My father Yongle, building a five-good family

Chapter 92 Who is being led by whom?
Daoyan didn't hear clearly what Zhu Gaoyu said at first, but when he got closer and listened clearly, his expression became indescribable.

This kid doesn't lack money, so why does he look like a money-grubber?
The key point is that he is immoral... This kid basically has his eyes on everyone, even Xiao Xu's share.

From this point of view, this kid doesn't seem to be that bad...

Monk Daoyan rubbed his brows and for the first time had an idea... It was a good thing that he became a monk.

The job of raising a child, especially a child like Zhu Gaoyu, is so confusing and difficult to understand.

The young man from the Western Regions in front of him did not show any restraint when he saw the people in the teahouse.

Instead, he was particularly calm. He came to the teahouse, took out a silver ingot, put it on the table, and spoke in a cumin-flavored accent:

"Waiter, bring a pot of Biluochun."

Do you know how to drink this pot of tea?
Zhu Gaoyu silently grabbed another piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

Instead of the atmosphere in the teahouse becoming quieter due to the boy's arrival, it became even more lively.

Zhu Gaoyu and Daoyan looked at each other. Seeing that the monk had a calm look, Zhu Gaoyu thought that the monk knew something and blinked.

Daoyan was still observing the movement over there. When he saw Zhu Gaoyu approaching, he gave him a perfunctory push:
"Let's play while we're at it."

Zhu Gaoyu understood immediately.

He thought the monk knew this person, but it turned out he knew nothing about it.

At this moment, the filter of the wise and wicked Prime Minister in black was broken.

Zhu Gaoyu thought about it, then quietly got down from the stool, moved closer to the young man from the Western Regions, and eavesdropped on their conversation openly.

This young man from the Western Regions was the first time that Zhu Gaoyu and Monk Daoyan met him.

But it was obvious that the scholars who had been hanging around in teahouses for a long time were no strangers to him.

Through the greetings and whispers, Zhu Gaoyu finally learned his identity and name.

The visitor was Sultan Arslan, a down-and-out nobleman from the Kingdom of Rumi. Due to family reasons, he ventured into a caravan and successfully arrived in Datong City, one of the border towns of the Ming Dynasty, from the distant Western Regions after the fall of the Timurid Empire.

When Zhu Gaoyu first heard about the so-called Lumi Kingdom, he was a little confused. However, after following his steps and comparing them one by one with the help of his memory, he finally understood.

Isn’t the so-called Rumi Kingdom the Ottoman Empire, which was originally the westernmost end of the Silk Road?
The Ottoman Empire was rich in gems, spices, carpets, and…firearms.

Now is the early Ming Dynasty, and the famous red cannon, tiger squatting cannon and falconet cannon that we remember have not yet appeared.

There are muskets, but they are obviously not as powerful as matchlock rifles.

But here comes the problem... According to Zhu Gaoyu, the matchlock gun at that time was still in its embryonic stage and had many unstable structures.

If in another fifty or sixty years, the matchlock gun has been improved, it will obviously have greater strategic significance than the current musket.

But...what if it happened now?
Although Zhu Gaoyu didn't know much about firearms, he firmly believed that some things could be used as references to learn from each other's strengths and overcome one's weaknesses.

As for how to make the best of one's strengths and overcome one's weaknesses, that depends on one's specialization.

It's impossible to expect a five-year-old child to be an all-rounder, right?

Playing with mud and making cement and concrete can probably be considered good luck.

But if he had invented firearms, at Zhu Gaoyu's age, he could be called a monster.

Just when Zhu Gaoyu wanted to approach and get close to the Sultan, the Sultan inside took the initiative to inquire about the news.

The people of the Western Regions have strong skeletons, and because of years of trekking, the sixteen-year-old Sultan looks like he is in his twenties.

All I could hear was him speaking with an awkward accent:
"Everyone... Excuse me, are cement and concrete really so magical? Was this thing... really invented by a little kid? Could it be..."

Before he could finish his words, the scholar next to him interrupted him hastily:

"Sultan, please don't talk nonsense, that's the youngest son of the King of Yan!"

The Sultan touched his nose awkwardly:

"I didn't mean that. I just feel a little surprised. The Ming Dynasty is really a magical country. However, a young child can actually have such a magical invention... I just don't know..."

"Cough cough..."

Before he could finish his words, the Sultan heard a cough, interrupting what he was about to say.

But he wasn't angry either.

After all, he is not in his hometown now, nor is he a high-ranking nobleman, but a down-and-out noble who followed the caravan to Ming Dynasty, wanting to make a fortune through Ming Dynasty, and then return to his hometown to restore the glory of the Arsalan family.

When he turned his head and saw a boy who was dressed simply but had a jade pendant around his waist, the Sultan, with his businessman's eyesight, keenly sensed that the jade pendant seemed to be somewhat extraordinary.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Zhu Gaoyu suddenly showed a shy smile:

"Were you praising me just now? I like to hear people speak the truth. Can you say it again?"

