My father Yongle, building a five-good family

Chapter 84 Zhu Di: Everything is under my control

Just when Ge Cheng was thinking about how to get rid of Zhu Gaoyu, the man who disrupted the market price...

The little old man who had been held by Zhu Gaoyu and refused to let go had a look of hope in his eyes.

He looked at Zhu Gaoyu with some trembling, and was about to say something, but when he thought of Zhu Gaoyu's identity, the way he addressed him suddenly changed:

"Is the treatment your highness described true?"

Although Zhu Gaoyu's status was clear, the conditions he offered were too generous.

Three meals a day, both meat and vegetables, long working hours, and cotton clothes to wear...

This treatment is comparable to that of a landlord. Can tenants or even refugees really have it?
Could it be that the youngest son of Prince Yan really has too much money and has no place to spend it?

This thought couldn't help but emerge in everyone's mind.

They had to wonder whether Zhu Gaoyu was exaggerating in these words.

Zhu Gaoyu saw that everyone was ready to act, but still had a hint of hesitation, so he patted his chest and reassured them:

"Don't worry, my father is the King of Yan. If anything happens, you can go and cause trouble for the King of Yan, and I will never stop you."

When Ge Cheng heard this, he broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that he would have to bear the consequences if he went back today.

Not only did he fail to recruit enough refugees, but he also made the prince bear the blame...

Ge Cheng's eyes were vacant, as if he had seen his dark future...

Upon hearing the title of Prince of Yan, many refugees gritted their teeth and actually followed Zhu Gaoyu, preparing to go to work with him in the farm on the outskirts of the city.

They are just a bunch of rotten lives, and have nothing to lose.

If there really is such a magical place, what's the harm in taking a gamble?

Ge Cheng looked at this scene and felt a chill in his heart.

When he turned around, he happened to see the middle-aged man who had asked the question earlier. After hesitating for a moment, he also walked towards the direction where Zhu Gaoyu was.

Ge Cheng's eyes widened: "You're not going to build the wall?!"

The middle-aged man touched the back of his head and smiled honestly:

"I want to go and have a look first... If I can really have three meals a day and be full every time, I would be willing to work like a slave for the rest of my life."

Ge Cheng looked at the few people left, and his eyes darkened again:
"Aren't you afraid that things won't be that good after you get there? I'll still force you to work like oxen. Although building the city wall is a bit hard, it's still the prince's job, so it sounds more serious."

This statement was almost like naming names, saying that Zhu Gaoyu was a child who did things on an impulse and would get into trouble sooner or later.

The refugees were also worried about this, but... they couldn't stand it because Zhu Gaoyu gave them too much!

Go check it out...it's free...

On Zhu Gaoyu's side, a thin young man was seriously recording the number of refugees. When he had enough numbers, he put down his pen and said:

"The village is not big, so we don't need so many people working for the time being. These are enough for now. I will call out names next, and those whose names are called will follow you to the village."

"Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Bao..."

When the names were announced, some were happy and some were worried.

With a nervous mood, these people followed Zhu Gaoyu and gradually walked towards the village on the outskirts of the city.

Zhu Gaoyu looked at the huge crowd of refugees behind him, and suddenly he was filled with heroic spirit. He sat in the carriage and patted Sanbao on the shoulder:

"Sanbao, have you ever doubted me?"

Ma Sanbao was a little confused: "Ah?"

The child's thoughts were so jumpy that even Ma Sanbao, who was familiar with Zhu Gaoyu, could hardly keep up with the pace.

Zhu Gaoyu only sighed and continued:
"I always feel that my intelligence far exceeds that of my peers. Have you ever doubted that I am a natural born with knowledge? Or... am I actually a child prodigy?"

Ma Sanbao's smile was a little forced this time:

"Your Highness, if you don't say such things next time, I might still believe that you are a child prodigy."

Zhu Gaoyu made a gesture:

"I understand. I understand. Keep a low profile. Keep a low profile..."

Ma Sanbao looked at Zhu Gaoyu who was humming a little tune and prayed for him silently.

This kid has robbed so many of his father's men, and maybe when he returns, he will be treated to another meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots.

But then again, Zhu Gaoyu is becoming more and more resilient now.

A few more hits... wouldn't hurt him.

……

rear.

Ge Cheng felt like crying but had no tears when he saw that almost 30% of the refugees had left.

Should he also thank Zhu Gaoyu for not taking all the refugees away?

Ge Cheng didn't dare to act like an official at this moment. He honestly registered all these refugees, and then he took heavy steps, step by step, to find King Yan.

at this time.

Zhu Di was leading his men to test the newly prepared glutinous rice mortar and its hardness.

Although there was no such thing as cement or concrete in the early Ming Dynasty, as early as the Southern and Northern Dynasties, some people tried to mix glutinous rice slurry into aged lime paste and then mix it with some sand and stone to make a paste.

This paste has high viscosity, hardness, and ductility, and is also anti-penetration.

