Zhu Yuanzhang can see my dreams

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed slowly and shook his head.

He looked at the events in the middle and late Ming Dynasty, and also took a general look at the emperor's handling of official documents.

In short, the natural disasters and man-made disasters were much more serious than those at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't even think about telling the fourth son about it. It was simply outrageous.

Apart from some human factors, there was more of a sense of helplessness that God was going to destroy the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, there is also the inevitable land annexation mixed in with other messes.

The civil servants of later generations finally repeated the Jianwen New Deal. The status of military men was extremely low, and even a seventh-rank county magistrate could bully the officials of several ranks. This really angered Zhu Yuanzhang.

"So we think we should strengthen control over the south. Once the capital of the Ming Dynasty is far away from the south, they will easily band together to oppose the court's policies. The north will have no output, the people will not be able to survive and will rebel everywhere. The southern gentry will party every night, and the court will not be able to collect taxes."

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed deeply: "Every time I think of this ending, I can't sleep at night because of worry!"

"It has become so corrupt."

In fact, Zhu Di did not expect that the end of the Ming Dynasty would be like this.

He thought about moving the capital to Peking, one reason being that it was his old territory, and the other being that it would be more convenient to fight the Mongols there.

This would avoid the need to mobilize a large amount of manpower and material resources to support the expedition from Nanjing.

"The Ming Dynasty's knife has become blunt."

Wang Buli added leisurely:

"Your Majesty, Fourth Brother, if the emperor of the future also has an obedient army, three to five thousand people will be enough. I don't believe that I won't be able to collect taxes. Anyone who shows up and refuses to pay taxes will be beheaded. If they still refuse to pay taxes, they will be beheaded."

Zhu Yuanzhang and his son really had nothing to say about the methods of Wang Buli, the "cruel official".

"That's the truth, but it doesn't sound good."

"It works, that's all."

Wang Buli glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang and asked, "Could it be that Your Majesty is the kind of emperor who only cares about fame and not benefits?"

"Hey."

Zhu Yuanzhang means I want them all!

"You and your son both made your fortunes through war, and you both hold knives in your hands, so naturally you can collect taxes from the South.

But when future generations become emperors, they may not be able to hold military power, or the Ming army may become so weak after a few generations that they can’t even hold a knife, let alone collect taxes. They may not even be able to save their own lives.”

"Yeah, that's true."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded. He found that the emperors of the Ming Dynasty were all raised by the women in the harem, and few of them could lead troops to fight.

"We still have to think of a way to help these soldiers rise up." Zhu Yuanzhang stroked his beard and said, "Do we have to have a military examination as well?"

"I remember that Guo Ziyi was a military scholar." Zhu Di rarely remembered Guo Ziyi's background.

Wang Buli thought for a while and said, "Why not open a military school?"

"Military academy?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was slightly stunned when he heard this. When he restored education, it was mostly aimed at civil governance. Can military academies train people casually?

"good."

Wang Buli responded: "The emperor is the principal of the military academy, and the students in the army are naturally the emperor's disciples.

Having such a relationship not only consolidates the emperor's power, but also gives the garrison troops hope and provides a channel for advancement.

Instead of being controlled by those civil service groups, the Ming Dynasty's soldiers would eventually be turned into a beggar army like the Song Dynasty.

In order to prevent the foreigners from coming, the Ming soldiers would be considered brave if they fired their muskets and turned around and ran away. "

Wang Buli’s words are very inspiring.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded repeatedly: "That's a good idea, tell me more about it."

“We will select a small number of military sons, as well as more students who want to enter the military academy, and those soldiers who have made meritorious contributions on the battlefield, to study in the military academy for one or two years.

After graduation, they will be sent out to other places as generals or centurions. They will train the soldiers according to the skills they learned in the military academy."

Wang Buli gave a brief account of the topic, and Zhu Yuanzhang nodded repeatedly after listening to him.

In this way, the emperor's control over the army was strengthened, but it also involved certain risks.

Most of the generals under Erzhu Rong are brave and capable of making achievements, but the question is whether they can suppress these arrogant and powerful generals.

In this way, they can form their own system and resist the risk of being trampled under the feet of the civil service group.

"I want to ask those generals who have been idle for a long time to give lessons to the new recruits. We can't let their lifetime experience of leading troops in battles be buried in the earth. After all, how many of them will be able to become the sons of generals in the end?"

Zhu Yuanzhang could not help but sigh: "The descendants of these old brothers are corrupting too quickly, or they only know how to fight and don't have much time to educate their descendants. Instead, they are overtaken by the scholars hiding behind the brothers."

"good."

Zhu Di also had a lot of contact with these second generations, especially Li Jinglong, the son of his cousin Duke Cao, whom he really looked down upon.

However, he didn't know whether Wang Buli secretly encouraged Li Jinglong to serve as the commander-in-chief to suppress him, and whether Li Jinglong was too lazy in the war?

After all, when he went to Prince Ning to get troops, Li Jinglong fought very steadily and almost captured the city of Beiping.

As a result, when he led his army to arrive, he could not hold on and fled.

The army was away and he had been wandering on the grassland for several years. How could he not know to send scouts to investigate?

Therefore, Zhu Di suspected that Li Jinglong's presence was somewhat deliberate.

