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

Chapter 75: Lao Zhu, the number one physical sleep aid (begging for subscription)
Zhu Zhanjun didn't care at all when Xie Jin came.

He knew best whether he needed to study or not. The teacher's coming was just a cover.

After having lunch in advance, Zhu Zhanjun did not stay in the palace for long, but went directly to check the shops in the city.

"Your Highness."

Qiu Yuan, who was busy settling accounts, hurried over to greet Zhu Zhanjun when he saw him coming.

"How's business these days?"

Looking at the sparsely populated shop, Zhu Zhanjun asked.

Qiu Yuan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Since the auction that day, business has been getting worse day by day."

Fearing that Zhu Zhanjun would think he was not working hard, Qiu Yuan explained: "We sell these things for a story. Rich people don't like these things, and poor people can't afford them."

"If we earn more than ten taels of silver every day, it's already a good harvest."

Pointing at the deserted front door, Qiu Yuan said helplessly, "We haven't had a single business deal since this morning. If this continues, we'll have to close down."

Zhu Zhanjun was not surprised at all.

The reason why the items sold so well at the opening auction was because those people wanted to establish connections in the palace, not because they really wanted the shabby furniture in the East Palace.

This thing will be an antique in the future, and if it were put on the present, to put it bluntly, if it were put on a rich street, no one would even pick it up.

"Don't worry. The opening now is just to give you time to adapt and learn some experience. The big business will come at the end of the year."

After comforting the housekeeper, Zhu Zhanjun asked again, "Have you got the things and people you asked for from the Ministry of Works?"

Qiu Yuan nodded and said, "With His Majesty's handwritten letter, there is no obstruction from the Ministry of Works, and the personnel have been sent over."

"As for the materials."

Zhu Zhanjun looked at him.

Qiu Yuan sighed softly, "In order to prepare for the Northern Expedition, the court has already used up most of the supplies. They really don't have that much. I checked the warehouses and what they took should be enough."

After that, he added: "But they also said that once the materials arrive, they will replenish them for us as soon as possible."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded.

He was well aware of the current situation of the court, and being able to give a little was already a face for the old man.

If it was the Minister of Revenue Xia Yuanji, that old bastard would definitely not spit out a single seed.

"Okay then, I'll go back first, you stay here and watch."

After leaving the shop, Zhu Zhanjun went straight back to the imperial estate.

The imperial farm is very lively today.

In a specially reserved open space, the tenants of the imperial farm and the soldiers transferred from the Shenji Camp were building a large-scale project under the command of some old men.

They were not building a residence for Zhu Zhanjun, but a greenhouse, and also an initial experimental workshop.

It is already the middle of October and it is actually too late to build a greenhouse now.

But some things are just like that. They have a source, so they are easier to accept than just coming out of thin air.

The experimental room is used to experiment and make some samples.

Knowledge is just knowledge after all. Without actual practice, it is useless to have a picture in your head.

"Your Highness, what should we do with our training next?"

Seeing Zhu Zhanjun, Jiang An, who was still a little weak, hurried over to him.

Zhu Zhanjun took him into the study and threw a small notebook he had prepared over him.

Jiang An took it and looked at it, and saw the words written on it: Shen Ji Training Manual.

"I have written most of the training methods above, so you can practice according to them."

"Also, I won't go to the camp unless there is something else going on. You need to learn how to manage the army."

"Next year, the old man will lead you to the Northern Expedition. I may not follow you then. You must perform well and get some merits to remove the deputy commander above you."

Jiang An, who was flipping through the training manual, was startled when he heard this and said quickly, "Your Highness, you are not going to take over the Shenji Camp."

Zhu Zhanjun looked up at him and said, "Why, you just had a chance to become a commander, and you're planning to betray your master and seek glory?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang An immediately smiled and shook his head repeatedly.

"How dare I? How come I can appear in the Divine Machine Camp? I know the reason."

"Your Highness's kindness will be forever unforgettable to me. Let alone a small honor, even if you force me with a knife, I will not betray Your Highness."

"Okay, stop flattering me and get busy."

"Ugh."

Jiang An responded, put the booklet in his arms, and left happily.

From today on, he, a captain of the border army, now has a backer.

After sending Jiang An away, Zhu Zhanjun walked into a specially prepared room.

The room was filled with shelves of all sizes, on which were placed flower pots with various seedlings growing inside. In the middle, there was a half-foot-high pool in which sweet potato seedlings were being cultivated.

