Chapter 877 The Heaven's Angry

According to the calendar, it is just now that autumn has begun.But the weather in the capital does not seem to be much cooler than in midsummer.

Early in the morning, Zhu Gaoxu sat on the throne in Fengtian Gate and felt the heat, perhaps it was related to the neat clothes on his body.

Since the Imperial Gate was obeying the government, the ministers below put forward various suggestions, all about the recent disasters in various places.

In the past few days, the flooding memorial was reported from Jiangxi and Zhejiang; the coast of Fujian was hit by hurricanes, and houses collapsed and casualties of people and animals were immeasurable.This is a season of many events.

Jian Yi, Minister of Personnel, requested an order and wrote a report from the Ministry of Personnel to encourage officials from all over the country to cultivate virtue and abide by etiquette.

He also sent the censors to the Censorate Departments of Jiangxi, Zhejiang and Fujian provinces to supervise the review of case files of various prefectures and counties, and strictly investigate unjust cases to calm the anger of heaven.

Because Zhu Gaoxu has been very law-abiding and etiquette in the past two years, he has not been lazy in the morning court, the imperial gate, and the sacrifices. The ministers cannot advise Zhu Gaoxu to work diligently.

The Minister of Rites Hu Yi suggested: The imperial lecture has been suspended for three months, and this autumn is coming. I would like to prepare for all matters and reopen the imperial lecture.

Zhu Gaoxu sat there and immediately replied: Approve the report.

Hu Yi bowed again and said: For the autumn ceremony, I also asked the emperor to issue an order to prepare.The court respects the sincerity of heaven and is the first among officials and people in the world.

Zhu Gaoxu also agreed happily.

Originally, after the Yongle period, the ceremony of worshiping the world in spring, summer, autumn and winter has been combined into four, and has been changed to the first month of each year to sacrifice together, so the ritual system has been simplified.

But in the current situation, it seems that it is not impossible to hold another ceremony.

The emergency measures for the monarch and ministers of the court to deal with disasters are mainly to inspire subjects from a moral and spiritual perspective.Advocate the concepts of selecting talents and appointing talents, working diligently and loving the people, and try our best to create a clear and clear atmosphere in the court.

This is consistent with the ruling philosophy of ruling power and heavenly empowerment, the emperor is responsible to heaven, and civil and military is responsible to the emperor.

Therefore, Zhu Gaoxu did not rashly deny its role; although he believed that the etiquette and unjust cases were all irrelevant to natural disasters.

Otherwise what can I do?

With the mobilization efficiency and marching speed at this time, if the court sent troops or temporarily mobilized troops from local garrisons to rescue disasters, they might have been killed by the disaster victims who were buried by the collapse of the house and swept away by the flood.

The transportation speed of materials is slower now, and it is meaningless to transport materials to rescue disasters; the distance does not save fires from near water.

Only by relying on prefectures and counties in various places to temporarily issue license tickets to recruit local strong men and solve urgent needs nearby can we play some practical role.

So as officials in the central government of the court, they could only keep talking about morality and etiquette, and Zhu Gaoxu had no objection, and all agreed and accepted advice... Anyway, it was useless and there was no harm.

Fortunately, no one forced Zhu Gaoxu to issue an edict to punish him.

After all, the Ming Dynasty was vast and there were all kinds of disasters every year, without exception. One or two general disasters were not caused by the emperor's failure to cultivate moral politics.

It was not until the Imperial Gate ended that Zhu Gaoxu spoke up with his own meaning: The Hanlin Academy wrote an imperial edict to the officials of the Three Provincial Administration Commissioners to report the specific areas affected.The court should reduce and exempt the local food tax as appropriate.

The officials bowed and shouted, "The Lord is wise."

Zhu Gaoxu quickly left the throne above and walked out from the north of Fengtian Gate.He stood next to the white marble railing and suddenly turned around and asked Wang Gui: Did Wang Jinghong send memorials back?

It is obvious that the hurricanes suffered from the coast of Fujian came from the ocean, so Zhu Gaoxu was of course worried about the naval fleet.

What the navy fears most is hurricanes and storms. The past of the Yuan Dynasty's army's destruction of Japan cannot be forgotten by people in future generations.

Wang Gui bent down with the whisk in his arms and said, "I have not seen it yet when I say something to the emperor."After a while, I sent someone to ask the officials of the Tongzheng Department to count today's memorials to see if there is any news about the navy.

Zhu Gaoxu nodded and walked off the foundation.

He walked through the wide brick square in front of Fengtian Hall and left Wulou to Rouyi Hall. Zhu Gaoxu remained silent along the way, and his low mood was not hidden. After walking for a long time, he felt even hotter.

When he arrived at the gate of the main hall of Rouyi Hall, the eunuch Wang Guicai, who was accompanying him, whispered: Don’t worry too much, you have to breathe the dragon body.Wang Jinghong and others may not have encountered a hurricane.Even if it encounters it, the Ming Dynasty's sea ships are strong or have already been safe.

Zhu Gaoxu turned his head to look at him and couldn't help but say: I'm still blamed for this.