He sent away 500,000 elite troops of the imperial court. How many people were left under Zhu Yunwen's command in Nanjing to withstand the turmoil?

The morale of the imperial army continued to decline, and finally Li Jinglong escaped alone, leaving the army to Zhu Di.

In the end, Qi Tai and others had to go outside Nanjing City to recruit some villagers to serve as soldiers. What kind of combat effectiveness could they have!

"This is a good idea. The Ming Dynasty cannot be ruled by only those who take the imperial examinations."

Zhu Yuanzhang felt that since this group of people had become so powerful in the later period, it would be better to continue to maintain a balance so that the civil service group could not dominate alone, otherwise they would go down the same path as the Song Dynasty.

At least there are pro-war factions in the court!

"Buli, do you think it was a mistake to set up a country that would not be conquered?"

"Not really." Wang Buli immediately praised Zhu Yuanzhang: "These are some adaptive policies of history. Maybe after a few years, the policies will be a bit outdated."

Zhu Yuanzhang also nodded: "How big do you think the world is?"

Wang Buli did not hide anything, but directly adjusted it and displayed the earth on the screen.

"Your Majesty, our current Ming Dynasty only has this tiny space."

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned. It was the first time he saw himself living on a ball.

"what."

Zhu Di was the first to bark: "That's not right, how can we live in the same ball? I ran all the way to Peking and it was all flat land!"

"Because the ball is big enough."

Wang Buli pressed the button a few more times, and the image of the earth gradually entered the atmosphere from outer space, and continued to zoom downward until it reached the territory of Nanjing.

"This is Nanjing. We don't know how high we are in the sky, and we don't know how deep we are underground."

Zhu Yuanzhang was amazed. He thought the Ming Dynasty was big enough, but it turned out to be such a small piece of territory.

There is even more space beside it, and the sea occupies even more space.

"So that's how it is." Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but sighed, "It seems that the ancient sages' saying that the sky is round and the earth is square is not true. Then the Temple of Heaven, the Temple of Earth, and the square-holed round coins we built are all wrong!"

"Well, when I first found out, I was also quite shocked."

Wang Buli gave the boundaries of Peking again: "This is where Lao Si is."

"It's more three-dimensional if we can watch the war, it will be a godsend for our Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Di stood up quickly:

"Quickly check the location of Mobei. We need to record the location of the Mongolian tents."

Wang Buli did not refuse. He was thinking about how to give directions to the fourth brother. Although the situation was different when looking down from the air and seeing the specific road, it was also helpful for understanding.

During the years when Zhu Di was stationed in Peking, he directly captured Nairbuhua, the Grand Commandant of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and perfectly replaced Lan Yu's victory at Buir Lake, making Zhu Yuanzhang boast that "the one who cleared the desert was also the Prince of Yan."

Later, he defeated the Mongols repeatedly, and after he ascended the throne, he had to send troops to the northern desert.

“Can this map be reproduced?”

Zhu Yuanzhang was very satisfied with this map, but he had no way to look at it all the time. He could also replicate the old routes of the Yuan Dynasty and extend the tentacles of the Ming Dynasty to further places.

Since he has so many sons, why is it so contradictory to always divide them among the territory of Ming Dynasty?

Let them explore according to this map.

It turns out that the world is so big, enough for his descendants to mess around for a long time.

Wang Buli’s proposal for the military academy is very correct, but if we want to completely turn these areas into the territory of the Ming Dynasty, more educational methods are needed.

Moreover, the connection between the two sides is too far, and the post road needs more repairs.

Unless Wang Buli can find a way to gather all the vassal kings scattered all over the place in the fairyland, then even though the world is so big, our descendants scattered all over the place can share information and work together.

Unfortunately, Zhu Yuanzhang could only think about this idea in his mind and didn't know how to ensure that it would happen.

"Buli, do you have a way to let Laowu in as well?"

Wang Buli hummed and said, "Your Majesty, I actually don't know how you got in. If I had known you were outside, I would have let you know."

"Hey, too."

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed slowly. He believed that Wang Buli would not lie to him in this regard.

In fact, who can enter this fairyland is not controlled by Wang Buli alone.

At least he had no idea that I had gone in and out so many times.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not tell Wang Buli what he was thinking. He just paused and said, "Let's draw a map. This will be more useful to our Ming Dynasty."

"Then we need to find someone with delicate skills, but one that cannot be known to outsiders."

Listening to Wang Buli's words, Zhu Di pursed his lips and still requested: "Father, my wife Xu has always been smart and knowledgeable. If this matter is handed over to her, it may be easier to handle."

“But you can’t take it out.”

Wang Buli continued, "You also need to remember everything you see. Otherwise, if something goes wrong with a military secret like a map, it will have a huge impact on the army."

"Your sister-in-law's ability should be kept in mind."

Zhu Di had great confidence in his wife's intelligence, and he did not hide this matter from Xu.

Zhu Yuanzhang was still thinking. Of course he knew how to bring people in. There were no extra candidates. For the future of Ming Dynasty, he nodded and said:

"Give it a try next time. Hold her hand. If you can get in, then you can. If not, you can't force it."

"Thank you, Father."

Zhu Di's face was full of excitement.

With the help of the fairyland, when he attacks the Mongols in the future, will he be able to let them escape?