Zhu Zhanjun was glad that he came from the countryside and knew how to grow corn, potatoes and sweet potatoes.

Looking at the thriving sweet potato seedlings, Zhu Zhanjun couldn't help but recall the scene when he was a child, accompanying his grandmother to plant sweet potato seedlings with a basket in the heavy rain.

This nursery room was also used as a cover so that its origin could be explained in the future.

In order to ensure the safety of these seedlings, hundreds of imperial guards take turns to stand guard here.

The old man had said that except for Zhu Zhanjun, him and the queen, anyone who dared to approach them privately would be killed without mercy, not even the crown prince.

It can be seen how much importance the old man attaches to these seedlings.

Zhu Zhanjun was busy in the seedling room until dark before he came out.

"Your Highness, dinner is ready."

Qiu Xue and Qiu Yu, who were waiting far away, secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Zhu Zhanjun coming out.

The looks in those guards' eyes were terrifying.

Just when they wanted to call Zhu Zhanjun to eat, they took a step forward and some guards drew their knives.

They even saw several people on the roof with bows and crossbows aiming at them.

The two frightened maids quickly stepped back and dared not come any closer.

"Don't come here again. They have the right to shoot anyone."

"After dinner, everyone will receive ten slaps on the hand, and hit each other to teach each other a lesson."

After listening to the report from the captain of the guard, Zhu Zhanjun scolded the two men with a stern face.

The palace has strict rules and regulations. These two girls are his maids, so they will inevitably have to walk around the palace in the future.

You have to understand the rules, otherwise you won’t even know how you died.

The two little girls didn't dare to say a word and followed Zhu Zhanjun with their heads down.

When I arrived at the room, Quan had already prepared dinner.

A simple four dishes and one soup.

After finishing a dinner with very strong Korean characteristics, Zhu Zhanjun drank a large pot of water and then lay down on the bed in satisfaction.

Old Zhu has been urging him all day. If it weren't for the fact that the old man wouldn't sleep in broad daylight, Zhu Zhanjun would have been pulled in to sleep long ago.

"Hurry up, little bastard. We've already made the bed for you. We can't wait any longer."

As soon as Zhu Zhanjun entered the space, Old Zhu hurriedly pulled him to the small pond and pointed at the bed next to the pond with an anxious look on his face.

"Why are you here?"

Zhu Zhanjun was completely confused.

Zhu Biao next to him said helplessly: "Your great grandfather was afraid that something might happen if he moved to another place, so he made the bed here."

"If he wasn't worried that you wouldn't sleep comfortably and couldn't dream, he wouldn't even make the bed."

Zhu Zhanjun: ???

"Oh, don't worry about these details!"

Old Zhu waved his hand and pressed Zhu Zhanjun onto the bed while Empress Ma, Zhu Biao and Zhu Qizhen were speechless.

"Come on, come on, go to sleep!"

After saying that, he picked up the stick from the side, his face full of anticipation as he thought of his fourth son.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the stick swinging above his head and said with tears in his eyes, "Grandpa, are you sure I can fall asleep like this? Why don't you just hit me with the stick and make me pass out?"

"Uh." Old Zhu frowned, then his eyes lit up: "That's a solution."

Zhu Zhanjun: ???

Zhu Biao:? ? ?
Empress Ma couldn't stand it anymore and pushed Zhu Yuanzhang, who was eager to take action, aside.

"You are such a good fellow, Zhu Chongba. If you dare to touch the child, you will sleep with your horse king Kangxi for the rest of your life."

Old Zhu, who was pushed and staggered, waved his hands and said, "No, sister, I don't mean to do anything. I'm just thinking about how to make the child fall asleep quickly."

Empress Ma glared at him, sat down on the bed, and let Zhu Zhanjun rest his head on her legs. She gently patted Zhu Zhanjun's back and hummed a little tune.

"Grandpa, I hope you don't get beaten too hard."

After praying for the old man in his heart and listening to Empress Ma's song, Zhu Zhanjun closed his eyes.

After a while, just when Old Zhu was eager to try and was about to step forward to take action, Zhu Zhanjun opened his eyes and looked at Old Zhu who was approaching.

A little embarrassed, he said, "Well, great grandfather, I really can't sleep."

Old Zhu glared, then silently rolled up his sleeves and raised the stick.

(End of this chapter)