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

Chapter 258 Zhu Zhanji: My rebellious son, don’t run away! Take this blow from my stick!
"How short is that?"

Zhu Zhanji felt conflicted, wanting to ask but not daring to, but he finally asked anyway.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the nervous grandfather and said, "According to some historical records, my grandfather went to the north five times in total. In the 5nd year of Yongle, during the fifth expedition, my grandfather was seriously ill on his way back and died in Yumuchuan."

"Ah, the 22nd year of Yongle, that's not many years."

Zhu Zhanji exclaimed.

"Snapped!"

Zhu Pangpang slapped him on the forehead and scolded him, "What are you talking about, you bastard? Your grandfather doesn't do any work now. He just enjoys playing with his grandchildren every day and pays attention to taking care of his body. He doesn't worry about anything. In his current state, he can live another 20 years without any problem."

"Yeah!"

Zhu Zhanji also nodded quickly.

"What about me?" After scolding his son, Zhu Pangpang asked his own question in a low voice.

He is well aware of his physical condition. Given the old man's current health condition, it is not certain whether he can live longer than the old man.

"After Grandpa passed away, you succeeded to the throne and became the new emperor of the Ming Dynasty, with the reign title Hongxi!"

Upon hearing this reign title, Zhu Pangpang nodded secretly in his heart, feeling it was not bad. He thought that when he ascended the throne, he would continue to use this reign title.

Zhu Zhanjun continued, "Less than a year after you took the throne, you died because your grandfather had worn you out."

Zhu Pangpang looked embarrassed, it turned out that he had been emperor for less than a year.

Seeing his father's depressed expression, Zhu Zhanji whispered: "Dad is good. If it is according to what the second son said, if the second son died young or went to the north and never came back, the second uncle and the third uncle would never rebel."

"With the presence of Second Uncle and Third Uncle, it is already a very good result for you to be able to take the position. The length of the position is not important anymore."

Zhu Pangpang's face turned dark and he raised his hand and slapped him again.

Zhu Zhanji didn't care and asked Zhu Zhanjun excitedly.

"I should be the next one."

His father is gone, so he will definitely be the next one.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded.

"When our father passed away, you were still in Nanjing, and you rushed back to Peking overnight to prepare for the succession."

"Second uncle and third uncle originally wanted to rob and kill you, but somehow you escaped and succeeded directly in front of the coffin."

A smile appeared on Zhu Zhanji's lips.

With my second uncle's IQ, there's no way he can beat him.

"Later, you ascended the throne and proclaimed yourself emperor, with the reign title Xuande. During your reign, you abandoned Jiaozhi, which was conquered by my grandfather, and planned to consolidate the country's strength and recuperate so that you could focus on dealing with the north."

"Unfortunately, you only reigned for ten years and passed away due to illness. Your son ascended the throne at a young age."

"The Lord is suspicious!"

Zhu Pangpang sighed softly.

Throughout history, young emperors could easily give rise to powerful ministers and queens, and the country would be in turmoil if care was not taken.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and said, "That's right. Fortunately, my mother is still alive. She turned the tide, and with the cooperation of the Three Yangs, she stabilized the country."

The two men breathed a sigh of relief.

Just keep calm. If they fail to do so, they will be sinners.

"Did I accomplish anything during my reign?"

Thinking about what the second brother had just said about giving up Jiaozhi, he was worried that his grandfather would find out about this and he would be scolded. He wanted to make sure whether he had done anything big so that he could find a replacement job later.

Zhu Zhanjun looked a little strange when he heard this.

To be honest, there is really no record of any historical achievements made by Zhu Zhanji.

The so-called Renzong and Xuanzong's rule was actually just a reputational achievement.

Allowing the people to recuperate and restore national strength is the most basic task of every emperor and is not considered a merit at all.

It's like the patriarch of a family. Keeping the family stable is the most basic requirement. If you want to have a big name, you have to lead the family to prosperity and revival and make money.

Unfortunately, most emperors could not meet this most basic requirement, so that the most basic things the emperor did became achievements.

It's ironic enough to say.

Many people in later generations said that Zhu Zhanji was a six-front warrior, but in fact there is a certain amount of exaggeration in this.

According to real historical records, this man was not as good as his father in government affairs, and not as good as his grandfather in foreign expansion and warfare.

Overall, he can only be considered mediocre among emperors.

After all, emperors who have made contributions in history are listed separately. For example, the Zhenguan Reign and the Yongle Era are single entities and are not connected with their fathers and sons.

To be honest, during the reign of Renzong and Xuanzong, Renzong accounted for the vast majority of the credit, but it is hard to say how much credit Xuan had. It all depends on the writing style of the Spring and Autumn Annals and personal ideas.

Seeing the strange expression on the second brother's face, Zhu Zhanji felt nervous and asked quickly, "Why? Didn't I do anything?"

Zhu Zhanjun shook his head and said, "Not that there isn't one."

Zhu Zhanji breathed a sigh of relief instantly.

But Zhu Zhanjun's next words made his expression freeze instantly.

"In terms of achievements, you have inherited our father's will and continued to allow the people to live and work. In terms of military merits, you have also fought a few battles. However, since you lost a lot of land, it can be considered that your merits and demerits are offset."

"The only thing that people criticize is that you killed my second uncle, and you covered him with a large copper vat and roasted him to death."

"Forehead!"

Zhu Zhanji's expression was stiff. He raised his finger and pointed at his nose and said blankly: "I killed my second uncle. I roasted him to death."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded: "My second uncle was teased as a clay pot chicken by later generations, and it all came from you."

When Zhu Pangpang heard this, he clenched his fist and hit Zhu Zhanji on the forehead.

"Dad, why did you hit me? These things didn't happen."

