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

Chapter 12: Fighting without fighting, laying out the world
"Grandpa, do you have anything good for me?"

When the army arrived at Juyong Pass and set up camp, Zhu Zhanjun rejected the invitation to a banquet from Liu Sheng and the generals guarding the pass on the grounds that he was too tired. He ate something casually, washed up, and went back to his room to rest.

Letting Xiaohu guard outside the door, Zhu Zhanjun lay on the bed and entered the ranch space.

Putting the last dish on the table, Lao Zhu said unhappily, "You little bastard, you are not steady at all. I said I would give it to you, so why are you in such a hurry? Come, let's eat something first."

Zhu Zhanjun chuckled and sat on the other side of the table.

There were four dishes on the table, boiled corn, boiled sweet potato, fried potato with chili, and a baked potato.

Looking at the dish in front of him, Zhu Zhanjun's mouth twitched slightly.

It's such a waste to make such a good thing into such a terrible state.

After complaining in his heart, Zhu Zhanjun picked up a boiled corn and started eating it.

Looking at Zhu Zhanjun eating corn in big mouthfuls, Old Zhu showed a gratified smile. In his heart, a child who can eat is a good child.

Sitting opposite Zhu Zhanjun, Old Zhu took out the gourd hanging from his waist and poured two cups of homemade rice wine.

"Little bastard, tell me, do you want to be the emperor?"

Zhu Zhanjun, who was chewing corn, paused for a moment, swallowed the corn in his mouth, looked at Old Zhu in silence for a while before saying, "I want to."

Old Zhu nodded, took a sip from his wine, exhaled with satisfaction, picked up a baked potato, peeled it and whispered: "When we decided on the succession of the throne, we established the eldest son as the heir. Even though you are the second son, only one year behind the eldest son, but if you want to get the throne, the difficulty is easier than climbing to the sky."

Putting the peeled baked potatoes in the bowl in front of Zhu Zhanjun, Old Zhu took another one and continued, "Unless the eldest brother dies young, you, the second brother, will have a chance."

Zhu Zhanjun took the potato and ate it silently without interrupting Old Zhu's story.

His great-grandfather was a powerful man who rose from a beggar to emperor. He knew better than anyone how he could sit on the throne.

"During this period of time, based on what you have described about the current royal situation, we have planned a path for you, which will definitely lead you to becoming the emperor in the future."

The potato in Zhu Zhanjun's hand fell to the ground, and he stared blankly at Old Zhu opposite him.

Seeing this, Old Zhu laughed and jokingly asked, "Why? Don't you want to be the emperor anymore?"

Zhu Zhanjun quickly stood up and knelt in front of Old Zhu: "Please teach me, great grandfather. I swear to heaven that I will make the Ming Dynasty you founded shine forever and become the first country of Yanhuang, so that your reputation will surpass that of the First Emperor, Yao and Shun."

"Hahaha..." Old Zhu stood up with laughter and helped Zhu Zhanjun up.

"Good boy, we like enterprising guys like you."

Patting Zhu Zhanjun on the head, Old Zhu suddenly grinned, "You little bastard, just be thankful that your last name is Zhu. Otherwise, even if I risk being wiped out, I will strangle you, a guy who is harmful to the Ming Dynasty, to death."

Zhu Zhanjun chuckled, quickly helped Old Zhu sit back on the small stool, poured him a glass of rice wine and handed it to Old Zhu's mouth.

Old Zhu drank it in one gulp, and Zhu Zhanjun quickly ran behind him and patted his shoulders. He didn't think that as a landlord, there was anything wrong with massaging the shoulders and back of a farmhand.

Old Zhu closed his eyes in enjoyment and began to slowly talk about his arrangements.

"I can tell you responsibly that I definitely did not give your grandfather any good grandson dream. This is definitely your grandfather's own fantasy because he is crazy about the throne."

"Hum..."

Speaking of the old man, Lao Zhu snorted twice, "Let me tell you, you have to keep a seat here with your grandfather. I miss him so much."

Zhu Zhanjun was so happy when he heard Old Zhu's gnashing of teeth. He was looking forward to the scene when the old man came to the Space Ranch in the future and Old Zhu greeted him warmly.

"In your current situation, if you want to be the heir to the throne, you can't try too hard to show yourself. That will only make the situation worse."

Zhu Zhanjun asked doubtfully, "Is it not possible to prove my ability to Grandpa Huang?"

Old Zhu rolled his eyes at Zhu Zhanjun and said coldly, "Who would cherish something that is easily obtained?"

"We can tell you that if you climb up the ladder and send it over, that bastard Xiao Si and the imperial court will definitely be very happy at first, and they will even praise you profusely."

"But once time has passed, they get used to it. If one day you do something wrong, you will not get care and sympathy, but endless condemnation and resentment."

Zhu Zhanjun said thoughtfully: "A little bit of rice is a favor, a big bit of rice is a grudge."

Lao Zhu nodded: "That's about the same idea. What you need to do is to make them come to you for help, but you can't ask them to give you what they want, but you can't ask them to give you what they want."

"Give me a reasonable amount to maintain your important position in the court."

Zhu Zhanjun quickly took out a small notebook from his arms and lay on the table to write down what Old Zhu said.

Old Zhu nodded with satisfaction, and continued: "Of course, this is just your plan for your position in the court. If you want everyone to beg you to be the emperor in the future, you must grasp the fate of the world and let everyone in the world know that only when you become the emperor can they live a good life."

Zhu Zhanjun quickly asked, "Why?"

Old Zhu smiled and pointed to the potatoes, corn and sweet potatoes in front of him.

"After this batch of seeds matured, a new memory appeared in my brain. Can you guess what it is?"

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the food on the plate in front of him and said thoughtfully, "Food production is tied to the people of the world. Let all the people of the world understand that only I can bring them this high-yield food."

Old Zhu smiled with satisfaction, "That's right, I will tie you to the people of the world, and make it so that if you can't become emperor, all the people of the world will starve."

Without waiting for Zhu Zhanjun to ask, Old Zhu pointed to the land behind him and said, "When these crops mature, we will have another memory in our minds."

"These grains can be used as seeds. If you plant them outside and take good care of them, you can still get about 70% of the harvest, although it won't be as good as in this space."

"Little bastard, do you know how much food one acre of land can produce in reality?"

Zhu Zhanjun thought for a moment and replied, "For wheat, if God gives us a good harvest, we can get about 300 kilograms. If we encounter natural disasters or man-made disasters, we may not get a single grain, but at most we may get only about 100 kilograms."

Old Zhu shook his head. "You are still not very involved in farming. According to statistics from when I was in office, a good harvest would only yield about 200 kilograms. If God doesn't give you face, you are already lucky enough to be able to collect the seeds."

Zhu Zhanjun did not refute this.

When he came into this world, he lived with Empress Xu since he was a child and had never been exposed to farming.

Later, he came out and headed straight north. All this knowledge was only from the history in his memory and the information he got from communicating with the guards. It was normal to have deviations.

Old Zhu pointed to the fields behind him and said, "If you were an ordinary person outside and knew that the wheat seeds we sell can produce at least 700 kilograms per mu in a good year, would you plant it?"

"If the people of the world must ask for your seeds every year, and without your seeds, they have to go back to their old lives, who in the world would dare to touch you?"

Seeing Zhu Zhanjun's eyes becoming brighter and brighter, Old Zhu leaned close to his ear and said in a low voice: "The layout I give you can be summed up in twelve words: do not fight for the sake of fighting, control public opinion, and drive the water to chase the boat."

(End of this chapter)