten to buy back to hate for up, and antiques and paintings, as the same as the generation to pass on.

Subsequently, and turn over the stamped zhangfang, behind the contemporary calligrapher, Liu Sango handwritten for the model stamps, blue background on the Great Wall, written on the world post four big words.

"This is the handwriting of Liu Bachelor, pricing on twenty two! "Zhu Yunyun clapped the board, laughed.

Next, are those ordinary stamps that sell for two dollars, the printing is relatively rough. Others are merchant tickets, cargo tickets and other tickets, dozens of different kinds of tickets.

The change of the post station to government and private postal service has been announced to the world, and the first in Yingtianfu will be implemented soon. These days although Zhu Yunyun did not go out of the palace, but also know that this can be said to have caused a sensation in the people.

In the post stations outside of Yingtianfu, every day there were merchants and people going to inquire.

"When will the sale take place? " Zhu Yunyun asked as he closed the book full of stamps.

"I came to ask His Majesty and His Highness King Wu to decide! " Fu Youwen returned.

"Royal Grandfather, this is the first time that the heavens have opened up, so you should set a date! " Zhu Yunzhang laughed.

Zhu Yuanzhang thought about it, "Today is July 28th, let's pick the first day of August, auspicious! "

"I follow the order! "

The ministers, are talking, the door of the bedchamber, yellow dog child holding something wrapped in yellow cloth came in.

"What things? "Zhu Yuanzhang asked.

"Back to your majesty, these days you body is sick, the crown princess and Huai Wang in the Buddha Hall day and night chanting, hand-written filial piety sutra. "Said the yellow doggy slowly came forward and handed it over.

"Heh! These two are really not dead! " Zhu Yunyun said in his heart, "I'm only afraid that it will backfire! "

Hearing that it was the Scripture of Filial Piety, Zhu Yuanzhang's face softened a few points.

But after lifting the yellow cloth, he suddenly burst into a rage.

"This is written in blood? Zhu Yuanzhang threw the scripture on the ground, "The body is a parent, what kind of filial piety is it to mutilate the body?" "