Apart from the high cost, before the emergence of modern cement and concrete, it almost monopolized the construction materials of large ancient city walls.

Seeing Ge Cheng coming over, Zhu Di breathed a sigh of relief:

"Have you finished recruiting refugees?" The chief official of the palace beside him continued to speak, following Zhu Di's words:
"The construction of Datong City Wall is not something that can be done overnight. In addition, the battlements, watchtowers, and shelters also need to be repaired again. The presence of these refugees can actually be a help to us..."

After hearing this, Ge Cheng felt even more guilty, and even his palms became slightly wet.

For a long time, Zhu Di did not wait for the next word from Ge Cheng. He frowned and turned around with some displeasure, but happened to see Ge Cheng's expression.

Almost instantly, Zhu Di realized... something might have gone wrong.

He took the list directly and began to flip through it.

As he was flipping through the pages, Zhu Di suddenly stopped.

Why is there nothing after that?

Just these few refugees?
Zhu Di raised his head and looked at Ge Cheng with scrutiny. He threw the list into his arms and said in a deep voice:

"Is this how you do things?"

Ge Cheng feels wronged!
He grabbed the list in his hand and spoke angrily:
"Your Majesty, it's not that I didn't try hard to recruit refugees, it's that the young prince tried too hard!"

Zhu Di raised his eyebrows.

At this time, he still didn't know the seriousness of the matter. He just felt a little strange, wondering how this matter was related to Zhu Gaoyu again...

That guy should still be fiddling with his cotton.

Zhu Di did not speak, so Ge ​​Cheng rushed to complain:
"Your Majesty, please judge for yourself! Hiring refugees to work, giving them steamed bread and pickles for two meals a day, instead of the gruel they provide for disaster relief, isn't that enough?"

When he said this, Ge Cheng himself felt that he was extremely unlucky:
"Who lets refugees work so that they can have three meals a day, both meat and vegetables, and cotton clothes to wear? Do you call this hiring people to work? I think this is just a charity!"

Looking at Ge Cheng's appearance, Zhu Di didn't know what to say for a moment.

This unlucky son not only robbed his own father, but also robbed his own father.

Isn't this just pure cheating?
But the key point is that we can’t say anything about Zhu Gaoyu.

After all, this kid has good intentions, so he offers... such good conditions, right?

But then again, Zhu Di didn't know what he was thinking about, and his expression quickly calmed down:

"With so many refugees, plus the existing tenants in the manor, it's hard to provide three meals a day for them, plus a cotton-padded jacket for each person. Even if there is a windfall from the confiscation of their property, if we continue to spend more than we earn, this kid will release the refugees sooner or later."

The more he talked, the more Zhu Di felt that this was the case.

He couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face.

Alas, he is still my son after all.

He could easily figure out the boy's behavior.

A faint smile appeared on Zhu Di's face, as if he could already see the boy running to him crying and complaining.

Hmm... should I laugh at him first... or laugh at him... or laugh at him...

The more Zhu Di thought of this, the happier he became.

Hey……

Maybe this is the joy of being a father.

It was at this time that Monk Daoyan, who had always been beside Zhu Di and rarely spoke, suddenly had a mysterious smile on his face after hearing this.

Zhu Di turned his head and smiled when he saw this:

"My youngest son is ignorant, and I am sorry to make you laugh, Master."

Monk Daoyan still looked mysterious:

"I am laughing, not for the reason your Highness thinks."

Zhu Di raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then what is Master laughing at? Could it be that Master thinks that boy can really make some trouble?"

Before Daoyan could speak, Zhu Di was already amused by his own thoughts.

In this world, supernatural powers do exist, and there is even the concept of innate wisdom and knowledge.

However, Zhu Di dared to guarantee that this kid of his definitely... would not be a person with innate wisdom!

Monk Daoyan looked at Zhu Di's face full of disbelief, and the smile on his lips deepened.

After being happy for a while, Zhu Di thought that he was his son after all, and as a father he couldn't always think about laughing at his son. After laughing, he calmed down a little.

But... he flipped through the roster, looked at the number of names on it which had dropped by almost 30%, and began to grit his teeth silently again.

This kid... just wants to pick on him, right? !

Couldn't he just do the same as before and catch his thirteenth uncle Zhu Guikeng?

Suddenly, Zhu Di seemed to have thought of something:
"I remember that there are quite a few servants in Thirteenth Brother's house, right?"

The chief officials of Prince Yan's Mansion who were around were shocked.

These two, father and son...are determined to make things difficult for the King of Dai!
I only heard Zhu Di continue:

"Since he has kept his slaves fat and strong, let's bring them over to work."

I just happened to climb up the city wall and passed by here. Zhu Gui wanted to come and see the lively scene, but a question mark slowly appeared above my head.

No!

Where is the brotherhood?!
and also!

This is Zhu Gui's fiefdom, these people are too arrogant!

Today's first update is here

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