On February 25, 1496, the weather was slightly cold, but the weather was bright in early spring.

At this moment, the ancient city of Beijing was surrounded by a joyful atmosphere. The people gathered from all directions to the road where the Emperor of Ming Dynasty went to the imperial village Jitian, waiting for Zhu Youzhang to pass through to witness the emperor's appearance.

Just after Chen Shi, Zhu Youzhang, wearing a winged crown, a yellow robe and a chariot, led all civil and military officials out of the palace gate and passed through the imperial road to Xiannongtan.

As soon as the chariot stopped, Zhu Youzhang walked out of the chariot, and under the guidance of the ritual officer, headed straight to the Fufu Hall to change clothes, put on the robes and crowns, and led all civil and military officials to the Xiannong altar. At this time, drums and music sounded, and Zhu Youzhang ended the ceremony of worshiping Xiannong amid the music.

After the sacrifice, Zhu Youzhang went to the Fufu Hall again, and changed the yellow robe and wing crown he wore when he was farming, and walked out of the Fufu Hall. Zhu You? As soon as he issued the Fufu Hall, the commander and the Taichang Temple Minister had already been waiting there. When he saw the emperor coming out, he hurriedly walked up to invite Zhu Youzhang to the Jitian.

So Zhu Youzhang followed the commander and the Taichang Temple Minister to Jitian and stood facing south in a pre-arranged position. At this time, the officials who came with Zhu Youzhang also stood as required.

After everything was ready, Zhu Youzhang took the farming tool of farmland from the Ministry of Revenue officials with his right hand, and took the whip from the Shuntian Prefecture officials with his left hand. Then he raised the whip with his left hand, held the thru with his right hand, and pushed the thru three times forward.

After the push, Zhu Youzhang handed over the plow to the officials of the Ministry of Revenue and the whip to the officials of Shuntian Prefecture. After the handover, Zhu Youzhang returned to his original position. When the emperor had just stood up, the prefect walked forward and sowed the seeds he brought into the land that Xiaozong had cultivated.

According to the regulations formulated by the Ministry of Rites, after Zhu You and the three dukes were promoted to the plows, the three dukes wanted five, and the nine ministers wanted nine. So Taibao, Zhou Shou, Hou of Qingyun, Chen Huan, Hou of Taining, Gu Pu, Hou of Zhenyuan, Wang Yuan, Wang Yuan, Liu Ji, Minister of the Minister of Personnel, Wang Shu, Minister of Personnel, Yu Zijun, Minister of War, Xu Pu, and others held the plows in turn.

Zhu Youzhi was sitting in front of the wardrobe hall and watching the farming platform. Seeing the huge scene of Ji Tian, ​​although he was still worried about his eyebrows, he still smiled with relief.

After the ceremony of farming and landings for all officials was completed, Zhu You walked into the court again and met with the officers, soldiers, gentlemen and farmers from Shuntian Prefecture in turn, and ordered thirty farmers to complete the uncultivated landings. At this time, the ceremony of farming and landings for farming was officially over.

After a while, the official of the Honglu Temple announced: "After the farming is completed, the ceremony should be celebrated."

So Zhu Youzhang ordered Shangshen to have a banquet for all officials, so that officials above the third rank and above sat on the top, officials below the fourth rank and below sat in the audience, and the gentleman of Shuntian Prefecture sat next to the Xiannong altar.

After the banquet ended, the Ministry of Revenue, Xiaozong of Ming Dynasty, instructed the Ministry of Revenue to reward each of the thirty farmers with a piece of cloth. Then, Zhu Youzhe returned to the palace along with the sound of gongs and drums.

Zhu Youzhang had just returned to the Forbidden City and was not worried about attending the banquet to entertain the ministers. He hurriedly ordered the eunuch to rush to Cining Palace first. Zhu Youzhang, who was sitting on the chariot, looked anxious. While urging him to leave quickly, he turned to a eunuch who had just come to report the news and asked: "Li Guang, tell me quickly, how is the second prince's condition? Has his condition improved?"

Li Guang looked bitter and said in a trembling voice: "Report to the emperor, the second prince's condition may not be very good. The imperial physician said that he had a high fever, his throat was white, and he had difficulty breathing. If this continues, the imperial physician said that he might..."

"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense. My son will definitely be able to escape danger."

Hearing this, Zhu Youting's face turned red and she glared at Li Guang fiercely, and her expression became even more serious. Seeing that she was getting closer to Cining Palace, suddenly, Queen Zhang shouted in the hall: "Wei'er, wake up quickly! Why are you leaving Wei Niang..."

Hearing his wife's cry, Zhu Youzhang felt like he was struck by lightning. He shivered all over and almost fell off the chariot. Suddenly, Zhu Youzhang collapsed on the chariot, his eyes turned red, and he choked and shouted: "Hurry, my son..."

