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

Chapter 61 Zhu Gaoxu: Am I sure he is my biological son? (Please read, invest, and collect)
"Dad, I'm not saying anything bad about my eldest brother, but it's really inappropriate for the Crown Prince and Crown Princess to bring their children to sell on the street."

Zhu Zhanjun, who had been selling things all day and was preparing to have dinner at Jiming Temple, stopped when he arrived at the old man's door.

Ignoring the strange looks from the palace guards next to him, Zhu Zhanjun made a gesture to keep quiet, tiptoed to the door, and poked his head to look inside.

In the room, the old man was sitting under the lamp reading a book, while Empress Xu was sitting on the brocade couch, threading the needle and continuing to make winter clothes for Zhu Zhanjun.

There were dishes on the dining table, covered with a large bowl. This should be dinner for tonight.

My second uncle Zhu Gaoxu, who had arrived at some point, was reporting to the old man with saliva flying all over his body.

"Well, it's indeed a little inappropriate."

The old man nodded in response, and glanced at Zhu Zhanjun who was peeking at the door, and smiled meaningfully: "But from what I heard, it seems that you asked the boss for money."

Zhu Gaoxu's eyes widened, and he quickly said, "Dad, I don't mean anything else. Your sons know what you think, and this is to help you solve your problem."

"The third brother and I paid the lion's share, and the eldest brother paid for the rest."

"Logically, as the eldest, he should take the lead, but considering that my eldest sister-in-law is in charge of the Eastern Palace, my eldest brother is afraid of my sister-in-law, and I'm afraid he won't be able to take the extra money, so I let him take 10,000."

At this point, Zhu Gaoxu shook his head: "My eldest sister-in-law is really the best. This is a national matter, not money for me. Is there any need to embarrass the eldest brother so much?"

The old man raised his eyebrows and whispered, "Don't stir up trouble. Your sister-in-law is also in trouble."

"Ah, ah, ah..." Zhu Gaoxu nodded repeatedly: "Look at my mouth. My sister-in-law helped me sew clothes when I was a child. I actually said this. I really deserve to be beaten."

After giving him a light slap on the mouth, Zhu Gaoxu rolled his eyes and continued, "Dad, many officials have recently written to me, hoping to let my nephew go to school. After all, he is still young."

"At first, I thought my nephew was smart. With your guidance, why would he need those corrupt scholars?"

"But today..." Zhu Gaoxu shook his head: "I think I should pick a good husband for him. Didn't you see that this brat today..."

"what?"

The old man suddenly looked up.

Zhu Gaoxu knew he had made a mistake and smiled awkwardly, "My second nephew was full of street talk today, talking about money and silver, and he really pissed off Minister Zhao."

"Here it is." He took out a memorial from his sleeve and placed it on the table next to the old man. "He wrote a memorial when he returned. Not only did he impeach my eldest brother, he also suggested finding a teacher for my second nephew."

"Oh, by the way, they also impeached Minister Xia Yuanji."

"Why did he impeach Xia Yuanji?"

The old man asked doubtfully.

Thinking of the two men about to fight at noon, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help laughing and told them what happened today.

The old man shook his head after hearing this, "These two old bastards."

After flipping through the memorial, the old man thought for a while and agreed, "What he said makes sense. The second child has only studied enlightenment. As a member of the royal family, this level of knowledge is definitely not enough."

Zhu Gaoxu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, find him a strict teacher. My second nephew is very naughty, and he can't be controlled without a strict teacher."

"There's a saying that goes, 'A young tree won't grow straight unless it's lifted, and a child won't be obedient unless he's hit.'"

"If he doesn't study hard, I'll catch him and beat him. I'll beat him three times a day to see if he behaves."

The old man had a strange expression on his face and looked behind Zhu Gaoxu who looked excited.

Zhu Gaoxu was a little confused as to why the old man had that expression.

I turned around subconsciously and happened to come face to face with a young man.

"Second uncle!"

Zhu Zhanjun grinned and hid the broom in his hand behind his back without leaving a trace.

Zhu Gaoxu glanced at the broom and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Second nephew."

