Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 945 Stone Statue
"Tell me, after a hundred years from now, except for those who will be able to see the portrait of the founding emperor of me in the temple, who will know what I look like?"

"Besides, the Forbidden City is constantly being struck by water and lightning. If I accidentally burn the portrait, no one will know what I look like."

The emperor sighed.

It's even harder to respond to these words, Liu Afu can only smile awkwardly: "You have a long life, Fuze Enmian, God will definitely not be like this..."

"Go, find me a group of masons."

The emperor ordered casually.

After visiting the mausoleum, Zhu Yixi returned to Yuquan Villa.

As the saying goes, when you are full and warm, you think about lust, but there is an additional premise, that is, it is not hot.

Compared with the artificial cooling of the Forbidden City, the coolness of Yuquan Villa made the emperor linger.

But he did not forget the masons.

"According to my appearance, carve me a stone statue riding a horse."

Facing this group of chilling craftsmen, Zhu Yixi expressed his request.

"Stone statue?"

"That's right, a huge stone statue three feet high."

The emperor said seriously: "Even if it is a history book, it can only be solved by a fire, but a stone can withstand rain and wind and will not be destroyed for a thousand years."

"I want the kings of future generations and future subjects to remember my appearance."

Seeing this, the stonemasons could only agree one after another. After all, this request is not high.

It's a pity that they thought too beautifully, and the emperor asked them to carve more than that.

Liu Xiu has 28 generals in Yuntai, and Li Shimin has 24 statues of heroes in Lingyan Pavilion. He, Emperor Zhu, a traveler who rejuvenated the Ming Dynasty, must be impressive.

What is a portrait? He has a statue of a hero, which is eye-catching and long-lasting, and is not afraid of damage.

Of course, bronze statues and iron statues are fine, but if someone wants to exchange money or something, stones are heavy and useless, who wants to use them?

Just as he was watching his statue take shape with relish, he suddenly received a message from Anxi that the Russians asked to see him.

"Why are the Russians here again?"

Zhu Yixi frowned.

The Russians in the past few years were mainly for business, but what is this Russian for?
The emperor glanced at it, tilted his head and said, "What is his origin?"

"It's a count, I heard he came on the orders of the King of Russia—"

On the side, Wei Cheng, the admiral of the East Factory, was speaking in a low voice. His face was serious, like a blackboard.

But the emperor trusted him quite a lot.

Yang Le, the former admiral of the East Factory, went to Fengyang to serve as a left-behind eunuch for the elderly. Wei Cheng stood out among the eunuchs, which really shocked many people's jaws.

There is no way, Yang Le has seen this kind of flattery a lot, the emperor now likes this kind of stern and serious.

Although he is not as caring as Yang Le, he can do things.

"Oh? It seems that this time there is really something serious."

Compared with talking about building slaves before, it seems that it really takes a lot more seriously now.

"Tell me, what is the reason?"

Zhu Yixi asked with interest.

"The slaves guessed that the previous one was for building slaves, but now it should be the Bukhara Khanate."

Wei Cheng said cautiously, no tension could be seen on his black face: "The Tartars all say that the Russians are greedy and despicable, but they are able to catch them, so naturally they don't want to let this kind of land be taken by our country."

"That's right." The emperor showed a smile: "Perhaps in its heart, all the legacy of the Golden Horde should be inherited by Russia."

"If we do this, it's tantamount to directly picking up the rice in their pot."

"Let him in—"

Soon, Boris, who was dizzy and intoxicated in the palace, received the eunuch's order.

There are no eunuchs in Russia. After all, monogamy is a monogamous system. As long as a son is born, the queen can play casually regardless of the queen. Eunuchs are useless.

But the Golden Horde is a religion of peace, with multiple wives and multiple sons, and eunuchs are also common.

Of course, there were still eunuchs in Europe in the early days. When the technical level degraded, it might only be in the Holy See, but Russia must not have it.

"Dear Ming Emperor, Russian envoy Boris sends you his greetings—"

Kneeling on the knees, Russia, which has been separated from the Golden Horde for less than a hundred years, has no shame in kneeling on the knees.

"Get up!"

Only then did Bao Lili get up, and saw the emperor with a jade-like face.

At first glance, he felt that this person was not a real warrior. With such a short beard, how could he fight?

Look at that white and tender skin, he could take it off with one hand.

But he is still sensible, knowing that the person in front of him is the emperor of the most populous country in the world, he dare not be presumptuous in the slightest.

