Great Ming: I, Zhu Di, Declare My Intentions to Seize the Throne from the Start!

Seeing Zhu Di walking out quickly, Zhou Shixian hurriedly bowed and saluted respectfully: "Greetings to Mr. Zhu, my father wrote home. There is a letter written to Mr. Zhu..."

"Give it to me quickly. ♦♜" Zhu Di hurriedly stretched out his hand to ask for it.

From Zhou Shixian's words, it is not difficult to judge that Zhou Lang is fine.

Zhou Shixian hurriedly handed the letter to Zhu Di.

Zhu Di opened the letter on the spot...

"Okay!" After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief, shook the letter, and praised with a smile.

Xu Miaoyun had difficulty moving and did not follow him out. He stood at the door of the office and couldn't help but laugh when he heard Zhu Di's laughter.

Don't look at Shiro during this period, he seems to be very calm.

Can be used as a pillow person.

She knew that Shiro had been worried about Xining Fort.

After all, he was the one who came up with the original plan.

His plan was originally intended to allow Brother Qiu and others to gain a foothold in Liaodong, but if it failed, they would suffer heavy losses and even die without a burial place.

Although it is a border guard station, the commander-in-chief has certain autonomy.

There is no need to ask Feng Sheng for permission in every battle.

But this time the plan itself was to compete secretly with Feng Sheng and have a cryptic dialogue.

Conversations between subordinates and superiors in this way are very risky and provocative.

If we win, everything will be easy.

But the fight was lost.

Feng Sheng could use this as an excuse to target Xining Fort.

Now it seems that at least he did not lose.

Regardless of whether the loss is great or not, as long as they win on the battlefield, Xining Fort will win in this cryptic conversation with their immediate superior Feng Sheng.

Outside the ancestral hall.

Zhu Di read it carefully again, then folded the letter, "How did your father write about his experience in the war in his family book?"

"My father extols how brave he is in his letters at home. In the letter home, he wrote "one against ten", but in the letter to Mr. Jiang, it became "one against a hundred..."

‘Honest boy, if your father knows, he will beat you to death! ’

Listening to Zhou Shixian's complete sale of Zhou Lang, Zhu Di couldn't help but smile and patted Zhou Shixian on the shoulder, "You have worked hard all the way. Let's go in and have a glass of water. Do you have any difficulties at home? If you need help, you can tell me. .”

Zhou Shixian shook his head hurriedly.

When my father left, he told him that he could learn from Mr. Zhu and ask Mr. Zhu for help when he encountered difficulties that he couldn't solve.

But you can’t trouble Mr. Zhu if something happens.

"Although my father went to Liaodong, he still has some influence in the county. Jiang County Lord also takes special care of him. There is no trouble in the family for the time being."

Zhu Di listened patiently and said with a smile: "Okay, we are holding a village meeting in the ancestral hall. Let's go in and have a glass of water..."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu." Zhou Shixian bowed and thanked him.

He wanted to gain knowledge.

After returning, Zhu Di first arranged for Zhou Shixian to go to the office, and then handed the letter to Xu Miaoyun.

After reading it, Xu Miaoyun pointed to somewhere in the letter, "Uncle Feng almost fell down. The eagle sent from Xining Fort broke out of its cage and flew away. This plan of yours gave him a big blow!"

"I heard my father say that Uncle Feng is very elegant and easy-going on the surface, but in fact, he has a very strong self-esteem."

Feng Sheng is planning to target Brother Qiu and others.

However, Shiro was the first to use such a plan to help Brother Qiu and others to show their strength. As a Qianhu, he also had a cryptic conversation with Feng Sheng, a subordinate talking to his superior.

I'm afraid this is the biggest failure and the biggest shame that Feng Sheng has suffered in all his years.

Xu Miaoyun raised her head with some worry, "I hope Uncle Feng won't find out that you planned all this in Tuqiao Village. I always feel that Uncle Feng is not a generous person."

Seeing that Xu Miaoyun was worried, Zhu Di smiled easily and said: "Don't worry, there is a high probability that he will not know."

What happened this time was not even noticed by the emperor, who was in charge of Jin Yiwei.

It was obvious that Zhou Lang was ignored.

Not to mention Feng Sheng.

"Go to class."

Xu Miaoyun thought about it and felt relieved.

Zhu Di sent Xu Miaoyun to class, returned to the office, and introduced everyone: "Uncle Eighth, this is Zhou Shixian, Zhou Lang's eldest son."

"Shixian, this is the eighth uncle and the fourth uncle..."

After introducing each other to everyone.

Zhu Di filled Zhou Shixian's tea cup and resumed the previous topic, "Eighth uncle, what do you think about it? Should we sell the ten war horses to replace the cattle, mules, and donkeys, or should we keep them?"

‘For a capable person like Mr. Zhu, can’t he just decide such a small matter directly? ’

Zhou Shixian watched and couldn't help but wonder.