Just as everyone was sad, a loud bang in the clear sky suddenly roared, and a thunder flashed across the sunny day. It was perfectly slapped on the tiles on the roof of Cining Palace. A large hole was instantly broken on the roof, and the gravel tiles collapsed all over the ground...

...

Lightning was connected with lightning, and the sea rolled up huge waves five or six stories high like anger. A white sailboat was undulating in the top of the wave. The huge waves swept across the stern from the bow and washed the cabin cleanly. A unyielding body in the cockpit was holding the steering wheel steadily, fighting hard against the strong wind and waves.

In the waves, the figure almost shouted at the top of his throat: "Come on! God of Thieves. Even if I am the only one left, this little storm wants to defeat me, don't think so! Come on! God of Thieves, I, Zhu Wei, will never surrender and will never give up."

This roar of all strength seemed so weak in the huge waves and the strong wind. But even the strong winds and waves could not suppress the person's overwhelming fighting spirit. This man who called himself Zhu Wei was once a famous private entrepreneur in China.

Ten years ago, his wife, who was in harmony with each other, suffered misfortune in an air crash, which hit him hard and made him feel that life had lost its meaning.

After losing his wife, Zhu Wei was tired of working hard in the business world. He stepped down and handed over the company to his son and daughter-in-law to take care of it, and lived alone in seclusion.

In order to help him, his filial son invited his old friend, Chairman Cao of the China Sailing Association. Zhu Wei followed Lao Cao several times to relax, but it turned out to be out of control. Zhu Wei became deeply fascinated by sailing.

Over the past ten years, he has been constantly learning and practicing, growing from a rookie to a qualified captain. He once asked two others about driving a sailboat and successfully re-traveled the Maritime Silk Road. This time he was sailing around the world. He did not expect such a change during his return journey.

Although Zhu Wei is 68 years old this year, he is nearly 70 years old. However, his experience in serving in the army and his years of good living habits, coupled with his persistent exercise and maintenance, he is still strong and strong. Although his hair is gray, he looks like a middle-aged man who has just passed his fifties.

In the second half of the night tonight, when he woke up from his sleep, he found a storm blew from the sea, so he left his bedroom. It was normal to encounter a storm at sea, but strangely, he was the only one left on the sailboat that his son spent a lot of money to honor him! The other eight crew members were missing.

He searched every corner and could not see any signs of falling into the sea. These eight people disappeared out of thin air, without any trace. It was too weird!

Zhu Wei was puzzled, but he didn't even bother to think about this, because at this moment, the sea was stormy, thunder and lightning, and the weather became even worse.

It seemed like a leaf fell into the washing machine. This three-masted sailboat, which was more than 500 tons, was thrown around by high waves, and could be overturned at any time.

The dark sky seemed to be dancing with demons. Lightning struck the sea, and the jagged lightning instantly illuminated the dark sea surface.

After the flash, Zhu Wei's eyes were covered in white. At this time, he felt something was getting worse. All the communication equipment had no signal, the radio was so quiet that it was terrible, and in the maritime weather forecasts in the past two days, there was never a hurricane passing by here.

In the huge waves, he struggled to press the rudder wheel and drove the ship toward the top of the waves. Another huge wave surged high, and as the huge waves rose, the sailboat that pierced into the waves was lifted high on the top of the waves by the huge waves.

Zhu Wei pressed the steering wheel tightly and turned desperately, hoping that the sailboat would pass by the hull sideways and slide down the slope like a slide to avoid being pressed into the bottom of the waves by the huge waves.

The sailboat chuckled, and the deck seemed overwhelmed in the storm. With his efforts, the sharp bow of the boat slowly but tenaciously turned the direction, and once again climbed up the high straits against the waves.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a palpitation suddenly surged into Zhu Wei's heart. Before he could explore, a huge lightning bolt slashed on the sailboat on the top of the wave.

In an instant, the entire sailboat was wrapped in a blue light ball and became bright. Then the shadow of the sailboat became fainter and fainter. It seemed that the high temperature of tens of thousands of degrees evaporated the sailboat into a molecular state. A sailboat of more than 500 tons completely disappeared in this world, leaving no trace.

...

I don’t know how long it took, but in the hazy, Zhu Wei, who heard someone calling, woke up from a coma. He tried hard to open his eyes, and a dignified and beautiful face appeared in front of him.

The master of the face looked at him with tears in his eyes, crying and calling: "Wei'er, Wei'er, you've finally woken up, scared to death..."

“Where is this…”

Zhu Wei opened his mouth to speak, but made a baby cry. At this moment, he suddenly realized that his body had become a small baby, held tightly in the arms of a woman.
Chapter completed!