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

Chapter 143 Our Ming Dynasty is dead! (Subscribe)

There are numerous statues, densely packed and endless.

But for Zhu Zhanjun, there were actually not many people to choose from.

He is currently short of talented people under his command, and the farmhands need not only to come and farm, but also to assist him in other matters.

During his discussion with Lao Zhu, they determined the scope of personnel to be selected.

A candidate who can bring practical benefits to Zhu Zhanjun and the current Ming Dynasty, or someone who can meet development needs.

The Emperor Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of Han, and Emperor Taizong of Tang were indeed very powerful, but they were of no use to the current Ming Dynasty.

In terms of political decision-making, the assistance of Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Biao, Zhang Baigui, and the actual ministers was more than enough.

When it comes to fighting, the old man is still strong and energetic, and he should have no problem fighting for another 10 years.

Even if he gets old in the later period, Zhu Zhanjun can easily take over.

What the Ming Dynasty lacked was a foundation for development, a strong industrial system, and a route for outward expansion.

After discussion among several people, two aspects were decided.

One is the North, and the other is self-development.

In the north, we mainly target nomadic peoples. If we can find someone who understands them, it will be very easy to fight them.

The candidates in this regard are undoubtedly Genghis Khan and others.

They are the ancestors of the Mongols and Yuan Dynasty, and they are the heroes who have lived on the grassland all their lives. They know the situation of the grassland best.

The Mongol westward expedition reached Europe. They had a complete route, and their presence would provide great convenience for the Ming Dynasty's opening up of the grasslands and future westward expeditions.

With the development of industry, there is almost no need to choose the candidate, the braid at the back is the most suitable.

Although they were closed off from the outside world and did not strive for progress, the civilization they came into contact with, even if it was just a small part, was not comparable to that of previous dynasties.

If you are lucky, you can get talents in the Westernization Movement and have corresponding reference materials on the industrial base of the Ming Dynasty.

Although Zhu Zhanjun had a very clear memory, he was not omniscient and omnipotent, and he only had a partial understanding of some things.

If there were talents in Westernization who joined, they could directly make up for his shortcomings.

While walking among the statues, he looked up at the lotus in the sky, whose light was getting dimmer and dimmer, to determine the time.

"It has braids, I don't know it."

"The Mongols look too plump and don't look like they could endure hardship. They must have entered the Central Plains later."

Zhu Zhanjun walked among the statues without stopping, looking at each statue from the corresponding era.

Most of them leave immediately after taking one look.

There was no way. He really didn't know him and couldn't be sure who this person was or whether he could connect him with the corresponding talent.

What if he turns out to be an incompetent waste, and after you bring him over, his blood relatives and relationships are also wastes, then this opportunity will be a complete waste.

"what!"

When passing by a statue of a man wearing a large straw hat and imperial robes, Zhu Zhanjun suddenly stopped.

This statue also has a braid behind it and is wearing the imperial robes of the Qing Dynasty.

The face is made of stone like other statues, but the only difference is that this stone statue's face is covered with dense dots.

"He is wearing an imperial robe, a wild boar skin, and has pockmarks on his face. Could it be..."

Zhu Zhanjun's eyes lit up. He raised his hand and touched his forehead. A lotus seal flew out and was imprinted on the statue in front of him.

"It's just you."

The scene in front of my eyes flickered, and the statue was swept by a colorful light. The color of the stone on its body slowly dissipated and turned into normal flesh color.

Just as things were about to return to normal, the two people flashed and disappeared into this mysterious space.

When I looked more clearly, I had already appeared in a small courtyard.

"came back."

Old Zhu and others who were waiting at the door saw the door suddenly open and saw Zhu Zhanjun and a guy in strange clothes standing in the yard.

Old Zhu greeted them and led the three of them in, looking at the new guy with curiosity.

"This person doesn't look like someone from the Central Plains, but why is he wearing the emperor's crown and robes?"

Zhu Biao surrounded the new guy, looked at his clothes, and asked Lao Zhu and others in confusion.

"They don't look like Mongols." Queen Ma frowned and said, "But they also don't look like any other ethnic group in history. Could it be a small country we don't know about?"

"It's very likely." Old Zhu analyzed seriously: "There are many countries in the world, big and small. During the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and the Spring and Autumn Period, there were countless countries with strange costumes."

