Ming Dynasty: Tanks blocked the door and you said to me, "Long live Ming Dynasty"

Mao Wenlong pretended to be distressed and said, "Hiss—tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

Wang Zhichen waved his knife again, as if looking for the next place to cut.

He said coldly: "One hundred and eighty thousand taels of silver and ten thousand taels of gold cannot buy your life!"

This money was looted by Mao Wenlong from the Tsushima Island Guard House.

The king's ministers feel too few.

I have acted without prior notice this time, and have launched a high-profile expedition to conquer Japan's Tsushima Island. If this is all I gain, I'm afraid Your Majesty will not let me off easily.

As he thought this, he raised the knife in his hand again.

Zong Yizhi was very anxious: "Sir, sir! I still have money! I still have money! I still have a lot of money!"

"All of my family's treasures are actually hidden in a cave in Mushan, Ina County."

"Where are the eight hundred thousand ounces of silver, thirty thousand ounces of gold, and a lot of jewels? They are all there!"

"Sir, you can ask my son Zong Zhizang to bring people to get it!"

Zong Yizhi revealed all his family secrets in one breath.

This is the wealth that the main family has accumulated through twenty generations of hard work on Tsushima Island!

He really didn't want to be stabbed again, or he would be crippled...

Wang Zhichen was delighted when he heard this. With so much gold and silver, everything was settled!

He immediately sent someone to take Zong Zhizang to Mushan.

After seeing these people off, we saw a group of people coming from the south.

It was Zuo Liangyu who came with Zong Taiji, Zong Bei Qilang and other main generals of the Nandao clan to deliver the order.

Zuo Liangyu, who was originally in a good mood, entered the hall. Seeing that Mao Wenlong had arrived before him, he immediately used the smile-disappearing technique.

"Sir, although General Mao arrived before me, it must have been my victory report that reached here first last night, right?"

Mao Wenlong didn't say anything, just smiled smugly.

Wang Zhichen said, "Don't get excited, Kunshan. Bolong's victory report was delivered before you last night."

Park Guochang, who was standing by, wanted to persuade them, so he stepped forward with a smile and bowed, saying, "You two adults are so powerful!"

"It really took only two hundred elite cavalrymen to capture the northern and southern islands! The reinforcements sent by Lord Wang have not even been used yet, but we have already received the victory report."

"Think about the time when General Li Congmao of my country captured Tsushima Island, he used more than 10,000 soldiers and horses!"

"It seems that the two lords are truly worthy of being the heavenly generals of the Ming Dynasty!"

"I really admire you!"

"Go aside!"

Zuo Liangyu pushed Pu Guochang away and pointed at Mao Wenlong, expressing his dissatisfaction and indignation.

"Old man! If the head of the Zong family, Zong Yizhi, hadn't been in Beidao, would you have been able to take it down so quickly? You're such a good loser, old man!"

As people age, they are most reluctant to accept their age and they cannot stand being told that they are old, let alone Zuo Liangyu being so rude.

Mao Wenlong was over fifty years old, but he was still able to kill enemy generals. How could he bear to hear him being so excited? His anger suddenly rose to a peak.

"You're not even fully grown, who are you talking to?"

As he said this, he kicked Zuo Liangyu.

"Oh! You old man, you dare to fight with me! Damn..."

Zuo Liangyu was not to be outdone, and the two of them started fighting.

When the soldiers saw this scene, they were all stunned. Both of them were big bosses, so it was difficult for them to intervene. They could only watch the show with tears in their eyes.

"Governor, this..."

Park Guk-chang looked at Wang Zhichen, at a loss as to what to do.

Wang Zhichen stretched his body lazily and said, "Ha - it's getting late. I still have to write a letter to apologize to His Majesty."

As he said this, he sat down at the table nearby, spread out his writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and watched the two men quarreling with interest while writing a memorial to the emperor.

He was too lazy to care about these two guys, and even if he wanted to, he might not be able to do so!

beat!

It would be better if human brains could beat out dog brains!

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Chapter 370 This person can’t just sit there doing nothing.

The tenth day of the seventh month, the eighth year of the Tianqi reign.

Recently, more and more people have fled to Datong.

Zhu Youxiao brought his men to the top of the city wall at the west gate early in the morning. Looking at the ragged victims, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

"Has the food from the Dai Palace not been shipped back yet?"

Wei Zhongxian quickly bowed and responded: "In reply to your Majesty, the troops have already started to move out. The earliest team is expected to enter the city at noon today."

"Then arrange for these people to stay outside the city first, and send 500 Jinyiwei out to maintain order. If anyone dares to cause trouble, leave them all to Daoji to carry bricks!"

"Old slave understands!"

Then he took a few followers and went down the city wall.

Not long after he left, Yutong pointed to the distance and exclaimed, "Your Majesty, it seems like a fire bull is coming over there!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Youxiao looked in the direction of his finger.

