Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the increasingly cold wind and rain outside the window.
The Qinhuai River flowed into the capital from the northwest outer city gates.
The irrigation of farmland involved shipping, so it had an extraordinary significance to the capital.
Therefore, the management of the Qinhuai River had always been the top priority of the Water Bureau. Every year, they spent hundreds of thousands of taels of silver on this.
Therefore, although there were occasional small disasters in the Qinhuai River, they never caused too much trouble.
At most, the surrounding farmhouses would be flooded.
Zhang Qing's courtyard was by the Qinhuai River, so it was normal for it to be affected.
"Little Taoist priest, you helped Da Ming to catch the corrupt officials and saved Biao Er, so you shouldn't live in that small courtyard.”
"The inner city is bustling, so I'll reward you with a house.”
"Jiang Meng, you have to settle this matter today.”
Zhu Yuanzhang did not take the rain to heart.
After all, they spent a lot of money every year. Dredging the flood and evacuating the people were things that the Water Bureau should be worried about.
"I'm not doing this for the mansion."
Zhang Qing was slightly stunned, but he did not decline. He coughed lightly and said,"Since it is difficult to refuse Your Majesty's kindness, then thank you for your kindness.”
"Little Taoist priest, you don't have to push me, okay?"
Zhu Yuanzhang stopped talking awkwardly.
He thought that Zhang Qing would decline.
When he gave the rewards to the officials, he would reject them several times before the other party 'reluctantly' accepted them with a face full of gratitude.
Shouldn't the little Taoist priest treat money like dirt?
Why did he agree so readily?
"I followed master and was used to being poor, but I couldn't afford a house in the inner city.”
Zhang Qing couldn't help but sigh when he mentioned Old Zhang.
Other than him, the other fortune-tellers couldn't use their skills to make money, because the money they got would be hot.
It would be fine if there was little money, but if there was too much money, it would lead to misfortune.
As for himself…Too many things had happened recently, so he had no time.
Zhang Qing wasn't an ascetic. It was naturally good to live in a better place and improve his life.
"Just like us, not pretentious." Zhu Yuanzhang also smiled in satisfaction.
He didn't just reward Zhang Qing with the mansion.
The inner city was closer to the Imperial Palace, so many things would be more convenient.
Moreover, he could also keep Zhang Qing within his line of sight at all times.
"Your Majesty, there is no need to arrange for maids in the residence. I can come here alone.”
"The location of the mansion should be secluded. Your Majesty, you also know that I'm prone to being struck by lightning.”
Zhang Qing bluntly made two requests.
He was not afraid that Old Zhu would plant spies around him. Old Zhu was a smart person and would not do that.
After all, he could observe fate. With just a glance, the other party's background and life would be revealed. It was impossible to hide it.
Zhu Biao was speechless.
Zhu Yuanzhang:
They had just witnessed being struck by lightning.
Previously, Zhu Yuanzhang had wanted to invite Zhang Qing to the Eastern Palace, but he had put it on hold because of this reason.
Staying by Zhang Qing's side was also a very dangerous thing. Although he didn't know why Zhang Qing wasn't afraid of the heavenly lightning, Zhu Biao's bad luck was enough.
It was hard to guarantee that he would not be struck to death by lightning.
Zhu Biao suddenly thought of something and said,"Imperial Father, isn't the Xue family's mansion just right for you?”
It had to be said that Xue Jia was very good at enjoying life, and he was also one of the wealthiest people in the capital.
The mansion was built like a manor, secluded and elegant. The environment was not much worse than the Imperial Residence.
"Then give the Xue Estate to the little Taoist priest. Other than the stolen silver, nothing else will be touched.”
Zhu Yuanzhang saw through Zhu Biao's thoughts at a glance.
How could he not understand the First Born's personality?
It seemed that Biao Er didn't just treat Zhang Qing as his savior, he even had the intention of becoming a confidant.
Otherwise, he would never have asked.
Of course, Old Zhu didn't care about such things. The value of Zhang Qing's existence couldn't be measured by a mere mansion.
Even if he wanted a hall in the Imperial Palace, Old Zhu would seriously consider it.
"I'll go back and pack my belongings."
Zhang Qing nodded and went downstairs with the horsetail whisk in his arms, walking into the rain.
"Little Taoist priest, umbrella!" Zhu Biao wanted to follow them out.
A miraculous scene happened.
He could vaguely see that Zhang Qing was not drenched in the heavy rain.
All the rainwater automatically avoided him from a few inches away.
Zhu Biao immediately stopped, knowing that his actions were unnecessary.
"Little Daoist's cultivation has improved again."
At some point in time, Old Zhu had also come downstairs with his hands behind his back. His eyes flickered as he looked at the back of the person who had left safely in the wind and rain.
How could a person who could become an emperor not have deep thoughts?
He vaguely felt that he had discovered Zhang Qing's cultivation method. Of course, Zhang Qing had never hidden anything from him.
Perhaps it was related to the Dragon Slaying Technique.
The so-called Dragon Slaying Technique was a technique that changed the fate of a country.
The first time, Zhang Qing's aura changed was after he saved Biao 'er.
This time, it was after the Xue family's flower boat case was exposed.
Who knew when the cultivation of the little Taoist priest would be enough to settle Biao 'er once and for all?
Just as he was thinking about this.
"Imperial Father, let's return to the palace."
"Since you've mentioned it, you should ask the Water Bureau to measure the water level of the Qinhuai River and evacuate the residents near the river.”
Zhu Biao opened the umbrella in his hand as he walked out.
Zhu Yuanzhang also walked under the umbrella.
Hmm?
Why was he wet?
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and raised his head. The corners of his mouth twitched.
This oil-paper umbrella was actually broken, and it was densely covered with holes. How could it withstand such a heavy downpour?
The father and son were drenched.
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