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

Chapter 53: Sandbox Simulation, Contact with Government Affairs (Seeking Reading, Investment, Collection)
"As an emperor and commander, when facing enemy forces, don't take them seriously. Otherwise, if you get nervous, your subordinates will also get nervous."

"But once the two sides go to war, even if the opposing commander has a pig tied to his neck, you must treat him as the most powerful enemy in the world."

"Every time you deploy your troops, every time you attack or defend, you must be cautious, cautious, and cautious again."

In a spacious wing of Jiming Temple, the old man was tapping the battle map vigorously with a pointer in his hand, while talking excitedly.

There was only one student in the class, and he was sitting on a small stool, leaning over the table, nodding and writing furiously, Zhu Zhanjun.

When the old man finished speaking and drank water, Zhu Zhanjun stretched out his hand and said, "Grandpa, what you said, I summarize it as despising the enemy strategically and taking the enemy seriously tactically."

The old man who was drinking water was stunned. Yao Guangxiao, the assistant teacher next to him, who was chanting with his eyes closed, stopped the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Empress Xu, who was making winter clothes for Zhu Zhanjun, stopped embroidering.

The three of them looked at Zhu Zhanjun in surprise, their eyes full of admiration and joy.

"Well said." The old man excitedly placed the teacup in his hand heavily on the table, and he didn't even realize that the slightly hot tea splashed on his hand.

"Come here, pen and ink."

Mother Yun quickly laid out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

The old man wrote this sentence quickly.

After writing, he looked at the sentence and nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.

"Hahaha, old monk, you see, this is our grandson."

The old man was well-known for his love of showing off. Since there were no ministers around him, it was pointless to show off to his wife, so he directly set his sights on the old monk.

Yao Guangxiao clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name, "The Second Emperor's grandson's talent is rare in ancient and modern times. He will definitely be a famous general in the future."

"Hahaha, is there any need to explain this? Look who his grandfather is."

The old man was so cocky.

Today is the fourth day since Zhu Zhanjun came back. Since the old man made certain decisions in his heart, he no longer hides them.

On the morning when Zhu Zhanjun just returned, the old man dragged Zhu Zhanjun to the prepared classroom and began to teach him the art of war.

Empress Xu and Yao Guangxiao served as assistant teachers to supplement the teaching content.

Yao Guangxiao was a man who dared to give the old man a white hat. He was called a demon monk with unparalleled scheming.

Empress Xu was the daughter of General Xu Da. She was influenced by him since childhood and her knowledge of military strategies was unmatched.

During the Battle of Beiping, many people thought that the credit went to Zhu Pangpang. But the old man and the Zhu family knew that most of the credit came from this female Zhuge.

In the old man's words, your grandmother is now the queen, but as a woman, she cannot lead troops to fight.

Otherwise, with your grandmother's ability, 90% of the generals of the Ming Dynasty would have to admit defeat.

Not to mention the old man, he is also a leader among emperors of all dynasties.

The personal teaching of these three people, from ancient times to the present, can be regarded as the top teaching force.

In addition to teaching, he often used historical battles and had Zhu Zhanjun simulate them on a sand table.

Zhu Zhanjun's performance did not disappoint the three. In ten sand table simulations, Zhu Zhanjun's record was 6 wins, 3 draws and one loss.

This made the three of them extremely excited. A famous general who would shock people of ancient and modern times was about to be born in their hands.

Of course, they didn’t know that behind Zhu Zhanjun stood a powerful military adviser.

Zhu Zhanjun knew very well how capable he was. If he relied solely on his ability to fight against these three opponents, let alone achieve this record, it would be amazing if he could draw once out of ten times.

Winning by cheating is dishonorable, but Zhu Zhanjun has no other choice. He must establish a military genius in the minds of the three people. Yesterday, he took out the Battle of Tumubao and conducted a deduction with the old man.

The results of the battle made Zhu Zhanjun ashamed.

He was responsible for playing Yesen's troops, while the old man was in charge of the imperial troops.

Under the same terrain and the same time limit, the old man's performance made Zhu Zhanjun feel ashamed.

After the final statistics, the old man had severely damaged the grassland troops at the cost of 8,000 casualties. The number of casualties in the troops under Zhu Zhanjun's command was more than 30% higher than the actual casualties he had suffered.

After completing the sand table simulation, the old man was still curious about which battle in history this was.

Zhu Zhanjun directly said that he had deduced the war model in his imagination, and told the details of Tumu Fort.

After hearing this, the old man sneered and said that with this kind of troop distribution, even if a pig was tied to the commander-in-chief, the situation would not have turned out to be what Zhu Zhanjun described.

He also criticized Zhu Zhanjun, saying that the Ming Dynasty had a strong military force and this type of battle would never happen within a hundred years.

In the space, Zhu Qizhen, who was dragged by Old Zhu to attend the class, was beaten severely by Old Zhu again.

Zhu Qizhen felt so wronged. It was true that he made a mistake, but he didn't deserve to be beaten three times a day.

Whose good child gets beaten three times a day? Does it really prove the saying that when you have nothing to do, just beat your children to pass the time?
"Let's go... this should be made clear."

The old man liked it more and more as he looked at it. He rolled up the paper and told the old monk to leave.

Zhu Zhanjun thought the get out of class was over and was about to get up when the old man came back.

"boom!"

A big box hit Zhu Zhanjun's desk. Looking at the box that was taller than where he was sitting, Zhu Zhanjun looked at the old man in confusion.

The old man patted Zhu Zhanjun on the head and said, "This is a recent memorial. Please approve it and I will check it later."

After saying this, he hummed a little tune and left with Yao Guangxiao.

The old man felt very comfortable these days.

He teaches in a relaxed manner every day, accompanied by his wife and grandson. He used to be busy with government affairs every day, but he left the unimportant things to his grandson. It was so relaxing.

Looking at the memorial that could not be completed until dark, Zhu Zhanjun's mouth twitched and his eyes turned to Empress Xu.

"This is your grandfather training you. Study hard. Grandma is here to accompany you."

Empress Xu smiled and comforted him, then asked Mother Yun to bring a bowl of tonic to nourish her grandson.

Zhu Zhanjun had no choice but to put his study book aside and picked up a memorial to read.

Most of the memorials written by these officials were in classical Chinese, and in order to show off their writing skills to the old man, they wrote in a very flowery and ornate style.

Zhu Zhanjun, who was used to simplified and straightforward writing, found it very difficult to read and could only analyze each word with a frown.

After finishing reading it, I found that only the last few sentences were useful, and the previous ones were all nonsense.

With a gloomy face, he picked up the cinnabar pen and wrote on it quickly.

Empress Xu, who was making clothes, took a look and couldn't help but chuckle, but she didn't disturb her grandson from working.

Zhu Zhanjun was busy until dusk, and only then did he walk out of the teaching room, holding his sore wrist.

Looking at the sunset at dusk, Zhu Zhanjun felt that the fiery clouds were filled with words.

"Damn it, it actually feels pretty good to be a prince who's raised like a pig."

(End of this chapter)