After saying that, he asked in confusion: "Logically speaking, shouldn't we let the little bastard choose the person? Why did he choose a person from a small country who has no reputation at all? Is there something special about this guy?"

He turned to look at Zhu Biao and said, "Biao'er, think carefully, are there any famous people of different races during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Five Dynasties?"

Zhu Biao turned around several times and shook his head: "Dad, you are making it difficult for me. There are many famous people in the alien race, and it is impossible for me to not know where to guess."

As he spoke, he looked at the pockmarked face of the man in front of him and muttered quietly, "Which foreign celebrity in history has a face full of pockmarks?"

"Buzzing..."

At this time, Zhu Zhanjun, who had his eyes closed, and the man with pockmarks on his face slowly opened their eyes.

"Zhu Yuanzhang, did you see that? My Qing Dynasty is far superior to the Ming Dynasty."

Before Lao Zhu and others had the chance to ask, the guy with pockmarks on his face suddenly shouted arrogantly.

The scene suddenly became quiet. Zhu Qizhen, who was watching the excitement nearby, looked in astonishment at the guy who had just appeared.

He was very curious about who this guy was and why he was so fierce. He challenged his great-grandfather right away. Wasn't he afraid of being beaten to death?
Old Zhu turned his head and looked at Zhu Biao, who said seriously, "If he knows you, then he should be one of our future generations."

"Cough cough..."

Zhu Zhanjun coughed dryly and stepped aside.

Old Zhu narrowed his eyes, rolled up his sleeves, and approached the pockmarked man who was still pretending to be cool, and whispered, "Excuse me, why is Zhu Yuanzhang's Ming Dynasty not as good as your Qing Dynasty?"

The strange voice startled the pockmarked middle-aged man. He turned his head sharply to look at the people around him and shouted angrily, "How dare you, untouchables, approach me so rashly."

"Untouchables, hehehe..."

Old Zhu suddenly laughed. For many years, no one dared to call him by this name.

Very good and brave.

Under Ma Zi's vigilant gaze, Lao Zhu grabbed him by the clothes and punched him.

"Oh, how dare these rude people to kill the king! Protect the king! Protect the king!"

"Snapped!"

Zhu was a tough guy, he rode on the man and slapped him in the face. The man wanted to resist, but Zhu Biao and Zhu Qizhen rushed over, one pressing his hand and the other pressing his leg, pinning the man down.

Ma Zi couldn't struggle and roared loudly.

Hearing this guy's foul language, Lao Zhu got angry and swung his hands around and shouted wildly.

While greeting with his hands, he was also talking crazily.

"Untouchables, huh?"

"Snapped!"

"A troublemaker, huh?"

"Snapped!"

"Assassinate the king and kill him, huh?"

"Snapped!"

"You are a pockmarked son of a bitch, and you look so ugly..."

"Clap clap clap..."

The slap left an afterimage, and the pockmarked face swelled up quickly, the bloodshot color covering up the pockmarks.

After a while, Ma Zi dared not say anything and kept his mouth tightly shut.

He has now received all the memories and knows his current identity.

But he didn't know Lao Zhu's identity, but he was the emperor and knew some rules. The old man must be more powerful than him.

"Bah, you coward, why don't you curse?"

Old Zhu shook his numb hands, stood up and kicked the pockmarked man on the butt, his face full of contempt and disdain.

When Zhu Biao and Zhu Qizhen saw that the fight had finished, they let go, considering that they would be partners in the future and could not fight too hard.

His body restraints were loosened, and Ma Zi jumped up, crawled to the side, picked up a broom and roared.

"How dare you, a villain, hit me. I will fight you to death."

"Ah, you're still not convinced!"

Seeing that this guy was still trying to fight, Old Zhu's eyes lit up, and he waved his hand and said to Zhu Biao and Zhu Qizhen who were about to fight: "You two don't help, I must subdue this guy completely."

As he said this, he swung his fist and dodged the broom in Ma Zi's hand with a feint. He then went up and used a Black Tiger Heart-Rending Move, then a sweeping kick and a horizontal punch, and finally a heavy Monkey Stealing Peach Move.

"Ouch!"

