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

Chapter 290 Satisfying the Old Man's Wish
"You still want to tell him, aren't you afraid that he will be so angry that he will beat us to death?"

In the Ming Dynasty world, in the Jinling Palace, Zhu Zhanjun and his father Zhu Pangpang went to the old man’s study.

Along the way, Zhu Pangpang kept muttering to himself.

After returning, Zhu Zhanjun told him an idea. He wanted to talk to the old man and Empress Xu about establishing a country in another world.

In Zhu Zhanjun's words, if you don't tell the old man about such a big thing, he will definitely be angry when he finds out later.

"Don't worry, Grandpa will only be happy if he knows."

Zhu Zhanjun said something to comfort him, and the two of them asked someone to inform him and then walked into the old man's study.

"Daddy!"

As soon as I entered the room, a stumbling little guy pounced on me.

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and hugged his eldest son.

That’s right, I’m the boss now.

Last month, Jinxiu gave birth to a daughter, and he is now the father of two children.

"Have you ever been naughty and made your great grandfather angry?"

Zhu Zhanjun held the little guy in his arms and asked as he walked in.

"Have fun, sugar!"

The little guy can't speak complete words yet, but he can communicate barely.

The meaning of this sentence should be that the old man is very happy and gives him candy every day.

"If you eat candy every day, be careful that your teeth will be eaten by worms."

Zhu Zhanjun frightened the little guy and took him into the house.

"Oh, what wind is wrong today? It blew you two here."

The old man was reviewing memorials. When he saw the father and son arriving, he said something in a sarcastic tone.

The two of them laughed dryly and said nothing.

Ever since the father and son focused on the affairs of the second world, all the affairs of the Ming world fell on the old man's shoulders.

This old man has endless things to deal with every day. He looks much more haggard than before and it is obvious that he is bothered by the bad things happening below.

"Isn't this a happy event? I came to tell you about it and make you happy too."

Zhu Zhanjun poured a cup of tea and placed it on the old man's desk.

The old man snorted: "Happy news, is your Highness the Crown Prince going to take another concubine?"

Zhu Zhanjun quickly shook his head: "This little thing is not a happy event in front of you."

Zhu Pangpang, who was standing by, didn't dare to say anything. He just teased his grandson and played with his toys.

He is here just to fill in the gaps, and his own son still needs to take care of things.

Moreover, as a member of the space, there are some things he cannot explain, otherwise he will be punished with electric shock.

"Go ahead, you are also busy, so leave quickly after you finish speaking."

The old man was obviously in a bad mood, and his attitude of speaking was still the same.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't care. He waved his hand to let the servants leave, then moved a stool and sat opposite the old man.

When the old man saw this situation, he realized that it must be about that secret matter, so he put down the cinnabar pen in his hand and waited solemnly.

"I'm going to take the throne."

As soon as the words came out, the old man's expression froze instantly, with a hint of astonishment in his eyes, mixed with complicated emotions.

After a long time, the old man sighed and said, "Wait a few days, I will make arrangements."

Looking at the old man with a somewhat lonely expression, Zhu Zhanjun curled up the corner of his mouth into a smile.

He said this on purpose. He wanted to see if the old man would give up his position to him if he really wanted to ascend the throne.

Now it seems that the old man has really let it go and is no longer so obsessed with this position.

"What are you thinking? I'm not talking about here, I'm talking about another place."

Fearing that the old man might be upset, Zhu Zhanjun smiled and explained, "The land over there has been almost completely developed, but we haven't established a country yet, and we don't even have a reign title, which makes it inconvenient for the people and officials to use it."

"After our discussion, we decided to establish a country there and re-establish the name of Ming Dynasty."

"I originally wanted my father to take the position of emperor, but he refused to do so. I had no choice but to take the position myself."

Hearing this, the old man looked angry at first, but then he smiled.

Glancing at his fat son who was looking down and not daring to look at him, the old man snorted coldly, "With his guts, he dared to sit in that position even though I'm still alive. Scare him to death."

"hehe!"

Zhu Zhanjun chuckled: "Actually, my father is quite good. Why don't you consider giving up your position?"

"Don't even think about it. If I don't kill you, you will never be able to get this position in your lifetime."

The old man slammed the table and showed an angry expression.

"What's the situation over there? Can you tell me about it?"

After pretending for a while, the old man couldn't hold it in anymore and asked again about the situation over there.

He was really curious about what was over there, and he really wanted to go over and take a look, even if it meant running into his father and getting beaten up by him.

They were planning to establish a country, so Zhu Zhanjun didn't intend to hide it. He explained to the old man, "To put it bluntly, that place is another world of ours, but it's in the future." "The future."

The old man was stunned for a moment, but did not interrupt and continued speaking.

"I can't tell you the details. When you get there, I'll find someone to explain it to you."