Zhu Zhanji covered his forehead and looked at Zhu Pangpang speechlessly.

Zhu Pangpang frowned and said unhappily, "I know it didn't happen, but I'm so angry that I hit you. Is that a problem?"

Zhu Zhanji opened his mouth, looked at his father's eyes, and wisely kept silent. "In addition to these, the most important thing is that you died early, so that your son did not get a proper education, and almost let the great grandfather, grandfather and father build the Ming Dynasty down to waste."

Zhu Zhanji widened his eyes, it seemed that there was still something for him to do next.

Zhu Zhanjun said solemnly: "Your son Zhu Qizhen, upon learning that Yesen had invaded from the north and that the borders had suffered successive defeats, ignored the advice of the court officials and insisted on leading the army himself."

"It would have been fine if the emperor had led the army in person, but the court didn't even make any preparations and just led the army out directly."

"What's worse is that he obeys the orders of a eunuch, and they..."

Zhu Zhanjun slowly told the two of them about the Battle of Tumu.

After half an hour, Zhu Zhanjun began to summarize.

"If Yu Qian hadn't turned the tide, the Ming Dynasty would have ended up like the Southern Song Dynasty."

"I'm going to strangle this bastard to death."

After hearing about the Tumu Incident, Zhu Zhanji was so angry that he jumped up and down, but after jumping a few times, he came to his senses and glared at Zhu Zhanjun.

"When you gave the Sun family a name some time ago, you were just throwing this terrible name back at me, right?"

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and replied, "Of course, given the personalities of my father and grandfather, I'm worried that after my brat is born, they will insist on giving him the name Zhu Qizhen."

"This awful name sounds so disgusting, so I gave it to you first. After all, he is your son. Don't you think he is the boss?"

"It's so fucking annoying, you're such a jerk, second brother."

Zhu Zhanji was so shocked that he couldn't help but curse.

"Hahaha……"

His prank was finally successful, Zhu Zhanjun laughed so hard that he clapped his hands on the table.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time, and happiness finally came.

"Boss, I'd like to inform you that your eldest son Zhu Qizhen is working for me now. When you two meet later, you must be cordial with each other, hahahaha..."

"Stop laughing."

As Zhu Zhanjun laughed, Zhu Zhanji's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He said this angrily, turned around and started searching the house.

Old Zhu, who was watching the fun from the side, asked in confusion.

"Great-great-grandson, what are you looking for?"

Zhu Zhanji said without even looking up: "A whip, the kind with barbs."

"puff!"

Zhu Zhanjun laughed again, but he still kindly advised: "The child is quite honest now, I think we should forget it."

"Get lost! I'm teaching my son a lesson, so you'd better stay out of it. Or I'll get you beaten up too."

Zhu Zhanji is very angry now, and feels that everything he hears is just a sarcastic remark.

Zhu Zhanjun laughed, took out two pendants, and said to him: "You can't bring things from outside into the space. You can prepare to look for them after you go in."

Then he looked at Zhu Pangpang and said, "Dad, have you thought it through? Do you want to go to that space with your son?"

Zhu Pangpang took the pendant without hesitation: "Why should I hesitate? I'm busy dealing with things in the palace all day long. I don't even have anyone to chat with. Now I finally have so many elders and relatives here. Even if I can't do anything, I can still talk."

Zhu Zhanji didn't even think about it and just grabbed the pendant.

As the light flickered, four people appeared in the space.

As soon as he came in, Zhu Pangpang looked around the environment and couldn't help but sighed: "This is really a fairyland."

Zhu Zhanjun smiled slightly and said, "The fairyland is a bit exaggerated, but this is the last secret of our Zhu family, and it is also the confidence of our Zhu family dynasty for ten thousand years."

Fatty Zhu nodded happily, and then the four of them walked out of the yard.

Looking around, there is endless fertile land, and corn, sweet potatoes, and potatoes, which have been widely popularized in reality, are everywhere here.

"In reality, those seeds cannot be planted again because of this space."

Zhu Pangpang walked to the edge of the field and looked at the potatoes that were growing very well. He remembered the reason why the seeds could not develop a second time, which had troubled those families outside.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded: "Yes, this is the help that space brings to me."

"But it's only a temporary solution. Tiangongfang has already started researching seeds for secondary reproduction. If we want the world to run on its own, we can't rely too much on seeds provided by the space."

"Besides, there are only so many people working here. If the planting area is expanded in the future, even if they work themselves to death, they won't be able to provide so many seeds."

Zhu Pangpang nodded and was about to continue asking questions when he found that his eldest son had found a stick from somewhere and was looking around.

"What are you looking for, little brat?"

Zhu Zhanji snorted coldly and said, "Who else could it be? Of course it's that rebellious son."

Old Zhu on the side just laughed cheerfully and had no intention of intervening in the matter of the father teaching his son a lesson.

As luck would have it, the figure walking back from a distance was Zhu Qizhen, who came back for unknown reasons.

"Cough cough!"

This guy was eating a pomegranate while walking, with his head down and not looking ahead.

When the two sides were getting close, Zhu Zhanjun couldn't help but cough to remind this guy.

Zhu Qizhen, who was eating a pomegranate with his head down, looked up when he heard Zhu Zhanjun's voice and called him "Second Uncle".

Zhu Zhanjun hummed, then glanced to the side, signaling this guy to pay attention.

Zhu Qizhen was somewhat puzzled and looked to the side following Zhu Zhanjun's gaze.

My goodness, this was so shocking that white sweat instantly broke out on my back.

"Mom."

Zhu Qizhen exclaimed, threw away the pomegranate in his hand and turned and ran away.

"Don't run away, you rebellious son! Take this stick from me!"

(End of this chapter)