Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 106: The hoe is well used, and the old man can also knock down the wall (please subscribe)
It is definitely impossible to ask Old Xia to resign. In the old man's mind, anyone in the six ministries can be missing, except Xia Yuanji.

After much persuasion, Old Xia was finally persuaded to stay temporarily.

The old man did not dare to mention increasing the production of weapons, for fear of irritating Old Xia again, so he asked Zhu Zhanjun to write a charter first, and he would find a way to deal with it later.

After finishing breakfast, the old man coughed and said:
"This year, Fengyang was hit by a severe flood. Although the imperial court invested a lot in the management, it was ultimately a drop in the bucket."

"That is the ancestral land of my Zhu family. Our ancestors are buried there. I am extremely worried about the disaster that happened in my hometown."

"Therefore, I intend to send a royal person to Fengyang Prefecture to carry out unified governance and management, and strive to quickly restore Fengyang Prefecture. To comfort the spirits of our ancestors in heaven and to reassure the people of Fengyang."

When everyone heard the old man's suggestion, they subconsciously looked at Zhu Gaoxu, who was sitting next to the old man and still eating with his head down.

It is common knowledge that after this Prince of Han caused a scene, His Majesty stripped him of his title of prince, and that his entire family would go to Fengyang to reflect on their mistakes after the new year.

When the old man made this suggestion today, many people felt a little strange.

I thought the old man loved his second son and wanted to give him a chance to go to Fengyang and make some achievements, and then restore his title of king.

Zhu Gaoxu, who was already eating his third plate of buns, felt everyone's gazes and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

When the old man said that just now, he thought the same as everyone else, thinking that the old man regretted his words and wanted to apologize to his son in this way.

Throwing away the half-eaten bun in his hand, Zhu Gaoxu wiped his mouth and was about to stand up to receive orders.

"Zhanjun, are you willing to take this on?"

However, the name the old man called out surprised everyone.

Zhu Gaoxu, who had already stood up halfway, suddenly froze and stared at Zhu Zhanjun, who had already stood up, with a grim expression.

Why is it this brat again!
Zhu Gaoxu now feels that the second son of the eldest family is a bit unlucky towards him.

This kid has only been back for a few days, and he's already been humiliated and bullied everywhere.

He would have endured it for the sake of the throne, but this little bastard didn't play according to the rules. He just played a pair of eights, and the opponent directly threw a royal bomb, blowing his chance and hope into thin air.

"Fengyang is the ancestral land of our family. Now that our ancestral land is suffering, I, your grandson, will naturally not turn back."

The old man explained it last night. He has already informed the six ministers, and everyone has chosen to agree.

Lao Zhu analyzed the reasons very clearly.

They are the bosses of the six ministries. Except for Xia Yuanji, whom Zhu Zhanjun had entrusted, all of them want Zhu Zhanjun to leave Nanjing, the central place, and stop stealing Zhu Zhanji's limelight, so as to ensure the stable inheritance of the national foundation.

Their idea was simple. They wanted to send Zhu Zhanjun to Fengyang and wait until he reached the age to find an opportunity to ask the old man to confer the title of king on him.

In this way, a lot of pressure on Zhu Zhanji can be relieved.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the other ministers: "What do you think?"

Jian Yi was the first to stand up and bowed, saying, "Your Highness the Second Imperial Grandson is extremely intelligent and understands military tactics. I believe he will be able to govern Fengyang in an orderly manner."

Zhao Xian also stood up and bowed in secondment.

Those who were called by the old man today all have a certain status in the court. Only a few people who can get to this position are fools.

As soon as a few big guys stood up, they figured it out.

More and more people stood up to express their support after secretly glancing at Zhu Zhanji, who was standing behind the old man with an expressionless face.

Even when the old man mentioned that he planned to let Zhu Zhanjun coordinate all military and political affairs of Fengyang Prefecture, and transfer military households from various garrisons to strengthen the manpower of Fengyang Prefecture, he gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Alas, little bastard, it is we who have ruined you. If we had known this would happen, we would not have decided on the eldest son's succession."

Looking at the scene where all the ministers seconded the motion, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but sigh.

Zhu Biao, who was standing by, consoled him: "Dad, in fact, you had no choice at the beginning. If you don't set a hard rule, who knows what kind of chaos the future generations will be in."

Hearing this, Old Zhu glanced at Zhu Qizhen, who was drying peppercorns on the lawn with Empress Ma, and snorted coldly, "If I had known they were all this kind of people, I would have let them fight to the death."

Zhu Biao smiled and said nothing more.