Wang Gui hurriedly bowed and said: Master, don’t think so!It’s God’s business that will come or not, who could have expected it?Previously, the emperor discussed military operations with the ministers, and the servants served the people many times, and they could understand.Qibutang said that the barbarian land in the south would start in the twelfth lunar month; and only in the Liang Dynasty could the official army fight.If we avoid sailing in summer and autumn, the government army will not be able to catch up with the cold season.

Zhu Gaoxu pondered for a moment, and finally said the thoughts in his heart happily: I will fight again at the end of next year.

After hearing this, Wang Gui stood there in a daze. He couldn't find the poem for a while and continued to comfort Zhu Gaoxu.

If you are cautious, the most secure way for the Navy is to avoid the storm-prone season this year, sail to places where you can shelter from the wind, such as Da Nang, and wait for next year's cool season before attacking.

In this way, the Ming Dynasty's official army can not only fight in the cold season in tropical areas, but also perfectly avoid the hurricane season.The only disadvantage of this strategy is that it takes too long.

A battle requires waiting on the road for a year first. Zhu Gaoxu did not consider such a procrastination method at that time.

Now he vaguely realized that he might be biased in his understanding.The vastness of the ocean strategy in space and time, compared with the current technical level, may not be what he imagined in his intuition.

However, he had a full understanding of the war and understood the far-reaching impact of a war; so what Chen Xuan said about why he had no chance of winning was deeply recognized by Zhu Gaoxu.

If the opportunity is inappropriate, you cannot be stingy with time, because if you lose the battle, the delay in time of strategy implementation will increase multiple times.

Zhu Gaoxu was unable to go to sea in person to replace the decision-making of the front officials, and he could not operate the warships in detail and avoid failure.

The only thing he can do is make rational decisions on a macroscopic basis.

But this time he obviously made some mistakes.

The emperor is too harsh on his own.Wang Gui could only say this and sighed with emotion.

Zhu Gaoxu didn't want to say much to him, because what he needed was not comfort, but to solve the problem effectively.

He walked into the main hall and sat on the chair north of the big table. He immediately saw a stack of memorials on the table.

He looked at the stickers on it locally and threw them on the table.

The originally neat table gradually became messy.

There was no news about the navy in a pile of memorials sent this morning.Zhu Gaoxu stopped and sat there frowned.

In addition to the messy memorials, there is also a globe on the big case.

This is something made by a wood factory, produced by the Ministry of Industry Wood Factory in the southwest corner of the Imperial City.

The workmanship of this thing is very fine, and even the curved wooden skeleton supporting the wooden balls are carved with dragon patterns, and the graphics on it are even more delicate and small.

However, the engraved map must be very inaccurate.

Part of the map is made from the chart records and personal modifications by Zhu Gaoxu, and part of it is completely supplemented by Zhu Gaoxu based on imagination, and there may be major errors in the latitude and longitude.

However, the rough outline shape of the sea road should not be a big problem.

There is a stack of books next to the globe, and the cover of the top book reads: Illustration of the Ming Dynasty Treasure Ship.

There is also a small character in the lower right corner, guarding the fake court of the Sinan Bureau.

In addition, there are some rolled drawings on the wooden table, all tied with red ropes.

Zhu Gaoxu looked at the things in front of him and paved the globe with his fingers, and the wooden ball turned.A faint fragrance of wood was emitted from the air.

Perhaps because he was worried about the big things that he was most concerned about, he was like a stone hanging in his chest. He was a little impetuous and could not calm down and did other things.

He finally stood up from his chair and walked outside the wide door of the main hall.

The eunuch Wang Gui followed up like a tail.

Zhu Gaoxu stood there, quietly watching the lush grass and woods outside the main hall.

The chirping of birds came from outside the palace wall. The green branches and leaves were almost motionless. There were only spotless brick floors and scattered new dead leaves lying on them, which made people feel a little bit of autumn.

There is no wind in the sky, the weather is clear and the air is fresh in the morning. It is really hard for people here to imagine the scene of the storm.

Wang Gui said carefully: Emperor, it’s still very hot this day.

Well... Zhu Gaoxu continued to look at the scenery outside and made a sound.

He seemed to be observing something with a concentration, his eyes were bright.

However, nothing will happen in this quiet and stable palace.

The glazed tiles with gentle sunshine on the sun are bright and beautiful, and the regular team of palace maids are walking slowly in the corridor at this time.

People who live here for a long time have almost no surprises or surprises.

Zhu Gaoxu was just imagining some empty artistic conception.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, remembered Wang Gui's topic just now, and responded casually, it was very stuffy.

Wang Gui hurriedly said: When the palace maids over there come, I will ask them to get some ice cubes.

Zhu Gaoxu didn't comment, and he didn't care about these trivial matters.

He just said thoughtfully: It may rain heavily.

After hearing this, Wang Gui raised his head and carefully observed the sky, and then seemed to fall into deep thought.

Zhu Gaoxu had returned to normal from his trance, so he turned around and walked into the hall.

Wang Gui suddenly woke up and hurriedly took a few steps towards the palace maids coming.