My father Yongle, building a five-good family

Chapter 146 Dad, I pulled the cannon over here!

Zhu Di savored the taste of the "square" just now. It was crispy, salty and fragrant, and it seemed that a little wheat bran was added in it?
But the weird thing is, it doesn’t taste bad at all.

With the addition of hazelnuts and walnuts, your mouth is full of fragrance.

The most important thing is... this thing is solid!
Eating a palm-sized piece of food and drinking some water will make you feel about 70% full.

Zhu Gaoyu was still babble-ing:

"...When I was in Peking before, I heard that eating only fried rice in the army would cause edema and so on. Based on what the doctor said, I improved the army rations... It contains flour, wheat bran, and hazelnuts..."

In this long passage, Zhu Di keenly captured a word.

"You said this is military rations?"

Zhu Gaoyu was showing off when he was suddenly interrupted like this, and his mood immediately became sour.

"Don't talk nonsense. Are you telling me or you telling me? Did you improve the military rations?"

When Zhu Neng and Zhang Yu heard this, they immediately turned their heads away, one looking at the sky and the other at the ground, but they did not look at Zhu Gaoyu and Zhu Di, father and son.

Zhu Di endured it again and again, put on a ferocious smile, and refused to say a word, waiting for Zhu Gaoyu to speak.

He wanted to see what this kid could say.

Thinking of this, Zhu Di silently clenched his hands into fists and then put them in his sleeves.

Zhu Gaoyu, who was still talking, suddenly felt a chill on his back for some reason, as if something was staring at him.

But this feeling was only fleeting.

Soon, he started blowing loudly again.

In fact, the bran compressed biscuits in Zhu Gaoyu's hand are just so-so, but the rare thing is that this idea is quite novel and clever.

If we have to talk about the technical content, it would probably be the bread kiln.

So Zhu Gaoyu started blowing towards the bread kiln.

"My earthen kiln is different from other earthen kilns. Not only is the chimney carefully designed, but a baffle is also specially made. At the same time, the uniformity of heating has also been greatly improved..."

Zhu Di didn't like to hear this.

He asked:
"Are the rations you brought enough for now?"

Zhu Gaoyu was still talking nonstop, but when he heard his father's sudden question, he was a little slow to react and subconsciously replied:
"Enough food! It doesn't matter even if everyone is as good at eating as you, Dad!"

state!
Zhu Di narrowed his eyes and punched Zhu Gaoyu, but seemed unsatisfied. He stretched out his hand and rubbed the back of his eldest son's neck, as if he was ready to slap him at any time.

Zhu Gaoyu finally came back to his senses from his boastful state, and he seemed to be trembling under the pressure from his blood.

Zhu Di just smiled:
"Can you talk properly?"

"father……"

"May I ask you?"

"can……"

Woo woo woo, thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west.

Dad, don’t bully me, Zhu Gaoyu, because I’m young!

It was time for dinner, and Zhu Di asked a few people to taste the military rations, and they all gave positive reviews, so he asked people to distribute today's military rations.

Zhu Neng, Zhang Yu and even Qiu Fu, who had just been promoted as deputy commanders, were gathered together at this moment to study this small piece of military rations.

After days of running around, Zhu Neng's dark circles under his eyes became more prominent.

He was the first to lose patience and picked up a piece of the crumbs to taste.

After tasting it, Zhu Neng's eyes lit up.

Of course, these compressed bran biscuits are not as delicious as hot meals.

But compared to things like fried rice, it can be called a delicacy.

Even when the situation was bad during a disaster, there would be some "surprises" like small stones and gravel mixed in the fried rice and other military rations.

Perhaps the memories of fried rice were too painful, Zhu Neng finished the bran biscuits in just a few bites.

At the end, Zhu Neng smacked his lips.

If you are not on the march or fighting, having a glass of wine while eating would make you feel as happy as a god.

As he was thinking, he came to his senses and saw Qiu Fu and Zhang Yu looking at him with wide eyes.

Qiu Fu was dazed.

He seemed a little bit unbelievable:
“Is it really that delicious?”

Zhu Neng can give an objective evaluation: "Anyway, it's much better than fried rice, and it tastes really good."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Yu and Qiu Fu took a bite with half belief and half doubt. At the beginning, their movements were a little slow.

But after they swallowed the small piece of bran biscuit in their mouths, they immediately finished the biscuit at a speed faster than Zhu Neng, grunting.

Qiu Fu gulped down another large glass of water, then wiped his mouth and sighed:
"Your Highness is indeed the offspring of His Highness the Prince of Yan. He is young, but he does things in a proper manner. The things he made are surprisingly good."

Zhang Yu then continued:

"Haven't you heard what's mixed into the military rations? Eating too much fried rice not only makes the rice dry, but also swollen. When I accompanied the prince deep into the desert, I ate so much military rations that I got sore throats."

Finally, Zhang Yu looked at the biscuit crumbs in his hand and nodded:

"I think this military ration is pretty good. Compared to eating fried rice, eating this military ration is like enjoying a life of luxury."

