Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Chapter 120 The majestic Emperor Yongle, you just let me go to grind?

In the palace in the middle of the night, although Zhu Yuanzhang kept saying that he wanted to delegate all the power to Zhu Biao, he was still checking Zhu Biao's memorial at this time.

Although Zhu Biao handled everything well, no matter how big or small, Zhu Yuanzhang still had to read it again.

After the huge country was brought down, he did not dare to relax at all, he worked hard, and only wanted the country to be stable and the world to be stable.

And while he was flipping through the playing books one after another, the Erhu in brocade clothes came to his side silently.

And submitted a memorial with both hands.

This memorandum was different from those submitted by other courtiers. He did not seal it, nor did he sign it.

If you don't open it, you may even think it's just an unused folder.

"This is?"

When Lao Zhu noticed the memorial that Erhu handed over, he frowned slightly and asked.

And took advantage of the situation.

"Today, King Yan took Chu Ze to Xu Shuai's mansion. It was sent by the dark guards of Jin Yiwei."

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had just received the memorial, paused slightly when he heard Er Hu mention the word Xu Shuai.

But then, he silently opened the memorial in his hand.

He only read halfway, and he closed the memorial book in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand heavily.

And the others stood up directly from their positions, and the expression on their faces gradually became complicated.

Xu Da is about to die.

This news was definitely an extremely heavy blow to Zhu Yuanzhang.

With Xu Da here, the morale of the Ming army can be stabilized.

And with Xu Da around, when Zhu Yuanzhang wants someone, he can grab it and use it at any time.

Even if hundreds of thousands of troops were handed over to Xu Da, he would not feel uneasy or panic.

Because Zhu Yuanzhang knew Xu Da very well, even if he could not win all the battles, at least he would not suffer a disastrous defeat.

It can be said that Xu Da is the sharpest sword in Zhu Yuanzhang's hands.

However. Now he has received news, and it is definite news.

Xu Da's life is not long.

"No, there should be a way to do this. Tiande can't just leave like this."

After getting up and pacing back and forth anxiously for a while, Zhu Yuanzhang found that he had nothing to do with the news that Xu Da was going to die soon.

Birth, aging, sickness and death cannot be changed by humans.

But when he thought of Xu Da who had walked through that hellish time with him, now it seemed that he was about to leave one step ahead of him.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but feel an inexplicable reluctance.

These are old folks!
And he's an old guy who never makes people worry.

"Chu Ze, Chu Ze, you really don't change your mind! Originally, you brought us such a little bit of good news. It turned out that it was only a little bit of effort, and you gave us another blow. Hey, you boy"

After pacing back and forth for a long time, Zhu Yuanzhang found that he had no choice but to sit back on his throne helplessly in the end.

Looking at the memorial book in his hand, his eyes were full of helplessness and helplessness.

Maybe at this time, the only thing he can do is to complain about Chu Ze.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang also knew that his complaints had almost no effect.

"Burn this playbook, as if it hadn't been delivered."

After Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, he casually handed Erhu the memorial that he hadn't finished reading.

As for the follow-up news, he no longer wants to know.

In other words, he didn't want to know anything.

Now, none of this matters.

After Erhu took the memorial book handed over by Zhu Yuanzhang, he turned around respectfully and retreated.

In the imperial study room, only Zhu Yuanzhang's slightly aged figure remained, sitting alone on the dragon chair that symbolized the throne of the emperor.

With the flickering of the lights, it seemed that he was a little older at this moment.

"This disease, that one is also a disease, from beginning to end. The most common disease is a disease! Damn it, God!"

early morning.

Amidst the bursts of birdsong, Chu Ze stretched comfortably under the blanket.

Although in the imperial court, he still held a post of chief bookkeeper.

But given his current particularity, no one would stipulate that he must go to work.

Even, it is impossible for Lao Zhu to let him really be a master bookkeeper, running around all day long.

In case this guy can't control his mouth and talks nonsense everywhere.

Then there will be more trouble.