"..."

Daoyan, who was not far away, turned his face slightly, picked up the teacup in his hand, took a sip, and used this to cover half of his face, as if he wanted to distance himself from Zhu Gaoyu.

He definitely doesn't know this guy...

This kid can do everything, even embarrass himself...

……

Look at the other side.

When the Sultan heard Zhu Gaoyu's words, he did not say anything at first, but frowned in confusion.

Then, as if he had thought of something, he raised his voice sharply, suddenly rushed in front of Zhu Gaoyu, and said in a shrill voice:
"You... are the grandson of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, the son of Prince of Yan, His Highness Zhu Gaoyu, who invented cement and concrete?!" It is undeniable.

Zhu Gaoyu was pleased.

He sighed slightly, his fox tail raised again, and he spoke like a child showing off:
"Actually... I did more than that..."

Zhu Gaoyu was still thinking about which of his "great achievements" to choose...

But the next second, he saw a gem as big as a pigeon egg suddenly appear in front of him.

He frowned and wanted to scold.

What's the meaning? !

Is Zhu Gaoyu one of those people who are corrupted by money? !

He raised his head and looked at the Sultan, and saw that this noble boy from the Lumi Kingdom was rubbing his hands nervously:

"Your Highness, I don't have any bad intentions. I just want to make friends with you..."

Zhu Gaoyu pushed the gem back and coughed dryly:
"actually……"

Before he could finish his words, two gems as big as pigeon eggs appeared before his eyes.

The Sultan was a little anxious and embarrassed:
"I don't have many gems on me right now..."

Zhu Gaoyu looked very calm.

Ah!
He has grown up!

Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.

How could these few gems be enough to sway the son of the Prince of Yan...

Just as I was thinking about it, a pile of gems appeared in front of me.

When it was placed in Zhu Gaoyu's palm, it looked like a small hill, piled up into a heap.

But Zhu Gaoyu looked at this shiny "lump" with eyes full of love.

He could almost imagine how his aunt, mother and sister-in-law would praise him when he gave them the gem...

Zhu Gaoyu clenched his fist, placed it to his lips, and coughed softly.

He tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that were trying to curl up:

"What I mean is, it's not easy to talk outside. If you have anything to say, let's find a quiet place and talk slowly."

After saying this, Zhu Gaoyu put the gem back into the Sultan's hands.

As a person, you must first have a broad vision.

Moreover, my father once said, if you see what you want, I will carve it myself.

Zhu Gaoyu was deeply impressed by this sentence, which roughly means that as a monarch, if you reveal your likes and desires, the ministers under you will follow suit.

As a person in a superior position, the most important thing is not to be led by people and emotions.

At this moment, if Zhu Gaoyu really accepted the gem, it would mean that he liked it. In the following process, he would most likely be led by the Sultan from the Western Regions.

Zhu Gaoyu did not believe that this Sultan, who had traveled along the Silk Road and experienced untold hardships to reach the Ming Dynasty, would be as simple and harmless as he appeared on the surface.

When Monk Daoyan saw Zhu Gaoyu's little action, a smile flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, he also stood up, walked behind Zhu Gaoyu calmly, and then walked into the private room on the second floor of the teahouse.

The Sultan didn't notice anything at first, but when the door of the private room was closed, he turned around, his pupils suddenly shrank, and then he realized the presence of Yao Guangxiao.

This monk in black and white robes, with a pair of inverted triangle eyes and messy eyebrows like thick ink, did not have the compassionate temperament of an ordinary monk. Instead, he looked even more murderous.

And the Sultan actually discovered such a person, whom he had not noticed at all just now!

His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously felt that the old monk was not simple. Even his gaze towards Zhu Gaoyu, who had been smiling foolishly, changed slightly.

The Sultan always had a feeling about the businessman's intuition.

That is, is this kid in front of me pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?
I don't know why, but the Sultan, who always felt that he had a sure win and wanted to bring out his tragic past to impress the little kid in front of him, suddenly felt... a little timid.

He sat on the chair, hesitated for a moment, and then followed his plan and told his past...

"Your Highness of the Ming Dynasty, I come from the distant country of Lumi and am a member of the Arsalan family..."

"Later, my family was in turmoil and I was forced to leave my hometown. On the way to Daming, I encountered unimaginable torture and difficulties..."

"Finally, after going through countless hardships, I brought my caravan to Daming, and finally met you..."

Zhu Gaoyu stretched out his hand.

Immediately, a burst of applause rang out.

“Nice story.”

He smiled and spoke.

But the Sultan's heart sank.

This kid...is not easy to deal with...

After finishing writing, I took medicine and went to sleep immediately. I will get up early tomorrow, and the update may be in the evening, but not as late as today. I have run out of drafts, so I will gradually advance the update time, but the update of 6,000 words a day will not be less. Thank you for your understanding.

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