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

Chapter 148 Two Yinchao, I can set off now

"What abilities do these three have that would allow you to come and select them in person?"

After learning the identities of the three people, Zhu Youxiao became somewhat curious.

If these people are really his ancestors, they have been immortal since then. Has he waited for more than a hundred years just for these three people?

What abilities do these three people have that would require these ancestors to come and invite them in person?

Oh, by the way, there was a Jurchen standing next to them.

"They are all talented in firearms, mechanics, and the study of things. With their joining, the overall strength of our Ming Dynasty will be rapidly improved."

Zhu Zhanjun gave a brief explanation and didn't talk any more.

No matter how much you say, it will be useless if you haven't seen their actual abilities. When Zhu Youxiao sees the abilities of these three people in the future, he will understand their importance.

Zhu Youxiao nodded and didn't ask any more questions about the matter.

Seeing that the two had finished their conversation, Lao Zhu at the side interrupted and asked, "What's going on outside?"

Just now, Kangxi and Zhu Zhanjun shouted "Apocalypse Explosion" at the same time, and Zhu knew that they knew the situation.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at Kangxi first.

Kangxi shook his head and said, "Master, you don't need to look at me. I really don't know anything about this matter. I just listened to it as a story at the time. Later, some people said that the gunpowder depot in Wanggongchang exploded."

"Gunpowder isn't that powerful, is it?"

Zhu Biao somewhat disagreed. He knew very well how powerful gunpowder was.

The power of the explosion just now, and the fireballs all over the sky, don't look like a gunpowder explosion.

"It's hard to say. After all, that's a warehouse for storing gunpowder. Hundreds of thousands of kilograms of gunpowder are accumulated in the room. If it explodes all at once, the power cannot be underestimated."

Zhu Zhanjun continued, "However, in addition to the explosion of gunpowder, there are three other theories, all of which are somewhat legendary."

"One possibility is that there was a flammable methane gas underneath, a crack appeared in the ground, and there happened to be a flame above, and the combination of the two caused the explosion."

"Impossible." Old Zhu shook his head. "If that were the case, the city would have exploded long ago when it was built, and it wouldn't have waited until now."

Zhu Zhanjun also nodded in agreement and then talked about the second statement.

"It is said that the night before the explosion, some people saw fireflies and a ball of fire emerging there."

"Before the explosion, a ball of flame rolled out of it and shot straight into the sky."

These words attracted the curiosity of several people, and they were all looking forward to the following content.

Zhu Zhanjun continued, "So they speculated that someone from outer space was responsible for this."

"People from outside the world?"

Several people looked upwards.

Empress Ma, who was coaxing her child to sleep, wondered, "Could it be the gods in heaven? Why would they bring down the disaster? Is it really because of the failure of the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhu Zhanjun spread his hands and said, "I don't know about that, but that's what they said anyway."

"What about the third one?" The first two possibilities are very small, and Lao Zhu thinks the third possibility is the greatest.

Zhu Zhanjun turned to look at Zhu Youxiao, and when the other party was puzzled, he said, "The third one is that the Ming Dynasty built a super-killing weapon, but it failed, causing this explosion."

Zhu Youxiao shook his head directly: "No, even though I like carpentry work, they rarely report to me when they have something to do, but that doesn't mean they won't tell me anything."

"It's impossible for me not to know about such a big thing, so this is absolutely impossible."

"That's strange." Old Zhu looked puzzled: "Since none of the possibilities are correct, then what is the reason?"

Zhu Qizhen, who was blocking the door with his dog, looked at the people who were frowning and guessing, and whispered, "Why don't you go and take a look? Why do you still have to guess?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at him.

Zhu Qizhen shrank his neck and hid behind the dog.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. Lao Zhu coughed dryly and said, "Well, let's wait and see. We may get the result soon."

Soon, the Prime Minister Gu Bingqian walked in.

"How about it?"

Zhu Youxiao asked hurriedly.

