Old Zhu basically agrees with this view; he knows exactly what kind of personalities his descendants have.
Even though it may seem that Zhu Yuanzhang only cared about the eldest son of the legitimate wife, he actually cherished his descendants and was well aware of many things.
Old Zhu, holding the memorial, said, "You handle this matter yourself. We know what we're doing. After we talk to your Uncle Ning, we'll let you know. If you don't want to go during the agricultural sacrifice, we'll go instead. But we'll still have to be there to keep an eye on things."
Zhu Yunying said matter-of-factly, "Grandpa, you're looking down on us by saying that. When have we ever lacked such important matters? When Grandmother was alive, she led us in sowing seeds. When we grew up, our fathers pulled the plow while we sowed seeds. Now, it's our turn to pull the plow."
Old Zhu laughed and said proudly, "Even after you became emperor, we were still the ones holding the plow. Now it's much better; let Yin'er help you sow the seeds."
Zhu Yunying chuckled and said, "Him? When the time comes, he'll want to sit on the back of an ox. Grandfather, please don't let him climb on the ox's back again. Now that we think about it, it was when he was young that Grandfather took him back to his hometown, and that's how he developed the habit of wanting to ride an ox whenever he sees one."
Old Zhu left laughing, in high spirits. With an unwavering devotion to the land, he was happy to lead his descendants in the activities of worshipping the God of Agriculture; this was his enjoyment, perhaps a pleasure and pursuit ingrained in the very bones of the old farmer Zhu Chongba.
With some things arranged, Zhu Yunying naturally felt more at ease. Now, things were basically in order, and he felt more confident.
Let's keep busy. As emperor, there's a lot to do, and there's really no time to relax.
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
As Shen Changqing walked along the road, he would greet or nod to acquaintances he encountered.
But no matter who it is.
Everyone's face was expressionless, as if they were indifferent to everything.
In response to this.
Shen Changqing had already gotten used to it.
This is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization dedicated to maintaining the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main duty is to slay demons and monsters, though it also has other side hustles.
You could say that.
In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone's hands are stained with blood.
When a person has become accustomed to life and death, they will become indifferent to many things.
When Shen Changqing first arrived in this world, he was a little unaccustomed to it, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon Suppression Bureau is very large.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are either extremely powerful experts or have the potential to become experts.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter category.
The Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions: Guardian and Demon Exterminator.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts as a demon exorcist, the lowest rank.
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Then, through gradual promotion, one can eventually become a garrison commander.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon hunter in the Demon Suppression Division, the lowest-ranking demon hunter.
It possesses the memories of its predecessor.
He was also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a pavilion.
Unlike the other grim places in the Demon Suppression Division, this pavilion stands out like a crane among chickens, presenting a different kind of tranquility in the blood-soaked Demon Suppression Division.
The attic door was open at this time, and people occasionally went in and out.
Shen Changqing hesitated for only a moment before stepping inside.
Enter the attic.
The environment changed suddenly.
A whiff of ink mixed with a faint smell of blood wafted over, causing him to instinctively furrow his brow, but he quickly relaxed it.
The bloody smell emanating from everyone in the Demon Suppression Division was almost impossible to wash off.
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