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Why do adults today lack the feeling of being grown-up?

One day, Yongzheng suddenly asked the guard Tuli Chen: "Do you have a legal wife? You must be thirty years old this year, right?" Tuli Chen hurriedly replied, "Your Majesty, I am thirty-two years old this year. I originally had a legal wife, but she died of a fever last year."
Yongzheng did not respond, extended his hand to warm himself by the fire, the cinnabar residue on his knuckles darkened by the steam. After a while, he casually grabbed the cold milk tea on the table, took a sip, and seemed to be talking to himself: "Fever... It was indeed hot in the capital last summer."
Tuli Chen remained bowed, only able to see the dragon pattern on the emperor's boot tip. He heard the sound of the teacup being set down, followed by the rustling of paper, but still waited for the words "kneel in peace".
After about ten breaths, Yongzheng suddenly asked, "Is there a child left at home?" His voice seemed to drift out from the memorial.
"Your Majesty, there is a little girl, only four years old, living with her grandmother in Tongzhou," Tuli Chen replied briefly, but added, "I have many duties, and I am afraid the child will be noisy, so I did not bring her into the city."
The emperor said, "Hmm," and did not ask further. He took out a memorial on Jiangnan water conservancy, scratched a line next to the words "embankment worker" with his fingernail, and then spoke again: "How much is your monthly salary?"
"Three taels of silver as regular pay, one shi of rice, and two taels of silver for seasonal duties," he answered quickly, as if he had memorized it.
After hearing this, Yongzheng closed the memorial and raised his hand to signal Tuli Chen to rise. As the guard stood straight, his legs felt numb, and he swayed slightly. The emperor noticed, moved the corner of his mouth, and surprisingly showed a hint of a smile: "After standing for nearly ten years, you still can’t kneel steady?"
Tuli Chen did not dare to respond and simply listened with his hands down. Yongzheng, however, changed the subject: "You know about the land by the Chaobai River in Tongzhou, right? Last year, the river works allocated two hundred hectares, originally said to be a reward for the soldiers.
The cabinet proposed a list, with forty hectares allocated to the Plain Yellow Banner. I remember your grandfather accompanied Prince Yu to Jiangnan; his name is on the list."
When the emperor said this, he paused and raised his eyes to stare at him: "Do you want to take ten mu, to leave some food land for your child?"
Tuli Chen was stunned, his lips moved, but he did not make a sound. Yongzheng was not in a hurry, extended his hand to warm by the fire, waiting for his response.
The guard finally knelt down, but not to express gratitude; instead, he knocked his head: "Your servant... Your servant cannot leave due to duty, and Tongzhou is too far, afraid that it will ruin Your Majesty's land."
The warm room fell silent again. After listening, Yongzheng was not angry, but instead laughed softly, his voice low and short: "You are indeed a straightforward person."
He casually pulled out a piece of plain paper, wrote a few lines, folded it into a square, and handed it over: "Take this to the Ministry of Internal Affairs, just say it was said by me, select some silt land closer to the city gate, five mu will be enough, don't delay your shift."
Tuli Chen took it with both hands, his knuckles turning white. The emperor added, "Bring the little girl back; she can't be without people at four years old. There is a small room behind the duty room, originally for the eunuchs to rest, you can borrow it to live in first, and vacate it in spring."
After finishing his words, Yongzheng waved his hand, signaling him to kneel in peace. Tuli Chen retreated to the threshold, suddenly hearing the emperor speak again from behind, his voice drifting out like from the memorial: "For those who have died, just burn some paper; for those who are alive, they need to eat."
He did not dare to turn around and simply responded with a "Yes," quickly exiting the warm room. The wind in the twelfth month whipped the snowflakes against his face, and he realized his back was already soaked.
The next day, the Ministry of Internal Affairs indeed allocated five mu of riverbank land next to the horse market outside the Right An Gate, with the land deed stating "Tuli Chen's daughter is in charge," rent-free for ten years. The small room behind the duty house was also vacated, the window paper newly pasted, and there was still half a bundle of firewood left in the stove.
On the day the four-year-old girl was brought into the city, she wore a big red cotton coat, which her grandmother had altered overnight. She clutched Tuli Chen's scabbard tightly, mumbling "Dad".
The guard squatted down, holding the child in his arms, realizing for the first time that the winter in the capital was not so cold.
Later, Tuli Chen continued to stand guard, still polishing the scabbard until it shone. However, when he returned home from the night shift, he would carefully tiptoe into the door, afraid of kicking the small wooden bowl on the ground.
Occasionally, his colleagues on duty would tease, "Guard Tuli, I heard you have received the imperial estate now, so you can be considered half a landlord." He would just smile and not argue, raising his hand to pour a bowl of milk tea for the other person.
In the spring of the seventh year of Yongzheng, Tuli Chen was promoted to a third-class guard for capturing a mad monk who intruded into the Longzong Gate, changing to wear the white pheasant feathers.
On the day of the promotion, he was still on duty in the Qianqing Palace; the emperor did not mention the land again, and he did not express gratitude. The two of them, separated by the red platform, one lowered his head to review the memorial, and the other stood at attention with his knife, as if the conversation from last year’s twelfth month had never happened.
Historical books do not record the tears of small people, nor do they remember the emperor's casual remark, "Those who are alive need to eat." However, the five mu of riverbank land did indeed grow wheat, and the little girl later married into the Plain Yellow Banner's cattle recording, giving birth to two sons and a daughter.
Tuli Chen lived to seventy-eight, and before he died, he sewed the land deed into a pouch against his skin, repeatedly muttering, "The emperor said to leave some food land for the child."
In front of the emperor, there were thirty breaths, with no grand decree or warning, just a casual conversation on a snowy day.
But it is these inconspicuous moments that allow the cold Forbidden City to occasionally reveal a hint of warmth, like the last ember in the fire pit, dimly glowing, illuminating the guard's scabbard and the cinnabar on the emperor's fingertips.

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