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

“Who will write it?”

Zhu Ming crossed his arms, looked at Zhu Song, and asked back.

With so much content to print, who should write the book?

"You can't just give him the whole book."

Seeing that Zhu Song fell silent, Zhu Ming immediately took a step back and looked at him with some horror.

It’s okay for me to write some popular science knowledge, but I don’t have the foundation for poetry, songs, and strange stories.

"You're still a child prodigy."

Zhu Song looked Zhu Ming up and down, but did not take Zhu Ming's problem to heart at all.

“Who did we give the first batch of books to?”

He hugged Zhu Ming, pointed at Zhu Ming's chest, and asked in a deep voice.

"Those people in the Imperial College have nothing to do all day long, but they are also very knowledgeable."

He chuckled smugly a few times. He had already thought about this problem a long time ago.

If Zhu Ming is the only one writing, and he stops writing one day, then the bookstore will be ruined.

I am a boss after all, how could I let such a situation happen in the bookstore?

"what do you mean?"

Zhu Ming looked at Zhu Song with some surprise. This man was smarter than he thought.

"I have already greeted those people from the Imperial College."

Zhu Song patted Zhu Ming's chest confidently and smiled smugly: "In the future, their poems and fantasy novels will be handed over to our Xinhua Bookstore for publication."

With the help of the Imperial College, Xinhua Bookstore will no longer have the problem of lack of content.

These people from the Imperial College naturally did not have good intentions; they just valued the title of the princes and grandchildren behind the Xinhua Bookstore.

But your own work also needs to be seen by others so that you can become more famous.

Moreover, Zhu Song would not let them work for free. He would give them money for any work published by Xinhua Bookstore.

This is naturally an extra income for the students of the Imperial Academy who have not yet entered the officialdom and already have little money.

It is a win-win deal for both parties.

"I didn't expect that the emperor's uncle hid it so deeply."

Seeing that Zhu Songlian had already thought of this, Zhu Ming nodded at him in approval.

Thinking of this, I made the right choice by inviting Zhu Song to join the team.

"However, if this continues, Xinhua Bookstore will definitely become more well-known. As for Father..."

What Zhu Song was worried about was that Zhu Yuanzhang would know that he was doing business.

If Lao Zhu gets angry, he might really hit someone, and this bookstore will probably not be able to continue operating.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

Zhu Ming patted his chest and decided to leave Old Zhu's matter to him.

After joking with Zhu Song for a while, Zhu Ming returned to the side courtyard from the main hall.

"Master Chen Ling, are you there?"

After sending Liu Jin and the others away and looking around to make sure there was no one else around, Zhu Ming raised his head and asked in a low voice.

Since Chen Ling was arranged by Lao Zhu to look after him, she should be watching him nearby.

"Little grandson, what's the matter?"

After a moment of silence, a voice sounded from behind Zhu Ming.

Even Zhu Ming, who was not prepared for the Jinyiwei's sudden appearances, was still startled by Chen Ling's sudden words.

"There are indeed some things I would like to ask of you, Master Chen Ling."

Zhu Ming nodded. Since he was asking someone else to do something for him, his attitude should naturally be better.

As he said this, he gave away the scroll he had received from Zhu Song.

"This is?"

Naturally, Chen Ling would not refuse to help the little grandson of the emperor. She reached out and took the scroll, looking at Zhu Ming with some confusion.

"Please help me pay attention to the origin of the flowers in this painting."

Zhu Ming smiled. If Chen Ling was in trouble, he would not force her.

After all, the Jinyiwei are not very idle.

"Got it. I'll send someone to investigate when I get back."

Chen Ling just nodded and glanced at the scroll, but his expression became serious: "Your Highness, please forgive me for being frank."

Seeing Chen Ling's changed expression, Zhu Ming also became serious and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Sir, please speak."

Judging from Chen Ling's appearance, she should know something about this kind of flower.

"This flower is so strange, it is probably from a foreign land, not from the Central Plains, so it may not be safe."

What Chen Ling was worried about was simple. This flower looked so strange and he thought it was poisonous.

"Well, I'll be careful."

Zhu Ming pondered for a while and nodded.

I'm just helping people find this kind of flower. If this flower is really poisonous, just be careful.

"Since His Royal Highness said so, I will send someone to find him as soon as I get back."

Although she didn't know what Zhu Ming was looking for this flower for, seeing that Zhu Ming was still looking for it even though he knew it might be poisonous, Chen Ling no longer refused.

"Good work."

Zhu Ming also bowed to Chen Ling. Since he was helping him, he naturally should not be rude.

But after Zhu Ming finished speaking, Chen Ling did not respond. As soon as he raised his head, Chen Ling had disappeared into the side courtyard.

Zhu Ming shrugged his shoulders. These Jinyiwei really came and went without a trace.

He walked into the side courtyard, put the paper that had been prepared long ago into his arms, and then walked straight towards the Daming Palace.

When it comes to business, it’s better for you to take the initiative and confess to Lao Zhu.

Otherwise, when Mr. Zhu finds out, it will be difficult for me to explain it.

"Grandpa Huang!"

Looking up at the plaque of Daming Palace, Zhu Ming shouted and walked straight in.

When Zhu Ming entered the Daming Palace, he saw Zhu Yuanzhang sitting at the desk, frowning as he looked at the memorial in his hand.

He didn't say anything, and Zhu Yuanzhang didn't realize his arrival, and sighed helplessly.

"What's wrong with Grandpa Huang? He looks so worried."

Zhu Ming put his hands behind his back and asked with concern.

The one who made Old Zhu sigh like this must have encountered some difficulties. I don’t know if I can help him.

"Hey, my dear grandson is here."

Hearing Zhu Ming's voice, Zhu Yuanzhang looked up in surprise, stretched out his hand and greeted Zhu Ming.

As soon as Zhu Ming walked in front of him, he hugged Zhu Ming in his arms.

Only when he held his beloved grandson in his arms did he feel better.

"Just now, seeing Grandpa Huang look so sad, I felt so distressed."

Zhu Ming was in Zhu Yuanzhang's arms. He reached out and touched the wrinkles on Zhu Yuanzhang's face.

"Hey, it's not a matter for the national treasury yet."

Seeing Zhu Ming asking, Zhu Yuanzhang sighed helplessly again.

As Zhu Ming spoke, he looked at the memorials on the table, most of which complained about financial shortages.

It seems that the Ming Dynasty’s treasury is indeed a little insufficient.

"The grain harvest in Fengyang has been poor recently, and we need the court to allocate money again."

Fengyang is the place where Zhu Yuanzhang made his fortune. For this peasant emperor, its status is naturally extraordinary.

He also couldn't bear to see the people under the Ming Dynasty go without food and face famine again.