On the official road, a team of thousands of people was slowly approaching this side.

Leading the way was none other than a fire bull that reflected silver light in the sun!

But this speed seemed to be much faster than the one he had seen before.

"Go over and have a look!"

Having said that, he walked towards the city.

After a cup of tea, the fire bull stopped in front of Zhu Youxiao.

An official walked out from the middle of the team and bowed deeply to him.

"Your Majesty, I, Wu Chunfu, pay my respects to you!"

It was the Minister of Works who was summoned by him with the imperial edict!

Zhu Youxiao smiled and nodded at him: "My dear, please don't be polite!"

After saying that, he turned his attention to the fire bull.

He just discovered that this Fire Bull actually had tracks, no wonder it ran faster than the one he had seen before.

The tracks, more than half a meter wide, are placed on the steel wheels, one on the left and one on the right.

There are protruding teeth on the outside of the tracks.

The road surface where the fire bull walked was also pressed into regular depressions.

The team brought by Wu Chunfu had a total of four fire bulls, which were obviously newly made in this period of time.

Behind each fire bull, there are three carts that are four meters wide and ten meters long!

The cart was loaded with food!

Zhu Youxiao only issued an imperial decree to ask Wu Chunfu to come, and did not mention the issue of food.

Moreover, it was not the Ministry of Works' turn to intervene in the distribution of disaster relief and grain, which made him ask with some confusion.

"What happened to all this food?"

Wu Chunfu bowed and smiled, "Your Majesty, you may not know that I happened to meet the grain team of the Ministry of Revenue halfway along the way."

"It just so happened that the coal and stone brought from the capital had been almost used up, so I asked the people below to vacate the carts and load the grain on them."

Zhu Youxiao asked: "How much can this cart carry? How fast can the fire bull run with such a cart?"

When he asked this, Wu Chunfu showed a proud expression on his face.

"Your Majesty, this cart is carrying 200 dan of grain."

"Each ox, pulling these 80 dan of grain and this heavy cart, can still run miles every hour!"

80 miles per hour, if calculated according to the later method, is only about 20 yards.

Although it can't be compared with a car, it's already very impressive at this time!

In the past, grain was transported by human or animal power, but the maximum distance traveled was only about a hundred miles a day.

A mule cart could only carry 15 shi of grain, or kilograms.

The carts pushed by laborers were even smaller and could only carry about five shi, or six hundred kilograms.

Now that we have replaced it with fire bulls, we can transport goods day and night. In twelve hours a day, we can cover a distance of nearly a thousand miles!

The time spent on transportation was directly reduced tenfold, and the transportation capacity was greatly improved!

For the current Ming Dynasty, this improvement of the fire bull is like timely help.

Zhu Youxiao was very happy!

He smiled and patted Wu Chunfu on the shoulder twice.

"it is good!"

"You really lived up to my expectations of you!"

"Submit to me the list of craftsmen who participated in the improvement of the Fire Bull. I will reward them handsomely!"

Wu Chunfu immediately bowed deeply and said, "On behalf of the Ministry of Works, I would like to thank Your Majesty for his kindness."

Three fire oxen pulled nine large carts, carrying a total of 1,800 shi of grain, or 216,000 kilograms.

With food, Zhu Youxiao was no longer worried.

Soon he asked someone to call Guo Yunhou over.

"Lord Guo, have the rules for disaster relief been drawn up?"

Guo Yunhou took a glance at the food on the carts and was suddenly overjoyed. He nodded repeatedly at Zhu Youxiao.

"Your Majesty, we have a plan!"

"Among all the disaster relief programs in history, the most effective one is work-for-relief."

"Although there is a drought now, it is a good opportunity to dig ditches and dredge water conservancy projects."

"I believe that young men between the ages of fifteen and forty should be given three pounds of food a day."

"For those under fifteen and over ten, two catties per day."

"For those aged 40 to 50, the same amount is two kilograms per day."

"As for those under ten years old and over fifty years old, porridge can be provided at porridge stalls outside the four gates without having to work."

The plan was good, but Zhu Youxiao couldn't help but frown after hearing it.

"And the women?"

Guo Yunhou was stunned for a moment: "Your Majesty, they are all a bunch of people with bound feet, they can't do heavy work at all!"

This time it was Zhu Youxiao's turn to be speechless.

When he went south last year and when he went north this time, he was accompanied by his wife, a doctor.

The female doctors had always been traveling on horseback, which made him forget that women in that era had to bind their feet!

He had seen Zhang Yan's feet, but that was just a glance.

Every time he wanted to take a closer look at the little feet, Zhang Yan would always avoid him with a red face.

The same goes for Rong Fei and Qing Yu.

Zhu Youxiao himself was not a foot fetishist, and they didn't like having their feet stared at, so he never forced them.