My goodness! This blow made Ma Zi howl like a wolf, and he clamped his legs together and twitched on the ground.

Lao Zhu is not a polite person. He will attack you while you are weak. This is the experience he has learned from many years of battlefield. He will pounce on you and attack you madly.

After a while, Old Zhu stood up with satisfaction, shook off the blood from Ma Zi's nose on his hand, and asked Zhu Zhanjun, "Are you okay?"

Zhu Zhanjun twitched the corner of his mouth.

The fight is already over. Isn't it a bit redundant for you to ask this question?

After taking a look at the pockmarked man lying on the ground, with a swollen nose and face, who even his own mother might not recognize, Zhu Zhanjun replied: "He is different from you. He is a farmhand who can return to reality. It will be fine if he returns."

"What? He can return to reality?"

Old Zhu was a little surprised that a permanent worker could also sign a temporary contract.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and explained, "Each farmhand can return to reality freely and help me spread my reputation, add golden spring water to the lotus altar in the room."

Old Zhu was even more confused and asked in confusion: "Then why can't we go to reality?"

Zhu Zhanjun pointed at himself and said, "Because I exist in this real world, so in order not to affect me, you can't leave."

Old Zhu felt depressed and felt that he had suffered a loss.

Zhu Biao, who was listening nearby, asked thoughtfully, "You said he was the emperor of the latter country. Which neighboring country is he?"

Zhu Zhanjun glanced at Old Zhu without answering, then walked up and kicked the pockmarked man who was pretending to be dead.

"Speak for yourself."

The space master gave the order. Although Ma Zi was somewhat reluctant, he still sat up and said, "I..."

"oops!"

As soon as Ma Zi uttered the word "I", Zhu Zhanjun kicked him again, this time directly on the wound, causing Ma Zi to wail in pain.

Zhu Zhanjun said coldly, "Whose I am you? Think it over before you speak."

Knowing that he had violated a taboo, Ma Zi nodded repeatedly and apologized: "Sorry, sorry, I'm used to saying that."

He touched the injured area and took a breath of cold air. Ma Zi continued: "My name is Aixinjueluo, Xuanye, and the country I rule is called Qing Dynasty. The reign is Kangxi!"

“Huaihui…”

A huge horse head poked out from the top of the wall, looked at Zhu Zhanjun with a puzzled look and let out a cry.

It seems to be saying: What do you want me to do?
In a flash, Lao Zhu and others looked at Zhu Zhanjun's fortune.

The man in front of him named Kangxi is the future emperor, but Zhu Zhanjun named his horse king Kangxi. The meaning is self-evident.

Old Zhu turned around and asked leisurely: "Do you know Yongzheng and Oboi?"

Kangxi was stunned. He didn't say anything, so how did the other party know?

He didn't want to pay attention to Lao Zhu. He looked at the threatening look in the other party's eyes and said carefully: "I don't know Yongzheng, but I know Oboi. I want to get rid of the treacherous minister in the court."

Old Zhu and the others looked at Zhu Zhanjun again. Zhu Zhanjun smiled in a mysterious way and waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry about these details."

Seeing that Zhu Zhanjun refused to say anything, Lao Zhu and others did not ask any more questions.

Not to mention the presence of Kangxi, an outsider, Zhu Zhanjun didn't want to say that it was useless for them to ask.

Zhu turned around and continued to ask Kangxi: "Is your Qing Dynasty a vassal state around our Ming Dynasty?"

He said with contempt on his face: "You small foreign countries just love to imitate our Ming Dynasty. You want to add a big to everything. Don't you even look at how big your territory is? Aren't you ashamed?"

Now it was Kangxi's turn to be confused. He looked at Zhu Yuanzhang in confusion.

"What kind of foreign country is this? The Qing Dynasty ruled the Central Plains. And the Ming Dynasty you mentioned, the Zhu family, was destroyed long ago."

"Rumble..."

As soon as these words came out, a thunder exploded in Zhu Yuanzhang's mind, causing his body to tremble slightly. He widened his eyes, looked at Kangxi in disbelief and asked angrily: "You said that our Ming Dynasty is doomed!"

Kangxi nodded without hesitation: "Yes, the territory that my Great Qing took over is your Great Ming's, and now it is larger than yours."

(End of this chapter)