Therefore, compared with other officials, they have to get up before dawn every day, and then they should deal with government affairs and go up to the court.

Chu Ze basically slept until he woke up naturally.

When he woke up, the other courtiers had already been busy for a long time.

After a simple wash, Chu Ze came to his front yard in good spirits.

After a lot of hard work by the recruited craftsmen, the area of ​​the small half of the front yard has been completely compacted, and floor tiles are laid on the ground, basically a small square can be completed.

As soon as he woke up, the Jin Yiwei who identified himself silently handed a list to Chu Ze.

After Chu Ze took it over and took a look, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Biao's work efficiency is good! After a night of sleep, Shi Mo delivered it to me. Not bad."

"Big brother, do me a little favor, help me get some plaster, it's white crystal stone, you know that?"

After Chu Ze read the list of materials sent by Zhu Biao, he remembered that he had promised to teach the two little guys.

Anyway, Lao Zhu and the others are busy now.

He himself has nothing to do for the time being, so he can just make preparations and teach his children lessons.

And this matter is not a trivial matter in Chu Ze's view.

It is still easy to teach Zhu Xiongying and Zhu Bo.

Chu Ze's purpose is to try to see if he can sow the seeds.

To promote the development of science and technology, at least the first spark must appear.

And now, he wanted to ignite the first sliver of flame.

But before that, he had to prepare himself.

It's no fun to be ignited by the flames at that time, and then extinguished with a backhand.

Jin Yiwei, who was asked by Chu Ze, after hearing Chu Ze's description, thought for a while, and finally nodded silently.

Gypsum, also known as 'white tiger'.

This is a traditional Chinese medicine, which can be seen in many pharmacies.

So he is no stranger.

"It's great that you know this thing, so you can help me get some, about...about ten catties."

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At first, I thought that Chu Ze asked for plaster for medicine, but when he heard that this guy asked for ten catties in one go.

The corner of Jin Yiwei's mouth twitched immediately.

This thing is not a common medicine..
Ten catties, where can he find so much
Although Chu Ze presented a difficult problem, he was arranged beside Chu Ze, basically to be his housekeeper, and to monitor and contact Chu Ze incidentally.

So after receiving Chu Ze's order, he turned around and left silently.

"The quality of this Jinyiwei is really scary. If it is not necessary, he basically doesn't say a word. I don't know if I think he is dumb."

"Emperor Hongwu is really awesome to be able to create such a monster."

Chu Ze looked at Jin Yiwei who silently turned and left, and he couldn't help shaking his head in amazement.

These guys are really scary, especially after getting to know these guys step by step, the more you know, the more you can understand their horror.

The person by your side who has been with you for several years or even ten years may appear to be your diehard loyalist, but in fact he may be the eyes and ears of Jin Yiwei.

You can't notice them on weekdays, but when they really work, you will find that these guys are almost everywhere and penetrate every hole!

"Forget it, forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway."

After thinking about it, Chu Ze shook his head indifferently.

Whether Jin Yiwei is scary or not, he is not afraid anyway.

In other words, he didn't intend to have a secret.

As long as he can say it, he is not afraid of being known, at least not afraid of being known by Zhu Yuanzhang.

After coming to the tidied front yard, Chu Ze called two of the workers who were still compacting the ground, and then asked the guards in the house to go to the warehouse to fetch some of the graphite sent by Zhu Biao. I prepared some fine clay and some soft wood and gum.

With these things in hand, the next step is to try to make a pencil.

The quill can be said to be just a turning point. In this era, if you want to read, there are basically several common problems.

One is that no one teaches, and there is no unified education model.

A big family will hire a husband or some celebrities to account for their heirs.

As for poor people, if they are lucky, they can go to private schools for a few days, which is considered good.

The second point is that the cost of learning is too high.

In this era when everyone is worried about food, pens, inks, papers and inkstones are no big deal for rich families.

But for ordinary people, this consumes a lot.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a luxury.

And the third is time-consuming.

It is true that the imperial examination now tests eight-legged essays.

