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

Chapter 34 Our Horse King is called Kangxi! (Please read and invest!)

"Grandpa, look, what good stuff I brought."

Just as it was getting dark, Zhu Zhanjun, who was staying at the imperial farm, appeared in the farm space holding a wooden box.

"You little bastard, you have a dog nose, right? We just finished stewing the chicken and you come." Old Zhu came out of the house with a clay pot in his hand, cursing but with a smile on his face.

Zhu Zhanjun chuckled, put the things aside, ran into the house and took out the dishes and chopsticks.

Each person has a chicken leg and some soup in the bowl, it’s delicious.

"Hmm, this two and a half year old hen tastes different, really chewy."

Old Zhu's mouth was full of oil as he ate the food and he was mumbling something to himself.

Zhu Zhanjun paused in gnawing on the chicken leg, glanced at Old Zhu who was chewing it with relish, poked the chicken stuck in his teeth with his tongue, and continued to gnaw on it with his head down.

The grandfather and grandson devoured the food voraciously, and soon, only a pile of chicken bones were left of the old hen that they had raised for thirty days.

Picking up the homemade rice wine and taking a sip with satisfaction, Lao Zhu said while picking his teeth: "You little bastard, you came at the right time. I have good news for you too."

Zhu Zhanjun, who was feeding Old Zhu a pear, asked curiously, "What's the good news? Are there any more golden lotus seeds?"

"Golden lotus seeds, you little bastard, you are really crazy. We still want that thing." Old Zhu rolled his eyes at Zhu Zhanjun, took the pear that Zhu Zhanjun had just peeled, took a bite without any disgust, and took Zhu Zhanjun to the pasture behind the house.

"Look over there!"

Old Zhu pointed to the distance and blew a loud whistle.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Under Zhu Zhanjun's expectant gaze, hundreds of fat and strong horses galloped towards them with great momentum, stepping on the dim sunset in the space.

"Developed."

Zhu Zhanjun felt excited.

Zhu Zhanjun secretly kept more than a dozen of the captured horses that had defeated the 5,000 Tatar cavalrymen who had launched a surprise attack.

As a result, these horses died immediately after they were sent into the space, and their limbs turned into dust and merged into the earth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just when Zhu Zhanjun thought that living things were not allowed in the space farm, Lao Zhu suggested trying a foal.

Zhu Zhanjun asked people to find a dozen foals, of which only eight entered the space alive. The others, like the big horses, all died and turned into dust.

Old Zhu didn't know the reason either. After thinking about it for a long time, the grandfather and grandson came up with a guess.

Any dead ones brought in are probably because the space feels that their genes are defective and not worth cultivating.

Of course, it is also possible that once a creature reaches adulthood, the space will no longer take it in for cultivation.

Zhu Zhanjun handed these eight foals to Old Zhu.

The magic of space is beyond imagination. After the foal entered the space, it grew up very well every day. In just a dozen days, it grew up to an adult and gave birth to the next generation.

After learning the good news, Zhu Zhanjun returned to Peking and asked his guards to find dozens of ponies and secretly stuff them into the space.

Although many horses died, a horse colony had already taken shape.

Looking at the herd of horses galloping towards him, a picture emerged in Zhu Zhanjun's eyes.

Countless Ming soldiers rode the war horses he trained and, under his leadership, galloped across the grasslands and any corner of the world, unrivaled.

The horses came to the two of them and stopped obediently, some wagging their tails, some lowering their heads to eat grass, and some pouting and playing with their companions. Old Zhu walked up, touched the horse king intimately, and said to Zhu Zhanjun: "Kangxi is really a good horse. Half of these foals are bred from it."

"Look at the strong muscles and tall stature. They are all top-grade war horses."

Kangxi is the name of the Horse King, a name given by Zhu Zhanjun.

He also has a brother named Aobai and several sons named Yongzheng and Qianlong...

Zhu Zhanjun walked up and touched Kangxi, and the guy immediately shook off Zhu and tried to please Zhu Zhanjun with a fawning look on his face.

"You bastard, don't you remember who bathes and brushes your hair every day? You have no conscience." Old Zhu slapped the horse's butt in anger.

Kangxi swung his tail and turned back to glare at Lao Zhu. Amid Lao Zhu's laughter and scolding, Kangxi raised his head proudly and continued to take a walk with his wife, children and brothers.

"You heartless thing, I will castrate you later and let your brother Aobai be the horse king."

Old Zhu pretended to be angry, pointed at Kangxi and cursed him, then took Zhu Zhanjun back to the wooden house.

"We'll start training them tomorrow. In three days at most, they'll be excellent war horses."

Old Zhu took another sip of rice wine and said with emotion: "If we had this space back then and could train horses so quickly, we would have beaten the barbarians on the grassland to a pulp long ago."

Glancing at the wooden box next to him, Lao Zhu asked, "What did you bring this time?"

"This time my grandson brought some good stuff. Whether I can make a lot of money in the future depends on this."

Zhu Zhanjun carried the box to the table. Old Zhu took a look and his eyes lit up instantly: "Little bastard, you are smart enough. Why didn't we think of growing sweet potatoes to make sugar? This is much more valuable than grain."

As an emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang naturally understood the people's livelihood. When he was a child, he would drool when he saw others eating candy. Later, when he gained power, he satisfied his cravings.

When he took the first bite of candy, Lao Zhu realized for the first time that there were such sweet things in the world.

Although there was no shortage of sweets in the Ming Dynasty, sugar was still a rare commodity that only the upper class could enjoy.

With the terrifying planting speed in Space, Lao Zhu believes that in the near future, the price of sugar will be acceptable to ordinary people and will flow into thousands of households.

"And these."

As Zhu Zhanjun spoke, he took out some pepper spice seeds.

He found this in the palace and it was brought back by Zheng He from thousands of miles away.

Zheng He was a smart man. He not only brought back edible spices, but also some seeds, hoping that they would flourish in the Ming Dynasty and no longer need external support.

On the way to Huangzhuang, after hearing about it from Zheng He, Zhu Zhanjun asked Xiaohu, who had rushed over, to go to the old man and ask for it.

What his grandson wanted was not something expensive, just some spice seeds. Naturally, the old man would not be stingy. He waved his hand and gave half of it to Zhu Zhanjun.

"Tsk tsk tsk... you little bastard, let me congratulate you on making a fortune."

Looking at the sugarcane and spice seeds in front of him, Old Zhu could already imagine that Zhu Zhanjun had made a fortune from sugar and various spices.

"Grandpa, you are wrong." Zhu Zhanjun looked at Old Zhu seriously.

Old Zhu looked up in confusion, not understanding where he had gone wrong.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at Old Zhu and said seriously, "It is our Ming Dynasty that has made a fortune, not your grandson. We must have a sense of the overall situation and not just care about ourselves, otherwise people will say that we are making money against our conscience and competing with the people for profits."

"Hahaha, you little bastard, right, right, it's us in the Ming Dynasty who are making money."

(End of this chapter)