Preface to Daming Pavilion

I'm so happy 🤭

It feels like directing and acting is muddying the waters.

Pseudo-historical TV, Homo sapiens TV

Is it getting cold? It's a pity, it's rare for someone to tell the truth, although I feel a bit literary

The Ming clan was still knocked off Mount Buzhou by Li Zicheng and fell to the divine throne. Nurhachi, the liberator of the five continents, is still in the Yongle ceremony. I will fight with you Mi Ming fans.

I just remembered it today and wanted to see how it goes. I didn't expect that I sent it directly and also directed and acted on Douyin.

Fellow · Cold Night Policy🤓 When Wu Yunchuan was led into the side hall by the servant, Zhu Chongan had prepared hot tea and was waiting. The tea smoke curls up, filling the room with misery. "Master Zhu." Wu Yunchuan bowed deeply and kept his posture very low, "The official came to the door rashly, sorry for disturbing you." "Dr. Wu is polite." Zhu Chongan raised his hand to support him, "Please sit down." The two of them sat down separately. The boy served new tea and gently closed the door when he left. Zhu Chongan picked up the tea cup and rubbed the warm porcelain wall with his fingertips, while he was making rapid calculations in his mind. Today in the court, he was just a small seventh-rank official standing at the end of the line. When Zhu Di asked for advice, he only said a few indifferent words. Why was he targeted by the Songjiang Wu family? Wu Yunchuan got straight to the point: "Your Majesty's response at the court meeting today was seen by all the subordinates." "Oh?" Zhu Chongan raised his eyebrows. "Your Majesty asked about the strategy of the 'Fang Xiaoru Nine Tribes'. The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty either talked about benevolence and righteousness, or used the old stories. Only the memorial of your Majesty caught the eyes of the Holy Lord." Wu Yunchuan's eyes were glaring, "Others heard it perfunctory, but when the lower officials listened, it was true insight." Zhu Chongan was moved in his heart. It's not that I don't want to say more, but I don't dare - a scumbag time traveler who can't even understand calculus rashly throws out "sweet potato promotion", "greenhouse cultivation" and "water conservancy improvement", that is the way to death. But Wu Yunchuan actually tasted something from there? "Dr. Wu is overrated." Zhu Chongan said lightly, "It's just common sense." "Common sense?" Wu Yunchuan smiled, "How many people in this civil and military dynasty have such 'common sense'? Do you know, sir, that the rice in Songjiang Prefecture matured a full half month later than in previous years?" Zhu Chongan's fingers paused. "Xiaguan's family has three thousand acres of farmland, and the old housekeeper who was in charge of the accounts was still muttering last month that the weather was getting worse every year." Wu Yunchuan lowered his voice, "My father asked me to ask your Excellency - will it get colder today?" The hall suddenly became quiet. The wind outside the window swept over the eaves, making a slight whimper. On the night of July 17th, there was already the chill of late autumn. Zhu Chongan looked at the leaves floating in the tea cup and was silent for a long time. He knew how long the little glacier would last. For more than two hundred years, throughout the entire Ming Dynasty, until it reached its peak in the late Ming Dynasty, snow fell even in the south of the Five Ridges, food harvests failed, refugees spread everywhere, and foreign invaders entered the country... But he could not say these words. "Dr. Wu," Zhu Chong'an said slowly, "do you believe in celestial warnings?" Wu Yunchuan was stunned, then shook his head: "I don't believe in prophecies when it comes to governing the world and applying it." "That's good." Zhu Chongan put down the tea cup, "Today, it will indeed get colder. Not in one year or two, but in ten or twenty years, or even a hundred years." Wu Yunchuan's expression suddenly changed. It was not that he had never heard similar statements before, but this was the first time that a young official said it so confidently. "Do you have proof, sir?" "Evidence?" Zhu Chongan smiled bitterly, "If I said what I got from watching the stars at night, would you believe it?" Wu Yunchuan opened his mouth, but finally shook his head. "That's right." Zhu Chongan stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the dark night in the courtyard, "There is no evidence, so it cannot be submitted to the memorial or made public. If you tell me, you will only be regarded as a madman, or you will be deceived by people." "The Lord means..." "Prepare yourself." Zhu Chongan turned around, and the moonlight fell on the