Today's explosion was no small matter. Not only was he frightened, but his son would probably have died of the fright if Zhu Zhanjun had not intervened.

He was now very angry and wanted to find out the cause of the accident.

Gu Bingqian glanced at Zhu Zhanjun and others, and instead of answering immediately, he asked.

"Your Majesty, how can you leave a living person by your side? If you are in danger, what will our Ming Dynasty do?"

Zhu Youxiao frowned and slammed the table: "The reason I'm angry about you now is not for you to teach me a lesson."

Gu Bingqian's expression remained unchanged: "As a minister of the Ming Dynasty, I naturally have to put the country first. I hope Your Majesty will not contact people you don't know, so as to avoid making a big mistake."

"you……"

Zhu Youxiao stood up angrily and pointed at Gu Bingqian with a grim expression.

With so many ancestors around him, he, the emperor, was so embarrassed by his subjects that he had no face at all.

He glanced at Lao Zhu and saw that he had a cold expression on his face, which made him even angrier.

"I'll let you answer."

Gu Bingqian then clasped his fists and bowed: "The City Patrol Division and the City Patrol Censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate investigated and found that the cause of the explosion was a fire in the warehouse."

"The craftsman ignored the advice and lit a fire next to the storehouse to cook. When the wind blew, sparks were raised, causing this disaster."

"The Dragon Boat Festival just passed yesterday, and people were still immersed in the festival, so there were many people on the street."

"When the explosion occurred, some people died directly, and some were trampled and injured. The injured and disabled from the collapsed houses are still being checked, but according to estimates, there should be no less than 10,000 people."

"Just that?" Zhu Youxiao was a little unconvinced.

What Zhu Zhanjun said just now was so miraculous, but the result was just like this, which made him a little disappointed.

Zhu Zhanjun actually agreed with this answer in his heart.

There is no such thing as so many mysteries. It's just rumors spread by the people.

Zhu Zhanjun experienced this when he was a child. Uncle Wang at the head of the village kicked a sheep. When the news spread to the end of the village, it became that Uncle Wang was unfilial and kicked his mother.

Poor Uncle Wang, his mother has been dead for more than ten years, and he, with his gray beard, is still accused of being unfilial.

From this we can see that unofficial history is really unofficial.

It was not as magical as the legend said, and Zhu Zhanjun had no interest in checking it out.

They are already attracting attention here, and staying here will only cause trouble for Zhu Youxiao.

Anyway, the contract has been signed. I'll wait until Zhu Youxiao finishes his work and find Xu Guangqi and the other two. We'll talk slowly when we have time.

Back to the space, Lao Zhu was reluctant to leave. Although the space was large, it was too quiet. Every day, apart from doing farm work, he would watch broadcasts. It was boring.

Today's trip was a bit exciting, but it made him feel fulfilled.

"Master, what do you think?"

Arriving at the courtyard, Kangxi rubbed his hands and looked at Zhu Zhanjun expectantly.

He patted Kangxi on the shoulder and said, "Let's go to your place and see if we can find the talent I have in mind."

He turned around and said to Lao Zhu and the others, "Grandpa, you shouldn't go this time. The costumes there are different from those in the Ming Dynasty, and it's hard to hide when there are so many people."

Old Zhu originally wanted to go and see what the Qing Dynasty was like. When he heard Zhu Zhanjun's concerns, although he felt a little regretful, he still nodded.

After watching the two leave, Zhu Biao was silent for a while, and said to Old Zhu: "Dad, in the future, don't act according to your temper."

"There will be more and more people in the space in the future. He has grown up now and has his own ideas."

"We can only suggest that if children are controlled too much, they will feel disgusted."

Once again being scolded by his son, Old Zhu rarely did not lose his temper.

"Biao'er, we know what you mean."

Lao Zhu said slowly: "I understand your concern, but you have overlooked an important thing."

"what?"

Zhu Biao frowned and thought, not understanding what his father meant.