To be honest, not to mention his father, even he is now skeptical about this system.

His son is such a mess, and Zhu Zhanji's son is also such a mess.

There are only a few generations of emperors, and who knows how many weird things will appear in the future.

Zhu Biao didn’t even dare to think about it. If there were a few more emperors like him in the future, how many years could the Ming Dynasty last?
It was impossible for Zhu Zhanjun to go to Fengyang Prefecture alone, and the court needed to arrange a regent. In fact, to put it bluntly, this person was the one who watched Zhu Zhanjun from messing around.

"Zhanjun, who do you want to go with you?"

The old man didn't ask for any recommendation and planned to let Zhu Zhanjun make his own choice.

As soon as these words were spoken, many officials' faces changed.

The emperor mentioned the candidates at this time, intending to let the second grandson choose one from among them.

Accompanying the emperor's grandson to assist in government affairs, he seems to have a noble status and has unlimited possibilities in the future.

If it was the eldest grandson, many people would be willing, but it’s hard to say if it was the second grandson.

Compared to following an imperial grandson with an uncertain future, they felt that staying in the capital and enduring it slowly might give them a better chance of advancement.

When Zhu Zhanjun looked over, many officials simply lowered their heads and expressed their thoughts.

Zhu Zhanjun simply glanced over these opportunists, his eyes swept over the six ministers, and paused at Xia Yuanji's face.

"That won't work." Seeing Zhu Zhanjun's eyes stop on Xia Yuanji, the old man immediately refused.

He was counting on Xia Yuanji. If Old Xia passed away, who would provide him with equipment and food, and who would raise money for the logistics construction of the Ming Dynasty?

Zhu Zhanjun pretended to look at the old man with resentment, then looked at Xia Yuanji reluctantly. Finally, his gaze stopped on a person, walked up to him and bowed.

"Mr. Yang, are you willing to go to Fengyang with me?"

When everyone looked, they saw Zhu Zhanjun standing in front of Yang Rong, the Right Instructor of the Eastern Palace and the Right Junior Son of Heaven.

This person is a smart and decisive person. When the old man stepped into Jinling, it was this person who reminded him to pay homage to the Xiaoling Mausoleum first and then come back to do other things.

Among the three Yangs in the future, he is the best at making decisions, and he is the one who makes decisions on many important matters.

Zhu Zhanjun chose Yang Rong not only because he was a real talent, but more importantly, he had no time to care about him.

Last year, the other party's father passed away. A few days after he took leave, he was called back by the old man. His mother should also pass away due to illness at the end of this year.

The old man did not let the other party go back because the Northern Expedition was imminent and historically it was in Peking.

If Zhu Zhanjun brought the other person with him, if the other person wanted to ask for leave, he would definitely approve it.

My parents passed away one after another. If I don’t observe filial piety for two or three years, I will not be worthy of my parents’ kindness in raising me.

When the other party came back, Zhu Zhanjun had already deployed his troops in Fengyang. Even if the other party could see anything, it was too late.

"This……"

Yang Rong was a little hesitant. It was not that he was unwilling, but he didn't know whether His Majesty would release the person.

Zhu Zhanjun turned to look at the old man: "Grandpa, you asked me to choose this person, you won't be reluctant to let him go, right?"

The old man was really reluctant, but he had already said it. Zhu Zhanjun had made meritorious services several times but had not been rewarded for various reasons. This time he finally found a candidate he liked, so the old man naturally would not cruelly refuse again.

"Yang Rong, go back and hand over the things you are doing. After the New Year, accompany Zhan Jun to Fengyang Prefecture. When Zhan Jun is more stable and older, I will transfer you back."

"By the way, when you have nothing to do, please help me teach this child."

He also told Zhu Zhanjun: "Qing Yang is a pillar of the court and is well-educated. You must learn from him."

Since the old man had said so, Yang Rong naturally would not refuse, and he clasped his hands together and said, "I accept your order."

Zhu Zhanjun also nodded in agreement.

In order to prevent any changes later, the old man wrote an imperial edict on the spot, and several ministers signed and stamped it. The old man stamped the imperial seal and the Ming Dynasty seal, and the matter was completely settled.

Zhu Zhanjun breathed a sigh of relief after taking the imperial edict handed over by the old man.

He finally had a piece of land of his own.

Although Fengyang Prefecture has various shortcomings, one has to admit that the vast plain area is really eye-catching.

As long as the flood is well controlled, the unleashed production capacity of Fengyang Prefecture will definitely shock the entire Ming Dynasty.

(End of this chapter)