At this time, the emperor saw the Russian clearly.

A slender beard that almost reaches to the belly, green brown eyes, a tall and sharp nose that is necessary for air-conditioning, a wide face and a large forehead, a typical Russian appearance.

Of course, the Mongolian and Western gowns combined show its unique Russian atmosphere.

This is the real combination of East and West, and the complete Westernization of culture will have to wait until the time of Peter the Great.

"Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

Zhu Yixi said casually.

Boris was a little surprised by this tone, he thought he was going to go around like the Byzantine Empire or Western European countries!

"Your Majesty, we, the Tsar, hope to peacefully resolve the disputes on the Kipchak Grassland with your country."

Boris said seriously.

"Is the Bukhara Khanate a vassal of your country?"

Zhu Yixi snorted coldly, and said with disdain: "I'm afraid that the entire military force of your country is not as many as Bukhara!"

"What ability does the Raksha Kingdom have to talk to me about the Chincha Grassland?"

Boris was taken aback, and he raised his head. The interpreter beside him was already trembling with fright. Looking at the calm and pretentious face of Emperor Ming, Boris also felt scared.

If he was really going to be killed, the tsar who was thousands of miles away could only be in a hurry. His title would only be his younger brother's turn. Thinking of this, he couldn't help feeling sad.

That little boy has been coveting his sister-in-law all along, and this will give him his wish.

Seeing Boris trembling all over, with a stiff face, he didn't say anything, but the emperor lost his interest and said lazily:
"Just the frontier army, that is, the standing army, I have [-] people, and the whole country can recruit millions of people anytime, anywhere. What qualifications does Russia have to snatch the Kipchak grassland from me?"

"Tell your tsar that the Qincha grassland belongs to Ming Dynasty. If I find out that you are acting recklessly, I will cut off the trade."

"Your Majesty, I understand, I understand—"

Boris hurriedly patted his chest and nodded vigorously.

For Russia, the Chincha Grassland is fat that cannot be eaten with a knife, and trade is an immediate benefit that cannot be discarded.

After a meeting, the anticlimax is over.

In fact, if it wasn't for the distance, Zhu Yixi even wanted to wipe out Russia in advance.

But thousands of miles apart, it is too far away.

Unless he moved the capital to Yili, it would be impossible.

Suddenly, the emperor said: "Can you buy him?"

Wei Cheng, the admiral of Dongchang, twitched his black face. Of course he understood what the emperor meant. After hesitating for a while, he said decisively: "Raksha people seem to be greedy."

"According to the interpreter, this guy has been staring at things all the way, and he is planning to go to Beijing to do some shopping before returning to Rakshasa."

Zhu Yixi raised his eyebrows. He naturally understood the greed of the Russians, or it could be said that the whole of Europe was led by money at this time.

The king can invite people from other countries to serve, what is loyalty?
"Get in touch with him and ask him to find news about Russia and Europe for us. In addition, I will ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to form a caravan to do business in Rakshasa."

"When the time comes, you will send some people over there, while inquiring about news, while establishing a station, and you will have to stay permanently in the future."

Wei Cheng was caught off guard by the emperor's sudden thought, but he had no choice but to respond.

Zhu Yixi was half lying down, thinking a lot in her heart.

Today's news to Europe basically relies on missionaries and businessmen who ship for a year, but if you go through Russia, you can save half a year.

Moreover, it has always been the Europeans who came to Asia and to Ming Dynasty. It is time for Da Ming to appear in the eyes of Europeans.

Of course he knew that in the eyes of those missionaries, Daming was a country of civilization, an ideal country, but seeing is believing!
It is one way to go around from Beijing to Russia, and another way to go around from Russia to France.

At the same time, it would also be a good thing to be able to contact the Ottoman Empire, which dominates the Mediterranean Sea at this time.

Open your eyes and see the world in a real sense.

The land route is much safer than the sea route.

Boris left the palace, looking back, the huge palace was like a man-eating monster, ready to be swallowed up at any time.

"My God." Patting his hairy chest, Boris let out a long breath: "Your emperor is more majestic than the Pope."

Although the interpreter didn't understand what the pope was, he still nodded and said, "In Daming, the emperor is the biggest. Even the pope, a god in the sky, can't mess around, otherwise the incense will be cut off."

"My God—" Boris was startled.

"Yes, the God you mentioned also exists in Beijing. Without His Majesty's permission, even the church cannot be opened."