Looking at the awkward interaction between his second son and second grandson, the old man shook his head and stretched out his legs that were crossed on the chair.

Zhu Zhanjun hurried forward to help the old man put on his shoes.

"I heard that your family made a lot of money today."

"I didn't make any money, it's all my hard work."

Empress Xu put down her needlework, stood up with the help of Mama Yun and said, "You must be hungry after a busy day. Wash your hands and come over for dinner." "Ah!"

Zhu Gaoxu grinned and happily went to wash his hands and eat.

The old man put on his shoes and looked at him in confusion, "Why are you still here? I didn't prepare your meal today. Go back."

Zhu Gaoxu: ???

Zhu Gaoxu walked out of the door, looking back every few steps, and looked at the warm and joyful dining scene with a confused look on his face.

I am your biological son!

After the warm dinner, Empress Xu continued to make clothes, while Zhu Zhanjun and the old man began to take a walk to digest the food.

"You plan to start with the military households and promote high-yield crops."

When we reached the pavilion, the old man suddenly started talking about military households.

"Yes, I don't trust those officials. If I rely on them to promote high-yield crops, I guess these seeds will not reach the hands of ordinary people, but in their private fields. The people who really need them will just starve to death."

Zhu Zhanjun was not at all surprised that the old man knew these things.

This old man has a strong desire for control. It’s hard to say about other places, but to put it in an exaggerated way, he knows exactly how many piglets the sows in the homes of the nobles in the capital have given birth to.

But 90% truth and 10% falsehood is the highest level of lies.

The old man probably would never have dreamed that these high-yield seeds had a fatal flaw, which was that they could only be planted once.

The old man smiled. He liked this kind of honesty.

He is not afraid of his children and grandchildren having ambitions, but he hates them lying to him and hiding the truth from him.

"What are you going to do?"

Arriving at the pavilion, they sat down. The old man stuffed the round fan into Zhu Zhanjun's hand, leaned against the railing, squinted his eyes and planned to listen quietly.

Zhu Zhanjun said while playing with the wind: "My grandson plans to establish a veterans' chamber of commerce to distribute seeds and grains outside the court to prevent local officials from colluding with the gentry and taking the seeds distributed by the court for themselves."

Zhu Zhanjun said seriously: "This is something our Zhu family has found. We must let the people of the world know who cares about them the most."

"For the first batch of promotion, I plan to start with military households."

"They are all soldiers and have a natural ability to follow orders, unlike ordinary people who would resist the unknown."

"This will not only help promote high-yield crops, but will also increase the court's military rations."

"This way you will also be able to complete the plan that Great Grandfather talked about, to raise a million soldiers without consuming a single grain of food from the people."

"In addition, we can also provide some security for the lives of these soldiers who sacrificed their blood and lives for the Ming Dynasty."

"Let them know in their hearts that the Ming Dynasty, for which they sacrificed their lives and blood, and the Zhu royal family, whom they fought so hard to protect, have not forgotten their contributions."

The old man smiled with satisfaction, "Very good, but you still have to give them something, after all, you will still rely on them in the future." Then he asked, "What do you want, or what do you want me to do for you?"

Zhu Zhanjun put the round fan aside, took out a memorial from his sleeve and handed it to the old man.

The old man glanced at Zhu Zhanjun, then took it and unfolded it.

Zhu Zhanjun took the lantern he brought with him to light the way for the old man.

As the old man watched, his expression became uglier and uglier, and in the end, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Snapped!"

The memorial was slammed together, and the old man asked in a cold voice: "How true do you think this is?"

Zhu Zhanjun replied: "I wouldn't say 100%, but at least 70 or 80 percent."

The old man frowned, and after a long time he put the memorial into his sleeve, took out a sign from his arms and threw it to Zhu Zhanjun.

"I agree with your idea. Do your best. This is related to the fate of our Ming Dynasty. There can be no mistakes."

"In addition, I give you the power to execute first and report later. For those below the rank of thousand households, you do not need to report to me. You can execute first and report later."

Zhu Zhanjun lifted his robe and knelt on the ground, holding high the token given by the old man and said in a deep voice: "Grandson obeys your command."

(End of this chapter)