"The area we control at present, except for the exploration of the ice field in the north, is about the same size as our Ming Dynasty."

"But the other forces in that world are also very strong. Although our Ming Dynasty has temporarily taken the lead, the gap between us and them is not that big. They may catch up at any time."

"During the war, the country has a lot of troops ready for war. According to statistics from ten days ago, the current standing combat troops of the Ming Dynasty in our second world have reached 430 million."

"hiss!"

Hearing this number, the old man took a breath.

Although the Ming Dynasty boasted an army of one million, most of them were military households who farmed in their spare time and fought in wars during wartime.

The only truly combat-ready troops were the three major camps in the capital and the Shenwei Camp of Zhu Zhanjun’s Shenwei Palace.

The total strength of these four legions is only less than 30 to 40 soldiers, which is already the largest in the world.

But he didn't expect that his grandson was so powerful and had an army of more than 400 million in another world.

My God, over 400 million troops.

The old man couldn't even imagine how much oppression so many troops standing together would bring to the enemy.

He doesn't know about others, but from his current perspective, if he were faced with more than 400 million standing troops, he would also feel a sense of powerlessness.

"According to statistics at the beginning of the year, the population of the Ming Dynasty in the Second World totaled 458 million people."

"The high-yield crops I brought back from the north have been promoted there, but due to some reasons, the yield is not as high as ours."

"After two years of reforms in fertilizers and other land areas, they have almost caught up with us and even have a surplus."

Zhu Zhanjun told the old man about the situation of the Ming Dynasty in the second world.

The old man crossed his hands on the desk and listened carefully to every word.

When he hears about the achievements of the new world, a smile appears on his face, and he is proud of his children and grandchildren.

When he heard about the threats from the West, he would frown and think of ways to break the impasse for his grandchildren and sons.

After talking for more than an hour, Zhu Zhanjun finally stopped.

He picked up the teacup that the old man brought over, took a big sip, moistened his throat and said, "This is the overall situation. The current situation requires us to establish an emperor to give guidance to the people."

The old man nodded and said, "This is a very wise decision. The people need guidance. Without a leader from the upper echelons, the people will not know what to do."

"Ah." The old man sighed and said yearningly, "I really want to go to that world and take a look. I also want to participate in the founding of our Ming Dynasty."

Seeing the old man's eyes full of expectation, Zhu Zhanjun hesitated for a moment: "I can only say I will try my best. After all, we can't be sure who the person who will be brought here is."

The old man nodded and said, "You try your best. If you can go, that's the best. If you can't go, it just means that it's not time for Grandpa to go yet."

After accompanying the old man until dark, Zhu Zhanjun returned to the space.

Under the gaze of everyone, he walked towards the suspended stairs and came to the altar.

"I have never been eager for someone to come. Today I am here to pray to you, please let my grandfather and others come over."

"He has taught me for so many years. In his mind, I am his pride."

"My glory will come in a few days, and I want him to witness this glory and the infinite future with me."

Zhu Zhanjun clasped his hands together and muttered something to the altar.

Then he raised his hand and touched his forehead. A ray of red-gold light came out and sank into the altar under the gaze of everyone.

In an instant, colorful light shot straight into the sky. A moment later, a red-gold light shone down, and a huge door with a wide front appeared in front of Zhu Zhanjun.

"Thank you!"

Looking at the real gate, Zhu Zhanjun thanked the altar and turned to look at the people below.

"Wait a moment, let's go get something."

Old Zhu said this, turned around and ran towards the house, and soon came out holding a piece of prickly ash wood.

Looking at the thick prickly ash tree and the thorns on it, Zhu Pangpang's mouth twitched secretly, and he prayed silently for his father in his heart.

With his weapon ready, Lao Zhu was about to step onto the altar when he suddenly stopped.

"No, we haven't signed the contract yet. His body can't handle it. If he can't fight, it will be inappropriate to do it later."

After mumbling a few words, Lao Zhu stopped the people behind him who were about to go up to the altar.

"Don't go, just wait here for us."

Then he directed everyone: "Biao'er, you go over there. Qi Zhen, Yun Wen, you two block that side."

"Hou Zhao, you two block that side, you little bastard is going to come over later, we must surround and kill him, and if he runs away, we will beat you too."

Upon hearing this, several people did not dare to hesitate and quickly stood at the position pointed by Lao Zhu.

Zhu Zhanjun was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he saw Old Zhu making the arrangements below. He suddenly felt that calling the old man over was not a good thing.

But it has already begun, and it is too late to regret now.

Besides, although the person behind the door leads to reality, it is not certain whether it is the old man. It might be someone else, and then Old Zhu would have worked in vain.

Seeing that everyone was stopped by Old Zhu and was not allowed to leave, Zhu Zhanjun could only say hello, raised his hand to take out five pendants, and stretched out his hand to push open the door in front of him.

(End of this chapter)