Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

When the three of Zhu Yujian came to Xinming Island, it was summer, so there was no need to prepare anything to keep out the cold, and this summer seemed to be longer, so the people who came later were not prepared.

The consequence is that when the autumn of less than half a month is over, the people of Daming will have to face the biting cold wind.

Even if a house is built-there is no kang built in the house at all.

Zhu Yujian, who has been with Emperor Chongzhen for a long time, deeply knows how important people's hearts are, and knows better how to buy people's hearts.

Finally, after discussing with Zhu Zhuohong and Zhu Cunji, first send the craftsmen who can weave the heated kang to help the people weave the heated kang, and then select some people from the people to learn from them, so that the people who can weave the heated kang will be more and more The more people come, the faster weaving kang will be.

In order to buy people's hearts, the three simply decided to wait for the people's kangs to be weaved before making things like kangs for the three princes, and to be patient first.

After taking a sip of the warm wine, Zhu Zhuohong smacked his mouth and said, "Damn it, the majestic king of Daming, three of you, your life is not as good as that of a local rich man in Daming. Who will believe it if you tell me?" ?”

Zhu Yujian smiled wryly and said, "Whether others believe it or not, I believe it anyway. Your Majesty is right. Only when you have to endure hardships can you become a superior person. Just look at the reactions of the people outside now, and we will know that this move of ours is a move." correct."

On the entire Xinming Island, the population of Daming is close to 15. Although most of them are mainly soldiers, there are also scattered people who have begun to live together, and even the rudiments of towns have begun to appear.

Just after the three former scumbags, now barely qualified vassal kings, ordered to weave heated kangs for the people first, more and more people in the homes of the common people on Xinming Island enshrined the longevity tablets of the three vassal kings.

The tablets enshrined by the families of the people in Xinming Island are quite interesting, and the top one is naturally the Jade Emperor—this is the result of the constant brainwashing of Emperor Chongzhen.

The second is the longevity tablet of Emperor Chongzhen himself, followed by the longevity tablets of Zhu Yujian and other three vassal kings.

After Zhu Zhuohong drank another cup, he said, "So, I don't blame Uncle Wang for this matter at all. Instead, I should thank Uncle Wang. Otherwise, where did we get such popular support?"

After Zhu Cunji also drank a cup, he said with a smile, "Unfortunately, it's just about those savages. I don't know how much Li Hongji hates the three of us."

After the three of them had another drink together, they sighed together again.

Li Hongji was sent out to help Shang Jixing do things, and he didn't prepare anything to keep out the cold—no one thought that winter would come so soon.

But Li Hongji's life is much better than Zhu Yujian's three vassals.

Since Emperor Chongzhen remembered that alcohol was a sharp weapon for disinfection, he made spirits and sold them to the grasslands, Liaodong, and Japan after crossing, and at the same time purified a large amount of alcohol and distributed it to the army.

When the three of Zhu Yujian went to sea, they also took alcohol with them, just to prevent soldiers from being injured on the battlefield and unable to disinfect them.

But the people who grow flowers, there is always a kind of innate skill, which is to make things wrong.

For example, the alcohol was clearly used for disinfection, but now Li Hongji mixed it with water and drank it as wine.

Although it is said that if you drink too much, your head will be as uncomfortable as if someone sawed it with a saw, but this thing is wine after all, a good thing.

As an aborigine of Xinming Island, Shang Jixing knew better than Zhu Yujian and others where he could shelter from the wind and cold.

Seeing that it was snowing, Shang Jixing took Li Hongji to find a place to avoid the snow. While drinking Li Hongji's wine mixed with water, or water mixed with wine, he looked forward to the beauty of unifying other tribes in the future. future.

It was so beautiful. In just half a month, this good brother named Li Hongji led him to destroy two tribes that were unwilling to obey him.

Especially the good thing called Jingguan that brother Li taught me to build, it is really beautiful no matter how you look at it, no matter how much you look at it, you can’t get enough of it.

It doesn't take too long. It is estimated that as long as two years pass, I can completely unify this continent.

At that time, whether to let their emperor become a king, or simply drive them away and monopolize this big island by themselves, it will depend on how they feel.

Thinking of this, Shang Jixing's heart became even hotter, he raised his glass and said to Li Hongji, "Please!"

Li Hongji also raised his glass and said with a smile, "Please!"

After drinking the wine in the cup, Li Hongji asked: "Brother Shang, just don't know how long this winter will pass?"

Counting the days with his fingers in his heart, Shang Jixing finally said a little dejectedly, "It must be one or two hundred days.

At that time, there will be no white snow floating outside, green shoots will grow on the ground, and food will gradually increase. "

After Li Hongji hummed, he thought about it secretly.

These savages are really out of line. Is it a hundred days or two hundred days?The difference is twice the fucking difference.

And one hundred days is more than three months. If it is two hundred days, wouldn't it take more than six months?

There are six months on this broken island and nothing can be done, so what a fart, let alone expand the territory, maybe you have to rely on the continuous delivery of supplies from Daming to feed Xinming Island .

Thinking of this, Li Hongji said to Shang Jixing: "Brother Shang, you drink first, I'll go out and see how the soldiers are doing."

After finishing speaking, he winked at Li Guo, and the uncle and nephew walked out of the cave together.

After coming to a cave full of Ming soldiers resting, Li Hongji asked, "What do you think?"

Li Guodao: "Returning to my uncle's words, in fact, my nephew thinks that what the barbarian leader said is a bit incomplete.

Anyway, he was born and raised on this island, so how could he not know how long winter is?

I think it's possible that this barbarian doesn't know how to count at all, and he doesn't know how much difference there is between more than 100 days and more than 200 days. "

Li Hongji hummed and said, "It's not impossible. These savages are really ignorant. They use a lot or a lot of things, and they use a long time or a lot of them. There is no such thing as a mess. Definite number. No wonder it’s a place where saints don’t reach.”

Li Guo said bluntly: "Leave him alone, let's calculate according to the normal winter, it is estimated that this place is still under the same sky as Daming, but the climate is just the opposite.

Since the winter in Daming lasts about three months, the winter here should be about the same. Even if it is longer, four months is enough.

Let's wait patiently for the beginning of spring, and then go to do the things the prince asked. "

Li Hongji hummed, and ordered: "Have you heard it? When the snow stops, first pass the news here to the three highnesses, so that we can prepare early."

After the messenger bowed to answer, Li Hongji took Li Guo back to the cave where Shang Jixing was.

At this time, Shang Jixing's face was flushed from drinking, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his expression was seven or eight points drunk.

Seeing this, Li Hongji smiled and said, "Brother Shang, how many tribes are there around here?"

Shang Jixing hummed in a daze, and said with a mouth full of alcohol: "Also, there are six or seven more, but they are not close. Anyway, the nearest one has to walk for half a day. "

Li Hongji saw that Shang Jixing had already looked like this, and he lost the interest to continue asking.

This guy has obviously drunk too much, and how far is the so-called walking distance for half a day?

Ten miles?Twenty miles?

These bloody savages!

After receiving the news sent by someone sent by Li Hongji, Zhu Yujian, Zhu Zhuohong, and Zhu Cunji agreed that they had secretly cursed the damn barbarian.

Why can't it count properly?The difference between [-] days and [-] days is too much!

I really don't know if that barbarian Shang Jixing did it on purpose, or are the barbarians really fucking pointless?

Facts have proved that the barbarians are really countless.