The interpreter said triumphantly: "Those priests also have to curry favor with the emperor!"

In the next few days, Boris saw the prosperity of Beijing.

There are street stalls and luxurious restaurants for eating, bathhouses for bathing, not to mention sleeping, even if he is a Rakshasa, as long as he pays, he will be accompanied by someone.

Eating and drinking can be solved on the street.

The capital city of millions of people is bustling with people, and there are all kinds of dialects.

Boris wandered among all kinds of commodities and couldn't extricate himself.

Only then did he know that there is such a prosperous land under the sky, but unfortunately, even though he is an earl, his money bag is not rich.

Just then, a person approached him...

……

When Beijing is hot and dry, the entire shore of Lake Baikal is in a rare time of lush flowers and grasses. A large number of cattle and sheep are exiled, and rice grows vigorously. It can be said that it is thriving.

However, in Fengjing City, the safe haven of the Qing Dynasty, it was not peaceful at this time.

Living here for more than ten years, through trade with the Russians, necessary materials have been supplied, such as salt, tea, etc., which has made Fengjing gradually prosperous.

The Manchus produced furs, and the Russians exchanged them with salt and other materials, thus establishing a simple and practical trade line.

Commonly known as the mink trade.

A large amount of land has been reclaimed to maintain food; the expedition to the Mobei grassland has resulted in no shortage of cattle and sheep.

After having enough food and clothing, enjoyment is on the agenda.

A large number of palaces and houses were built, which also meant the loss of logs.

Then, the vast Siberia was brought into view, and the Qing Dynasty had to establish a large number of logging areas to harvest logs.

The demand for interests led the Qing Dynasty to cross Lake Baikal and go directly to Central Siberia.

It was only at this time that they discovered that after searching carefully, there was iron ore, which made them ecstatic.

Although the time of mining is affected by the weather, it makes its weapons self-sufficient, and even has spare capacity for the production of agricultural tools.

As a result, villages and small towns were built adjacent to forests and mines to serve the entire Fengjing.

Everything is so prosperous.

The peace was so long that a large number of Manchu nobles forgot about the war, and the new generation of nobles also had no impression of the Liaodong region.

It seemed like they were supposed to be here.

"Dingkou in Fengjing City has exceeded 30."

Riding in the carriage, Shunzhi closed his eyes and rested his mind. Suddenly he opened his eyes, lifted a corner of the curtain, looked at the bustling street, and couldn't help sighing.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Tang Ruowang, who was getting old, was still by his side at this time, and he said with emotion: "Even in Shengjing, there were not so many people."

"But you don't need to worry. Fengjing Prefecture has a lot of land. Even if it is grown once a year, it can supply the entire Qing Dynasty."

Shunzhi grinned, but said nothing.

At this time, he didn't have the expression of later generations, but his worries didn't decrease much.

Once he brought the entire Manchu ethnic group to Lake Baikal to survive.

Conquering the Buryat Mongols and the Chechen Khan at the same time, the population of the Qing Dynasty exceeded one million.

But now, with the extension of peace time, the generation that was once brave and good at fighting has already died of illness or died.
At this time, Shunzhi felt the pain of talent withering, and felt the same for Zhuge Liang.

There are more than a million people, no matter how carefully selected they are, the gap in the level of governance is too great.

This is not a talent, but a problem of vision and mind.

This cannot be cultivated in Fengjing.

"Grandpa, it's here—"

The carriage stopped, and a team of guards broke into the mansion directly to control it.

Accompanied by Tang Ruowang, Shunzhi entered the Hong Mansion.

As soon as he entered the yard, he smelled a strong smell of medicine.

"Your Majesty—" A group of visiting people knelt down one after another.

"Get up!" Shunzhi waved his hand, and the people who appeared in front of him were all civil servants. Although the Eight Banners nobles accounted for less than [-]%, most of them were high-level officials.

At this time, on the sick bed, Hong Chengchou had become thin like a shadow. On his shriveled cheeks, his cheekbones were protruding, and his eyes were huge, which made people feel a little intimidated.

"Your Majesty—" Hong Chengchou's eyes lit up when he saw Shunzhi coming, and he immediately opened his hoarse throat.

"Mr. Hong!" Shunzhi quickly sat down, his face full of concern: "How are you doing? The court can't do without you!"

"Doctor, you have to use 120 hearts for Mr. Hong."

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent, thanks to Your Majesty's trust as always..."

(End of this chapter)