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

Chapter 150 The Eve of the Storm
"Based on the known energy, we convert it into power and proceed to the next step..."

Zhu Zhanjun stood outside a large classroom, listening to the teaching and looking at the children who were studying hard and absorbing knowledge eagerly, a gratified smile appeared on his face.

At Xu Shou's suggestion, Zhu Zhanjun formally put the plan of cultivating talents on the agenda.

In the Ming Dynasty, there were helpless children everywhere.

Zhu Zhanjun just asked the Veterans Chamber of Commerce to promote it, and no less than 2000 children were sent over.

There are boys and girls, big and small.

Most of them are alone and helpless, or their families have too many children and cannot afford to raise them, so they choose to send them away.

The Ming Dynasty prohibited human trafficking, so these children entered the Veterans Chamber of Commerce as apprentices.

Although they were called apprentices, everyone understood that once the Veterans Chamber of Commerce took them away and gave money and food to the children's parents and relatives, the lives of these children would belong to the Veterans Chamber of Commerce.

Zhu Zhanjun established an academy exclusively for the Veterans Chamber of Commerce next to the imperial farm to teach these children knowledge.

The head instructor of the academy was Xie Jin, the Grand Secretary who taught Zhu Zhanjun, and was responsible for teaching basic knowledge to all the children.

In addition to Xie Jin, there were also students who were transferred from Fengyang and had their official titles revoked.

Xiaohu, Hanzi and others, as the children's martial arts instructors, are responsible for teaching them how to fight in battles.

Zhu Zhanjun served as the chief military instructor, teaching them battlefield knowledge, as well as military common sense such as how to deploy troops and march.

However, it is still in the early stages and all children are receiving the most basic knowledge teaching and basic physical training.

After one or two years, the school will assign them to different subjects based on their strengths.

Those who like industry will be assigned to the study of nature.

Those who are sensitive to numbers and like to do accounting will be assigned to finance.

Those who like fighting and killing and battlefield skills will become the first batch of military academy students.

In addition to these, there are also a series of sub-disciplines such as political management, medical research, mineral exploration, etc.

The 2000 children are just the first batch. There will be the second, third and fourth batches in the future.

In the plans of Zhu Zhanjun, Lao Zhu and others, the students of this college will become the backbone of Zhu Zhanjun in the future.

Future officials, future generals, future scientific research and business talents will all be hatched one by one from the cradle of this academy.

The person giving the lecture on the stage was Xu Shou, who was attached to a body.

The hundreds of children listening to the lecture below were those who had been tested by him and found to have a talent for scientific research and were curious about it.

Except Xu Shou.

Xu Guangqi, Song Yingxing and others were also found, and Zhu Youxiao had signed contracts with them.

Currently, we are conducting research in the space based on the information provided by Zhu Zhanjun.

After entering the space, the three were very happy. Daming was finally going to have new changes.

"Your Highness, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just sent someone to ask you to go back in the evening to discuss welcoming His Majesty back to the capital."

Xiaohu walked over with light steps and conveyed the news that had just come from the palace.

The old man who had been wandering around the north has finally returned.

"Wang Wang Wang..."

At sunset, Zhu Zhanjun returned to the East Palace. The puppies surrounded him, jumping and circling excitedly around his legs.

Reaching out and grabbing the Grand Secretary of Baimao Pavilion, Zhu Zhanjun walked into the yard while stroking the dog.

"I'm back. The meal is ready. Wash your hands and come eat."

Under the pavilion in the yard, my mother, fat father, brothers and sisters were waiting.

Seeing Zhu Zhanjun coming back, Zhang's face was full of smiles.

The Veterans Chamber of Commerce has developed rapidly in the past six months, and life in the East Palace is getting better day by day.

Zhu Zhanjun gave him and his wife pocket money every month, and the silk clothes and various food and supplies were all provided by the Veterans Chamber of Commerce.

When life is good, one's spirit and energy will naturally be excellent.

After throwing the dog away, Zhu Zhanjun washed his hands and sat down at the table.

The Zhu royal family did not have such extravagant eating habits.

A simple meal of four dishes and one soup is the dinner at the East Palace tonight.

"Your grandpa is back. I'm telling you, keep your tail close and don't let your grandpa get hold of you. If you do, we'll both be in trouble."

The prepared meal was handed to Zhu Zhanjun while Fatty Zhu was still giving instructions.

Zhu Zhanjun picked up a piece of cold tomato and chewed it while saying, "There is no such thing as a little tail, Dad, don't talk nonsense."

"I'm just talking nonsense." Fatty Zhu said unhappily, "Those people are watching you. I heard they have prepared a lot of charges. One of them is competing with the people for profit, and there are also things like using public property for private purposes and privately manufacturing weapons and armor, anyway, there are a lot of them."

"If these things are reported to your grandfather, it's fine if he believes you. If not, we should pack up and go keep your uncle company."

Zhu Zhanjun, who was eating rice, looked at his father in confusion.

"It's understandable to compete with the people for profits. The manufacture of weapons and armor was approved by the old man. But what about using public property for personal gain? I don't think I've ever used anything from the court, right?"

"Not only is it useless, Xia Yuanji has borrowed so much food from the Chamber of Commerce and hasn't paid it back yet."

"If it weren't for the old man, I would have taken the IOU to collect the debt long ago."

"Humph!"