Almost all the topics come from the Four Books and Five Classics, that's right.

But with the topic, you can’t just copy the content, can you?
If you want to write a good article, you have to read and memorize a lot of allusions and classics.

The cumbersome classical Chinese needs to be understood and comprehended.

This set can kill a person half-death.

Moreover, a huge amount of time is consumed. For an ordinary family, one population is one labor force.

You spend a lot of time practicing calligraphy, memorizing memorization, and understanding those classical Chinese.

For these families, the time spent on reading is a waste of labor.

And it doesn't necessarily pay off.

So Chu Ze's current plan is to change this situation step by step.

First of all, we have to change from the cost of learning.

He didn't just want to teach the prince, his purpose was to advance some progress.

Pencils, a relatively cheap school tool, are necessary.

Distribute the graphite, and let a few workers who came to help crush the graphite into powder, and then collect it.

After that, it is the screening and crushing of clay, and the carving of fine wood and so on.

These tasks are not cumbersome, and you can quickly master them after a little explanation.

And after all the raw materials are prepared, the rest is to reconcile the proportion.

Chu Ze knew that the ingredients of the pencil were graphite and clay, but he didn't know the proportion of each.

So what he can do is to keep trying.

When Jin Yiwei, who had gone out to arrange for someone to collect the plaster, came back, he saw Chu Ze who was leading a few people squatting on the ground and making mud.

And he, who was just here to report the work progress, was dragged by Chu Ze to experiment with the ratio of graphite to clay.

When the passing maids saw Chu Ze's situation, they couldn't help but stop and watch for a while, then covered their mouths and smiled and left.

"What are you doing? Don't tell me, you are planning to burn porcelain yourself"

Even the raw materials of the pencil lead after the ratio is adjusted, still need to wait for drying and firing.

Therefore, in order to save time, Chu Ze simply made pencil lead raw materials in various proportions at one time according to different proportions.

And he specially asked the master carpenter to make him a mold pressing plate.

The raw material of the pencil lead is pressed into a thin long strip.

After this set of procedures, the most tiring part is completed by the workers, but the follow-up cumbersome projects have to be slowly grinded by everyone.

Worked from morning till noon.

Chu Ze still hasn't finished.

After all, even if it is a sample, you can't just make one or two. It will be funny if there is a probability of failure.

When Zhu Di, who had nothing to do, came to look for Chu Ze, what he saw was Chu Ze, who was covered in black clothes and hands, and he was squatting on the ground playing with mud.

Zhu Di couldn't fix this scene directly.

"Yongle, you came just in time! Help me crush all the gypsum over there into powder, then mix it with water, and make it into a paste like dough."

"Over there, I asked the master to help me make a lot of molds. You help me fill the plaster paste into the molds and dry them in the shade."

"This will trouble you."

When Chu Ze saw Zhu Di who volunteered to be a free labor force, he was overjoyed for a while, his waist sore after a busy morning.

Without waiting for Zhu Di to speak, he immediately began to issue tasks to him.

After he finished speaking, he didn't care whether the other party agreed or not, and just went on with his own affairs, completely ignoring Zhu Di.

After Zhu Di heard Chu Ze's words, he froze in place.

"I you let me help you"

Zhu Di, who wanted to complain, was interrupted by Chu Ze before he could finish his sentence.

"Do you want to mix black mud, or press plaster? You can choose."

You can choose..
Then you should give me another choice!
If I really can choose. I want to choose not to come.

Zhu Di looked at the small stone mill not far away, and then at Chu Ze who was squatting on the ground with pitch-black hands.
He finally walked towards the small stone mill beside him.

The majestic King Yan of the Ming Dynasty, the original future Emperor Yongle!

At this time, he was treated as a donkey and was driven to the mill.
　Hehe, Jiageng is here and there will be a late-night chapter in the evening, but the author suggests, read it tomorrow.
　　By the way, ask for a monthly pass.. I have so little monthly pass!Don't you all feel sorry for me?
　　
　
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