Uncle Eighth smiled and said: "Silang, everyone was a little reluctant to leave at first, but after thinking about it, war horses are not practical for us..."

War horses are not suitable for plowing.

Using war horses and carts is a waste of natural resources.

"We thought about it and selected the best two to keep for the young people and children in the village to practice their riding skills. If the children in the village want to join the army in the future, they will also have skills."

“The rest were sold and exchanged for cows and donkeys.”

"Does everyone think so?" Zhu Di asked everyone, and after getting confirmation, he smiled and decided, "Okay, then this matter has been decided. While we are not busy in the near future, let's take some time to take the horses to the livestock farm in Jiangning County. At the market, I found a way to sell the eight war horses and replace them with donkeys and cattle."

…

Everyone focused on the construction of the local village community again, chatted for a while, and then dispersed.

When Zhu Di sent Zhou Shixian away.

Zhou Shixian mustered up his courage and asked curiously: "Mr. Zhu, the issue of replacing livestock just now is so small, I think you can decide it."

"If you decide, the villagers will definitely not object. Why do you waste so much time and energy on letting the villagers discuss it?"

Hearing this, Zhu Di smiled and said, "First of all, the decision reached after Uncle Eighth and others discussed it just now is very good."

He can't always be the leader in Tuqiao Village.

Cultivating everyone to discuss is to subtly teach everyone how to think and how to make decisions collectively.

In the future, he also wants to take Miaoyun to travel around the world and visit famous mountains in Dachuan.

Besides, if the old man pushes him too far, he may have to join the officialdom.

"Perhaps I will make a better decision, but it may not be the one that best suits the wishes of the folks."

"When doing something, we should not pursue the best interests of one aspect unilaterally. We should also fully consider whether what we do is acceptable and whether it can make people feel comfortable."

“When you are a person and do things, never try to impose your own ideas on others.”

…

Zhou Shixian thought hard, and after Zhu Di finished speaking, he thanked: "Thank you, Mr. Zhu, for the tip. Mr. Zhu, I can help you go to the livestock market in Jiangning County to inquire about the market and contact the buyers."

"Okay! Then I'll leave this to you."

Seeing that Zhu Di agreed, Zhou Shixian was greatly encouraged and shook his head with an excited smile.

After saying goodbye, Fengfenghuohuo left.

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The days that followed.

The children were preparing for the child examination, while Zhu Di continued to take care of Xu Miaoyun while busy building rural communities.

March is approaching.

The grain in the village was finally sold at a price that was 63% higher than last year's autumn harvest.

The fifty pieces of cloth woven by the aunts in the village were also bought by the largest silk and satin shop in Jiangning County when they went to Jiangning County to sell war horses and replace livestock.

New 𝗑.𝖼𝗈𝗆

The other party also proposed.

As long as we can guarantee this quality, we can have as much as we want.

Zhu Di didn't know that this silk and satin shop was a stronghold of Jinyiwei.

One of them was quickly used as a sample and sent to Mao Xiang.

royal palace.

Mao Xiang hurriedly walked into the palace holding a piece of pure white cotton that had not yet been printed and dyed.

When I walked to the steps, I met Lee Shan-chang, a Korean man wearing a red and purple robe and walking down the steps in high spirits.

This Korean gentleman has been enjoying great success recently.

At the end of the year.

That is to say, during the time when Zhu Silang went outside the customs, Princess Zhu Jingjing of Lin'an married her eldest son Li Qi.

He became the prince's consort in one fell swoop.

After February this year, His Majesty formally consulted Wei Guogong for his opinion, and Wei Guogong insisted on resigning from the post of Governor of the Left.

His Majesty finally agreed.

Li Wenzhong, Duke of Cao State, was officially appointed as the Left Governor, taking charge of the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion.

His Majesty did not appoint the right governor, and at the same time ordered South Korean Gong Li Shanchang to continue to assist Li Wenzhong.

Li Shanchang is now in the Metropolitan Governor's Mansion. Although he has no actual official position, his power is equivalent to that of the Right Governor.

At the same time, His Majesty gave Li Shanchang a censorship station and the status of censorship doctor.

No, in the past period of time, the Korean father-in-law, who had retired from his job and returned to seclusion, had once again put on coarse linen clothes and put on purple robes again, and he was very high-spirited.

"I pay homage to Mr. Han." Mao Xiang stood at the foot of the steps, waiting for Li Shan to come down, and saluted immediately.

Li Shanchang saw what Mao Xiang was holding at a glance. He pointed at the furoshiki outside curiously and asked with a smile, "Commander Mao, what good thing is this?"

Mao Xiang didn't want to show it to Li Shanchang at all.

As the emperor's eyes and ears.

He knew what happened when Fang Xizhi went to Tuqiao Village.

I also know the discussion of King Yan.

Li Shanchang's student, Hu Weiyong, the right minister of the government, supported rural village communities. In King Yan's discussion, he was a person worthy of vigilance!

But Li Shanchang is in the limelight right now, and he has great influence among officials.