Old Zhu laughed and said, "Old Fourth and his wife, and Little Fatty and his wife, as long as they enter the space in the future. In this huge space, our Zhu family will still be number one."

"But what you said does make sense. Let's try to be more careful and polite to this little bastard, so that he won't despise an old guy like me."

Pushing open the door of the next courtyard, Zhu Zhanjun and Kangxi walked in together.

The golden spring water from the two lotus ponds does not intersect or connect.

When it is used up over there, it will not have any impact here.

After so much promotion by Kangxi, the title of Zhu Zhanjun Shenghuang Mingfa Tiandi has already gained considerable fame.

Wudang Mountain and other places even worship the statue of this deity.

It's not that they are good at flattering, but Kangxi promised them endless benefits as long as they offered tributes.

Only a fool would not want to receive good things by offering sacrifices to a statue of a god.

The spring water on Kangxi's side just barely met the standard line after Kangxi transported some things.

"Master, what type of talent do you want? I will take some advice for you and see what kind of candidates there are."

Arriving at the lotus altar, Kangxi asked Zhu Zhanjun with a smile who he had in mind.

In Kangxi's opinion, Zhu Zhanjun might know something about the future because of the space, but it was only a few words.

He wanted to show off and see if there were any such talents before he was alive.

Zhu Zhanjun glanced at him and said with a smile: "I want a car that can travel without cattle, horses or mules, and a boat that can travel on the sea at any time without sails."

Kangxi immediately shut his mouth.

With the situation before the Qing Dynasty, not to mention the need for horses, livestock, and sailing vehicles and ships, even firearms were very resistant. Even if there were talented people in this area, they would probably have been buried. Where could he find them?

The golden light emerged bit by bit, and a dark golden light gate that Zhu Zhanjun had never seen before slowly expanded.

What appeared on the door was not five golden lotuses, but a dark golden lotus that was slightly larger than the other golden lotuses.

"Why has it changed again?"

Zhu Zhanjun muttered something and walked into the light gate with Kangxi.

"Ding ding ding..."

A bell rang.

The whole world was gray and dark, as if entering a world of shadows.

A rickshaw passed through the two people, and the driver and the passengers did not notice anything wrong.

"Soul state, or subspace?"

Looking around, Zhu Zhanjun was secretly guessing in his heart.

After trying to shout a few times and waving his hands, the people walking around him did not respond. Zhu Zhanjun was sure that others really could not see them or touch them.

"Master, where should we find someone?"

Kangxi looked at the prosperity around him and didn't know where to go.

Zhu Zhanjun closed his eyes and sensed for a while, then took Kangxi in one direction.

Wandering through the streets and crowds, the two came to an academy that had both a scholarly atmosphere and new culture.

"Gezhi Academy."

Looking at the plaque hanging above, Zhu Zhanjun's expression moved slightly.

As a student of mechanical engineering, he had naturally heard of this academy established in the Qing Dynasty.

Thinking of this, he quickly took Kangxi in. After a while, they came to a room full of people.

There were men and women, old and young in the room, all with sad expressions, looking at an old man lying on the bed.

The old man's breath was weak, and he must have reached the end of his life.

"Mr. Xu, do you have anything else to say?"

A man who should be of a very high status grabbed the hand of the old man lying on the bed and asked softly.

The old man may have really reached his limit, and his lips moved.

Reluctantly, he looked around at the people in the room, finally stopping on a photo, his eyes filled with guilt and longing.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the photo.

The picture above shows a young man wearing a Ma褂 and looking serious.

The person in the photo is somewhat similar to the old man, and should be his son.

"Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu..."

When Zhu Zhanjun was looking at the photo, the old man suddenly died, and everyone in the room burst into tears.

Zhu Zhanjun stared at the old man, and saw the old man slowly sit up, reluctantly looking at the crying people.

He got up from the bed, came to Zhu Zhanjun and Kangxi, and said, "You two masters of the underworld have been waiting for a long time. I am Xu Shou, and I have nothing to worry about. I can go with you now."

(End of this chapter)