Ming Dynasty: Abandoned baby at the beginning, Zhu let me be the emperor

"Your Highness, how about we go back?"

Wang Juren looked at the little bit of water left and could only shake his head helplessly.

There is only so much water left. If it doesn't rain, it's only a matter of time before this place dries up.

Not to mention farming.

"Send these people here tomorrow to turn this wet land into fields."

Zhu Ming stood up, brushed the dirt off his hands, and looked at him seriously.

The land here is still usable. Although it is not very fertile, it should be enough for growing crops that require little water.

By building roads through the infrastructure reform and revitalization plan, it will also facilitate trade with surrounding provinces.

In his previous life, he knew that if he wanted to get rich, he had to build roads first.

As long as the roads are repaired, transportation becomes convenient, and business is developed, we will not starve to death.

"This, okay."

After hearing Zhu Ming's order, although Wang Juren was still a little confused, he had no choice but to agree.

Your Highness, what exactly are you trying to do?

What else do people want to do if they don’t grow crops and farm the land?

"We will assign a task today and have the people repair the roads in various parts of the county first."

Zhu Ming didn't care what Wang Juren was thinking and continued to give his orders.

There are hundreds of thousands of mouths waiting to be fed, so nothing can be delayed.

Only by building roads can the counties in Hedong be connected and the transportation of money and grain can be faster.

"I understand."

Wang Juren sighed. Since the Emperor had entrusted the disaster relief matter to His Royal Highness the Grandson, he could only obey orders.

Zhu Ming took Wang Juren to survey the edge of the Little Lake, and then he reluctantly took Wang Juren back to the county government office.

When the lake water recedes, the exposed riverbed can be used for farming, but it can only solve the immediate problem.

After returning to the county government office, Wang Juren withdrew and arranged for the people to repair the surrounding roads.

In ancient times when technology was backward, this was a huge project.

With all the county affairs to deal with, he really doesn't have much time.

Even Zhu Ming locked himself in the study, holding a pen and paper, looking at the map and thinking about his own city planning.

If we only carry out infrastructure construction without reasonable planning, things will still not be accomplished.

It's just right. I can try it in this small place first. If it works, I can promote this method to the entire Hedong area.

Only then can Hedong be truly built up.

In the future industrial revolution, the achievements here can be better spread to various provinces of the Ming Dynasty.

"His Royal Highness."

Liu Jin's voice came from outside the door, but Zhu Ming seemed not to hear it. He still looked at the drawing in his hand and modified it bit by bit.

In previous lives, urban planning had all kinds of high-level talents who could discuss things together, but I don’t have that.

Now the only one I can rely on is myself.

"It seems that this education has to be put on the agenda."

Zhu Ming sighed helplessly. When the disaster relief was almost resolved, the most important issue was still education.

The entire industrial revolution of the Ming Dynasty cannot be shouldered by one person alone.

Only by cultivating talents in all walks of life for the Ming Dynasty can the Ming Dynasty's scientific and technological strength truly grow.

"Your Highness, Master Chen Ling is back."

Seeing Zhu Ming in the study without any response, Liu Jin could only sigh.

This imperial grandson must be toying with his strange ideas again.

Having served Zhu Ming for so long, he was clear about this.

If it were usual, he would have left.

But now, Chen Ling and the imperial physician are still waiting outside the county government office.

"came back?"

When Chen Ling's name was heard, the door of the study opened, and Zhu Ming opened the door with some excitement.

Chen Ling was going to relocate food on his own orders. His return meant that the food problem had been solved.

Now, apart from the issue of reform and revitalization, what he cares most about is food.

Only when the people have enough food can other things adapt.

"Yes, Master Chen Ling and the imperial physician are outside right now."

Liu Jin looked at Zhu Ming's excited expression and nodded.

If it weren’t for Lord Chen Ling, the emperor’s grandson probably wouldn’t go out today.

After hearing Liu Jin's words, Zhu Ming rushed straight out the door without saying a word.

"Master Chen Ling, you are finally back."

Rushing into the county government office, Zhu Ming looked at Chen Ling, who was standing in the government office, looking exhausted, and wanted to hug her directly.

"How's the food issue going?"

Without waiting for Chen Ling to salute, he had already started asking about the batch of grain.

These eight thousand bags of rice mean the lives of the people in this county.

"I traveled day and night to deliver the letter to the prefect. The prefect knew that it was the intention of His Royal Highness the Grandson, so he did not dare to neglect it. He immediately sent someone to order 10,000 bags of rice, which should be on the way now."

Chen Ling also straightened her face and answered everything in detail.

"Ten thousand bags."

When Zhu Ming heard the amount of grain, he was stunned at first, but then he understood what the Shanxi prefect meant.

He sent these two thousand extra bags of rice so that he could become familiar with me.

But he didn't mind. After all, now was a time of shortage of money and food. No matter how much he sent, he would still accept it.

"I know that His Royal Highness is anxious, so I dare not stay for long, so I set off with the imperial physician at night."

As Chen Ling spoke, she stepped aside and brought the imperial physician who had returned with her to Zhu Ming.

"From the look of His Royal Highness's face, I can see that although he is a little tired, he will be fine as long as he takes good care of himself."

The imperial physician had just been observing Zhu Ming's expression. After all, as an imperial physician, he knew nothing about disaster relief.

All we can do is take care of His Royal Highness the Grandson's health.

But now it seems that His Royal Highness the Grandson is not feeling unwell.

"The patient you asked the imperial physician to see this time is not me."

Zhu Ming shook his head. Of course there was nothing wrong with his body. The patient was still lying inside.

"Please come with me."

As Zhu Ming spoke, he led the imperial physician to the side courtyard.

Not only was the food problem solved, but there were also two thousand more bags, which made Zhu Ming's mood particularly good today.

The patient he was talking about was naturally Gousheng, who had his legs broken by the yamen runners and could only lie in bed.

Zhu Ming told her that her leg would be fine, and the confidence came from the imperial physician arranged by Zhu Yuanzhang to accompany her.

Compared with the local doctors, the imperial physician's medical skills are definitely better.

"Who is this?"

The imperial physician followed Zhu Ming into Gousheng's room, looked at the handsome young man lying on the bed, and asked in confusion.

What is the origin of this person that made the emperor's grandson specially ask me to come here to treat her?

"The dog left behind."

Zhu Ming coughed dryly a few times. Every time he thought of the name Gousheng, he felt like laughing.