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

Chapter 257 Dad and Big Brother finally come to help!
"Damn it, we provided you with so many weapons, and you said you don't want to fight anymore. Damn it, give us back our weapons, you are still a bear, you are cowardly rats."

"That's right, where was your courage when you fought Napoleon? You just gave in after such a small loss. Damn it, where is your chivalry? Where is your determination to defend our country? You are a bunch of cowards."

Outside the command post, there were bursts of angry curses.

Inside the command post, all the officers stood in a row, looking at the Tsar who was sitting at the observation port, quietly watching his adjutant shaving his beard outside.

Just last night, the Tsar and Zhu Zhanjun met again and the two sides reached terms for a ceasefire.

According to the agreement, the East and West Siberia, the Central Siberian Plateau and part of the West Siberian Plain were incorporated into the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

The two sides established a 100-mile buffer line, and no military forces were allowed to enter.

In addition, the Russians paid the Ming Dynasty 1000 million taels of silver as war compensation and opened up commercial trade with the Ming Dynasty, with some items being tax-free or reduced.

In addition, the two sides formed a military alliance to jointly fight against the Western invasion of the East.

After the two men smiled and shook hands, the Baikal Treaty, which shocked the whole world just as much as the Double Tenth Treaty, was officially reached and came into effect.

In addition to these treaties, there are some other contents in the treaty.

There are military, industrial, and business collaborations, totaling hundreds.

After the news was revealed, representatives from various countries were furious.

They went to great lengths to provide so many weapons to Tsarist Russia, but in the end the other side chose not to fight.

If they stop fighting, how will Tsarist Russia demand compensation from the Ming Dynasty? Without compensation, what will Tsarist Russia use to pay for their weapons?

After learning that the two sides had reached a negotiated settlement, the representatives of various countries could no longer sit still and went directly to the Tsar.

Listening to the noise outside, the Tsar had a blank expression on his face and looked quietly at the snowy field outside.

After his men shaved the last strand of his beard, he looked down at the mirror and nodded.

He shaved off his beard not for hygiene reasons, but to remind himself not to forget the humiliation of today.

He has only given up Siberia temporarily. When the Russians rise again in the future, he will take it all back.

"Your Majesty, those outside..."

Seeing that the Tsar had finished his work, Ignatiev came up and asked how to deal with the representatives from various countries.

"Tell them that I will give them the money for the weapons. As for when, that depends on when we have money."

Ignatiev's mouth twitched.

He finally understood that their Tsar was planning to default on his debt.

He wanted to say something, but looking at the Tsar's cold expression, he could only respond helplessly and turned to deal with representatives from various countries.

As for whether he could succeed, he himself had no idea and was even prepared to be beaten.

On the day the contract was reached, both armies entered the battlefield and began to sort out the dead soldiers on both sides.

When they met each other, no one paid any attention to each other, and each was looking for his or her fallen brothers.

After a day of searching, the battlefield was completely cleared and both sides began to deploy their own defensive troops according to the new border lines they had drawn.

Although the two parties reached a settlement, the contract is just for reference.

Once the gunfire starts, the contract is no better than toilet paper.

Zhu Zhanjun handed these matters over to Xu Da, and he returned to the space to prepare for the next step.

After this battle, Ming Dynasty’s reputation in the second world was completely established.

The huge fame brought a huge amount of golden spring water.

Seeing that there was plenty of golden water, Old Zhu did not react this time. However, Li Baishi could not sit still. He looked for Zhu Zhanjun several times, hoping to find some people to help.

In the second world, Zhu Zhanjun threw most of the things to him. Currently, the talents are still being selected. The situation at the bottom is still better, but there is a serious lack of strength at the top level.

Li Baishi hopes that Zhu Zhanjun will find some people to help him, and if possible, choose someone who can take charge of the overall situation to help him share some of the pressure.

Seeing that the other party had been so busy during this period and looked much more haggard, Zhu Zhanjun felt bad.

After asking Zhu Biao, who was in charge of the space, and confirming that there was absolutely enough spring water and that there would be no problem in conducting three summonings, Zhu Zhanjun decided to add some more manpower to Li Baishi.

"I don't know which relatives are coming this time?"

Next to the space altar, Lao Zhu looked at the lotus altar with anticipation.

As actual needs increased, the space became busy and Zhu Biao sometimes had to go farming.

Now he has some free time, and it’s Old Zhu who is on duty today.

Li Baishi, who was in need of talents, had no time to come.

"Who cares? No matter where it comes from, it will be useful to us."

After closing his eyes and praying for a while, Zhu Zhanjun opened his eyes and responded.

Old Zhu nodded and gave his affirmation.

Indeed, no matter whether it is the tenant farmers who work, the guards who lead troops to fight, the tent masters who are in charge of management, or the craftsmen who are doing research, they all need space.

Exhaling slowly, Zhu Zhanjun touched the lotus mark between his eyebrows, and the altar in front of him burst into light.

Soon, a solid gate of light appeared in front of the two.

"Yes, reality."

The two were stunned for a moment, so they started to look forward to it.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry. Who knows, maybe it's that bastard Old Four that's the one who's going to get it this time."