He didn't dare to offend.

"This is the finished cloth woven by the women of Tuqiao Village through cooperative weaving." Mao Xiang smiled and unwrapped the furoshiki, "The Emperor has always paid attention to every move in Tuqiao Village..."

‘In the past year, Emperor Zhu paid attention to Tuqiao Village because of his suspicion, and now he pays attention to Tuqiao Village because he wants Zhu Silang to share his worries. ’

Li Shanchang murmured in his heart, looking at the snow-white cotton cloth, he came closer, pinched the cloth and looked at it carefully.

After a moment, he raised his head and said in surprise: "Is this really cloth woven by a woman from Tuqiao Village?"

He is not a person in power who does not understand the people.

Before he followed Emperor Zhu to conquer the world, he was also a poor scholar who was not rich.

Most of the time, they wear homespun cloth spun by village women.

He is very clear about the quality of Tubushi.

The finished homespun cloth is uneven in thickness and has many threads...

In short, neither the appearance nor the quality are good.

"The quality of this cloth is almost as good as the mid-grade cotton cloth from Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas."

When his servants make clothes, they purchase medium-grade cotton from Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

This is true every year.

Although he doesn't wear clothes made of this kind of fabric.

But it's clear.

"Are you sure? This is cloth spun by women in Tuqiao Village. Isn't it a mix-up?"

Mao Xiang smiled and said: "Mr. Han, there is absolutely no confusion. This is the finished cloth spun by the women in Tuqiao Village."

"Moreover, the price is 30% cheaper than the same grade of cloth from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. A piece of cloth from Jiangsu and Zhejiang sells for 200 yuan, while Tuqiao Village only sells it for about 140 yuan."

"What about profits? How much profit does Tuqiao Village have?" Li Shanchang asked eagerly.

'I certainly can't tell you that. ’

Mao Xiang cursed, but with a smile on his face, he shook his head, "We haven't found the profits of Tuqiao Village yet."

The disappointment flashed away, and then Li Shanchang smiled and said: "Commander Mao, please go see His Majesty as soon as possible."

"Mr. South Korea, take your leave."

Watching Mao Xiang enter the imperial study, Li Shanchang murmured: "Now, the emperor desperately wants Zhu Silang to help him share his worries. It's time to pay attention to this person."

After saying that, Li Shanchang went straight to Hu Weiyong's official room.

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Royal study room.

Ma Xiuying is also there.

Together with Zhu Yuanzhang, he carefully looked at the snow-white cotton cloth placed on the imperial desk.

Zhu Yuanzhang pulled a corner of the fabric hard and asked in surprise: "Is this really made by peasant women in Tuqiao Village? How do they improve the quality? How much do they sell such cloth? What is the profit?"

"Your Majesty, Zhu Silang gathered those who are good at spinning together to specialize in spinning..."

…

"According to some unofficial records, the craftsmen who made weapons in the Qin State were like this. Making one thing was divided into several steps, and each person was only responsible for one step..." Zhu Yuanzhang commented.

This bastard, the Fourth, must have read about this in some unofficial history.

In the palace, there was a large collection of books that had not been officially certified or recognized by famous scholars.

For example, some books written by little people and literate craftsmen.

Verified by Tuqiao Village Textile.

Now it seems that this matter should be true.

In this way, can the craftsmen and supervisors of the imperial court also try it on a small scale?

…

While Zhu Yuanzhang was thinking about it, Mao Xiang continued to report, "The cloth in Tuqiao Village is 30% cheaper than the cloth in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. You can buy a piece for 140 yuan. According to the news from Jinyiwei in Tuqiao Village, their profit per piece of cloth is, About 40%..."

"What!" Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head in surprise, "Sell it so cheaply and still get 40% profit? Aren't they very competitive?"

The same goes for Ma Xiuying.

Mao Xiang nodded, "According to the information I collected, Tuqiao Village decided to plant ten acres of cotton on the slopes and dry land in the village this year."

This was because King Yan was worried that the scale would be too big and the court would be jealous.

Of course, he chose to help conceal these contents.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and paced back and forth, muttering in a low voice: "Not long ago, their grain was sold at a price that was 63% higher than that of previous autumn harvests. Now cloth is so cheap and the profit is so huge."

As he said that, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you know how much money they can get?"

Mao Xiang knew all this and hurriedly replied, "Zhu Silang has discussed a specific dividend plan with the villagers. This time, all the money will be distributed as dividends."

"Zhu Silang's family will not participate in the dividends this time. Each household can receive one, two, and five cents of silver."

hiss!

Before Mao Xiang's voice could finish, Zhu Yuanzhang's gasp sounded.

Then he started pacing again, "Ordinary farmers have good weather all year round and save food and expenses. It's great if they can save one or two silver coins. They haven't really started to build rural villages yet. They just hoard grain and sell fifty horses. Bu, can you share so much money?"

"Is the fourth child like a heifer that is so swollen to the sky now?"

"It seems we should really find a chance to go take a look."

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