side of his face, outlining a heaviness that was inconsistent with his age. "The Wu family is a wealthy family in Songjiang, with rich fields and plenty of money and food. Go back and tell your father to store more grain, a variety of cold-resistant crops, build water conservancy projects, and build warehouses. Do as much as you can, and don't make any noise." Wu Yunchuan suddenly stood up: "Your Excellency, you mean that this matter... Must not be known to the court?" "It's not that it's unknown, it's that we can't tell." Zhu Chongan shook his head, "You and I both know who His Majesty is. He wants someone who can come up with a solution, not someone who just shouts, 'The sky is going to change.' Before the solution is found, talking too much will be a disaster." Wu Yunchuan was stunned in place. He originally thought that this young Master Zhu was just lucky enough to fall into His Majesty's eyes. But after talking to him today, he realized that this man's depth and far-reaching thinking were far beyond those of his peers. "Your Majesty has learned a lesson." Wu Yunchuan bowed deeply again, "I will convey the truth to my father." "There is one more thing." Zhu Chongan suddenly said. "Sir, please speak." "Are there any merchants from Nanyang over Songjiang?" Wu Yunchuan thought for a while: "Yes, there are. There are often Buddhists and Nanyang natives coming and going over Shibosi... What are you looking for, sir?" Zhu Chongan pondered for a moment and spit out three words: "Sweet potato seeds." "Sweet potatoes?" Wu Yunchuan looked confused, "What is that?" "A kind of Nanyang crop (is it from Nanyang, right?), It is drought-resistant and cold-resistant, has extremely high yield, and the stems and leaves can be eaten." Zhu Chongan spoke very slowly, as if he was recalling something, "If you can find it, bring a few back and try planting them quietly. Remember, the lower the profile, the better." This is the safest first step he can think of. Without a system or black technology, all he could do as a scumbag was to rely on the vague historical knowledge in his mind to pave the way bit by bit. It has been a cold winter in Xiaoglaihe for more than two hundred years. He alone cannot warm the entire Ming Dynasty, but at least he can let himself and the people around him survive first. Although Wu Yunchuan was puzzled, he still nodded solemnly: "The official has written it down." After a few more gossips, Wu Yunchuan stood up and left. Zhu Chongan walked to the second door and watched his figure disappear into the night before turning back to the hospital. Shen Zhiwei was standing in the corridor waiting for him, with a thin blanket wrapped around him. "Husband, it's getting cold." She stepped forward and put the thin blanket on Zhu Chongan's shoulders, "Is Mr. Wu gone?" "Gone." "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?" Zhu Chongan held her hand, her fingertips were cold. "It's hard to say." He looked at the dark night sky and whispered, "But this cold winter has just begun." (She probably didn't know about the Little Ice Age, at least I didn't see it written that she heard about the Little Ice Age, she just heard about it from the sidelines) Shen Zhiwei looked up following his gaze. The night sky in July is sparse with stars, and a waning moon hangs in the sky, deserted. She didn't know why Dao Daofeng was always worried, and she didn't know what the phrase "cold winter" meant. She just leaned lightly on his shoulder and said warmly: "No matter how cold it is, Zhiwei will always be with my husband." Zhu Chongan looked down at her, and the panic and powerlessness in his heart suddenly faded a bit. Yes, he has no system, no golden fingers, and he can't even do calculus. But he still has time. In the seventh year of Yongle, there are still two hundred years to go before the peak of Little Glacier. Two hundred years is enough to do a lot of things. (But can you do it?) Fan description: This is the plot of Wu Yunchuan's visit at the end of Chapter 14. It continues the core setting of "Zhu Chongan's unsystematic time travel", but it does not reveal the problems of the Little Glacier. It describes Zhu Chongan's first contact with the Wu family in Songjiang, and the story of how he began to secretly plan to deal with the Little Ice Age. Emm... It can be regarded as retaining the character of the protagonist "a scumbag time traveler" and his cautious and tolerant behavior style. PS: The novels I usually write are all modern ones, so it may be a little awkward. I was also a little stiff when writing this stuff, especially Shen Zhiwei. Nowadays, when writing names with homonyms, I always use "Wei", although later the input method recognized the name Shen Zhiwei.