Old Zhu rubbed his hands excitedly and urged Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun was speechless. How much resentment did this old man have towards his grandfather that he even cursed him.

He walked forward and stretched out his hand to push open the light door. Zhu Zhanjun was stunned by the location of the business trip.

"This is……"

Old Zhu's eyes lit up. Zhu Zhanjun took a deep breath and said, "Eastern Palace, and there are two more targets."

Old Zhu became even more excited and pulled Zhu Zhanjun inside.

In order to avoid causing any real impact, real people cannot see them, and the two of them cannot see real people.

According to Zhu Zhanjun's perception, the two goals are together.

When he arrived at the target door, Zhu Zhanjun had already roughly guessed who the two people were.

"Look at you. Your brother's child is about to run away, but you haven't reacted at all. You are not in a hurry and just play all day."

"Dad, it's enough to have my second brother's child. They are all grandchildren anyway."

As soon as the two reached the door, they heard a casual conversation between one person and the other.

Old Zhu and Zhu Zhanjun looked at each other, and Zhu Zhanjun simply reached out and pushed the door open.

The two people who were talking were attracted by the noise and turned around.

Zhu Pangpang, who was sitting on a chair and drinking tea, asked in confusion: "Weren't you fighting during this period? How did you find time to come back?"

"It's just right that you're back. Bring the child back. Your grandfather is really something. He monopolizes the child every day. As a grandfather, it's hard for me to even see him."

"Busy working."

Zhu Zhanji, who was sitting next to him, smiled and nodded and greeted him.

"Well, I'm done."

After responding to Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Zhanjun looked at Zhu Pangpang and said, "It may not be easy to bring a grandson back to you, but your son has brought you a grandfather."

"puff!"

Zhu Pangpang, who was drinking tea, was choked by these words. He angrily picked up the book next to him and threw it over.

"You little brat, now you're so bold that you even dare to tease your father."

"Cough cough..."

Old Zhu, who was waiting outside the door, coughed lightly and walked in.

"Little Fatty, now you've become so bold that you dare to beat my great-grandson in front of me."

Zhu Pangpang, who was about to continue scolding, froze in place when he heard this. His eyes widened as he stared in shock at Lao Zhu who walked in from outside.

Zhu Zhanji, who was standing by, was also stunned when he saw Old Zhu coming in. He stared at Zhu Zhanjun blankly, his eyes full of questions and doubts.

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and helped Old Zhu forward, saying to the two of them, "You are not dreaming, and you are not seeing things wrong. The person in front of you is the founding emperor of our Ming Dynasty, Emperor Taizu Gao."

"Plop, plop."

The two of them knelt on the ground together. Fatty Zhu's eyes gradually turned red. He remembered what Old Zhu had taught him in the past and choked up and shouted, "Grandpa, your grandson finally sees you again."

Old Zhu also sighed, walked up to help the two of them up, patted Zhu Pangpang on the shoulder and said, "Little Fatty, you did a great job, better than your father, and lived up to our teachings."

"Woooooooo..."

Old Zhu's praise made Fatty Zhu unable to hold back and he jumped out with a whimper.

"Okay, stop crying. You're not afraid of being laughed at in front of the children."

Old Zhu patted Zhu Pangpang's shoulder again, said something to comfort him, and then looked at Zhu Zhanji.

"You, we have heard of you, good saintly grandson!"

When Zhu Zhanji heard the words "good saintly grandson", he looked embarrassed.

Before Zhu Zhanjun came back, he never doubted this identity.

But ever since Zhu Zhanjun came back and became the Crown Prince, no one has mentioned this title again.

Looking at Zhu Zhanji who was somewhat embarrassed, Old Zhu said, "Actually, you don't have to think too much. This little bastard was able to get this position. In addition to his own efforts, he also had the help of countless people."

"Among them are me and your great grandfather Zhu Biao. You deserve to lose, kid."

"Another reason for replacing you is because something went wrong with you later."

"later?"

Zhu Zhanji was a little confused as to whether he could become the crown prince or not, and what would happen next.

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and explained: "Brother, have you ever thought that if I can bring my great grandfather to see you, why can't I meet people in the future or in the future?"

After these words came out, Zhu Zhanji asked nervously: "Is it the problem behind me?"

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and then shook his head.

When the two were puzzled, he explained, "For some reason, there are many different records about me in the records of another world."

"Some records say that I died at birth, and some say that I went to the north and never came back. Anyway, there are all kinds of records. The only thing that remains unchanged is that you, my brother, became the emperor."

"You and our father established the reign of Renzong and Xuanzong, which was another prosperous era after our grandfather's Yongle era."

Upon hearing about the future, Zhu Pangpang and Zhu Zhanji were somewhat moved. It turned out that they had done quite well.

"but……"

When the two were in a good mood, Zhu Zhanjun changed the subject: "You two just live shorter lives."

"Forehead!"

When these words came out, Zhu Pangpang and Zhu Zhanji were stunned for a moment.

According to the second brother's words, combined with what Zhu just said, the two guessed that the Renxuan Reign of the two of them might be short-lived because they lived too short.

Short, too short.

The two of them felt a sudden sinking in their hearts, as if they were going to die at any moment.

(End of this chapter)