Zhu Pangpang had a strange expression on his face and lowered his voice: "Is Jinxiu from the Qinhuai family with you?"

"beautiful?"

Zhu Zhanjun was a little confused, as it seemed that he didn't have this person under his command.

Qiu Yu, who was serving on the side, hurriedly whispered: "Your Highness, the girl who raises your horse is called Jinxiu." "Uh."

Only then did Zhu Zhanjun remember the beautiful girl who raised horses.

Thinking of the other party's former identity, Zhu Zhanjun's face darkened.

What the hell is this misuse of public property for personal gain? It’s hard to find a crime to accuse these guys of, so just accuse them of one at random.

No, if you dare to make me unhappy, I will make you unhappy too.

When the old man comes back, I will instigate this old man to carry out a crackdown on pornography and illegal publications, so that you can go to brothels every day and not even go home.

"Do you know why they are so angry with you?"

Seeing his son indignant, and knowing that the boy was up to something bad, Fatty Zhu thought of giving him some pointers.

Zhu Zhanjun sneered and said, "Because they are afraid. Great grandfather killed people without blinking an eye, and grandfather is no weaker than him. They finally met a kind-hearted prince like you, father, and they don't want to be frightened in the future."

"Also, they are afraid that the people will not have enough to eat, and they are afraid that the people will know too much."

Zhu Pangpang smiled with relief and sighed in his heart.

The son could see through all this, and he felt very relieved in his heart that his hard work as a father in protecting him from the wind and rain was not in vain.

But these words are enough to show the son's true thoughts.

He had been fighting with the second and third sons for half his life. He originally thought that after him, with the support of his eldest son, no one would be able to fight against the saintly grandson and cause family strife.

As a result, Zhu Zhanjun, the second child who almost had a miscarriage that year, fell from the sky.

When Zhu Zhanjun was born, Zhu Di was in rebellion, and Zhang was busy helping him with his affairs even though she was pregnant.

Less than eight months later, it rained heavily while Zhang was delivering military supplies. She fell to the ground and started bleeding.

Zhu Zhanjun was born two months prematurely. He was as thin as a mouse. Everyone, including Zhu Pangpang, thought that the child was destined to die.

Zhu Pangpang was mentally prepared for grief, but the child turned out to be fine and grew up miraculously.

He did have some problems when he was young, but under his mother's care, he grew up healthily day by day.

Now at the age of eleven, he is almost as tall as his father.

In terms of health, the child has not been sick since he was five years old.

In the words of the imperial physician who was in charge of Zhu Zhanjun, in his entire life, he had never seen a child who had not suffered from a minor illness for many years.

Thinking back to my childhood, I looked at Zhu Zhanjun eating with big mouthfuls of food.

Zhu Pangpang suddenly discovered that his son's profile looked very similar to his grandfather.

In addition, what made Zhu Pangpang even more frightened was his own son’s habits and tone in handling memorials.

In order to relieve the pressure on her fat son, Empress Xu took the initiative to send some unimportant memorials to Zhu Zhanjun for processing.

Zhu Pangpang checked later and found a strange phenomenon.

The way this child handles memorials is very similar to his uncle's, and his habits in handling things are also somewhat similar to his uncle Zhu Biao.

Sometimes when looking at those memorials, Zhu Pangpang felt a little dazed, thinking that what he was reading were written by his uncle.

"Dad, eat now. If you don't eat now, there will be no more food."

After finishing another bowl of rice, Zhu Zhanjun noticed that his father was holding the bowl and looking at him blankly, so he reminded him.

"Oh, eat, eat."

Fatty Zhu came back to his senses, picked up the bowl and took a few bites, then couldn't help asking, "Are those things you planted in your fields the food you brought back from that continent?"

More than a month ago, someone reported that a new batch of crops were planted in the imperial farm, some of which were short and some were tall.

These seedlings are very strange and have never been seen in the Ming Dynasty.

When Zhu Pangpang received the report, the first thing he thought of was the high-yield grain that his son had mentioned in the court.

He may not have believed it before, but after seeing the high-yield wheat, he believed it.

He wanted to send someone to check, but was stopped by the patrolling Jinyiwei personnel, who took out the old man's order.

Anyone who approaches without permission will be killed without mercy.

The old man's order and the cold faces of the Jinyiwei scared away those who wanted to go and see.

But the more this happens, the more curious people become.

Today, the servant that Zhu Pangpang sent to notify Zhu Zhanjun to return came back and told him that it was impossible to tell what the two shorter crops were growing.

But the taller one had grown a large cob, covered with husk, and with ears of several colors.

They are very big and you can't see clearly what's inside, but if you calculate it per acre, the yield is definitely not small.

Zhu Zhanjun looked up at Zhu Pangpang and kindly reminded him, "You'll know in a few days. Eat first."

When Zhu Pangpang heard this, and thought about how his old man had abandoned the army and rushed back to Peking as soon as he arrived, he suddenly had an idea.

"Did your grandfather know about this a long time ago? That's why he came back in such a hurry?"

Zhu Zhanjun nodded.

"Who else knows?"

"Grandma, big brother."

Zhu Pangpang's eyes widened. Everyone in the family knew that only he, the prince regent, was in the dark.

This is to be on guard against him, this is not to treat him as a family member.

If no one trusts him, then what's the point of him being the crown prince?

Just quit your job and let this rebellious son take over.

(End of this chapter)