As they spoke, they looked for Zhu Gaoyu.

In just a short while, Zhu Gaoyu disappeared again.

Also missing was Zhu Di. …

In fact, when Zhu Di was excitedly dragged away by Zhu Gaoyu, he already had some feelings.

When Zhu Di saw the smiling Sultan and the Urban Cannon beside him, he suddenly had a feeling that "it is as expected".

But it must be said...the Urban cannon brought by Zhu Gaoyu can indeed solve the problem of long-term siege.

If we can take it down with artillery, why do we have to surround the city and sacrifice human lives to do so?

Zhu Gaoyu began to brag again:
"Dad, with my keen strategic vision, I can tell at a glance that you must have been stopped outside Jizhou City. Dad is in trouble, and your son will come to help..."

Zhu Di was displeased and glanced at him:
"Stop putting gold on your face."

"Hahaha……"

Zhu Gaoxu came to them at some point, with Zhu Gaosui beside him.

After hearing Zhu Di's words, Zhu Gaosui was able to remain calm, but Zhu Gaoxu couldn't wait to laugh out loud and mock Zhu Gaoxu.

Zhu Gaoyu snorted coldly and looked at the second brother.

If he can’t handle his father, could he not handle the foolish second son?
Zhu Gaoyu only said one sentence.

"Smile again and don't even think about eating the military rations I made."

Zhu Gaoxu: …

Isn't it just making some cookies?

As for using chicken feathers as a token of authority and being so arrogant?
Is it true that without Zhu Gaoyu, we still can’t eat hairy pigs?

He just didn't believe that the boss, sitting in Peking, could cut off the military ration supply at the front line with his skills?
……

Peking City.

Zhu Gaochi was sitting with his mother at this moment, discussing all matters big and small in the city of Beiping.

Although Xu Miaoyun is a woman, she is not an ordinary woman.

As the eldest daughter of Xu Da, Xu Miaoyun was known as a female scholar and was also a virtuous wife to Prince of Yan Zhu Di.

The reason why Prince of Yan could hand over the city of Beiping to Zhu Gaochi this time and head south without any worries was that Xu Miaoyun was also in Beiping... which played a big part in the reason.

When things were almost discussed, Zhu Gaochi sighed:

"By now, I should have reached Tongzhou, but I don't know if Dad has taken down Jizhou."

Xu Miaoyun was flipping through the account book in her hand. When she heard this, she looked up at Zhu Gaochi:

"If Jizhou is captured, Zunhua and Miyun can be easily taken."

Zhu Gaochi thought about it and finally pulled out a few familiar figures from his memory. He hesitated and tried:
"Mom, I remember that the commander of Zunhua was Jiang Yu, and the commander of Miyun was Zheng Heng. Zheng Heng was originally an old subordinate of Dad. If Zunhua was taken, Miyun would naturally surrender. But Jiang Yu..."

Xu Miaoyun closed the account book in her hand, her expression calm and composed.
"Jiang Yu is a fence-sitter. Once he is able to gain an advantage in the siege, he will naturally choose to surrender."

Finally, Xu Miaoyun concluded:
"If we want to capture Jizhou and quickly capture Zunhua and Miyun, the most important thing is one word - fast."

We attacked them by surprise!

This is what Xu Miaoyun thinks.

The whole family of Prince Yan is just like what the saying goes.

Not a family, do not enter the door.

Not only Xu Miaoyun, but also several brothers of the Zhu family and Zhu Di thought so.

Now we must seize the time difference for information to travel back and forth while the imperial court has not yet reacted, occupy the area near Peking, and wipe out the army in Peking. This will give the Jingnan Rebellion a chance to catch its breath and advance or retreat.

Therefore, at sunset, when many soldiers had rested and were ready to go, one Urban cannon after another had already been pushed onto the battlefield.

In the city of Jizhou, Ma Xuan and Commander Mao stood on the city wall, looking at the cannons, and felt their hearts pounding.

The soldiers around were also worried when they saw this situation.

It would be fine if we had a real fight with real guns and swords.

But these people were standing on the city wall, ready.

But what about Prince Yan’s Northern Army?

There is no trace of him at all!

Instead, there were cannons firing at the city walls.

The Northern Army didn't just come up and fire their cannons at them.

When the soldiers on the city wall thought of this way of dying, they couldn't help but feel unwilling and even scared.

It would be too depressing to die like this!

It would be better for him to be chopped to pieces by the personal soldiers under Prince Yan!

Ma Xuan and Commander Mao were also feeling bitter, but now that things had come to this critical juncture, what else could they do?
Hit it!

Soon after this thought came to mind, the ground in the distance seemed to shake, and then deafening sound of artillery fire rang out in the sky.

The city walls trembled, fire rained down from the sky, blood splattered everywhere...

Screams, shouts, and the sound of artillery fire filled my ears...

I don’t know how long it took, but after a round of artillery fire, the whole land became quiet.

There was a big hole in the city wall of Jizhou...

Six thousand today, see you tomorrow~
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(End of this chapter)