Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

"Alas... He is fearless, His Majesty is completely fearless!" Looking at those angry officials, Yuan Tai was left with only a strong sense of frustration, as if all the strength in his body was about to be drained away.

Seeing Yuan Tai like this, Fu Youwen showed a guilty expression on his face, secretly feeling that he might have said a little too much.

After all, although Yuan Tai was not smooth and could not read the expressions on others' faces, he had always been truly loyal to the Ming Dynasty. To be fair, he was a good official who was loyal to the emperor and the country.

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The words are divided into two parts.

Zhu Yunhuan had planted two crops of sweet potatoes, and it was finally time to harvest them. Naturally, he had no other thoughts in mind. He rode on the dragon chariot as fast as he could and hurried to the large sweet potato field in the imperial garden.

"See Your Majesty!"

The young eunuchs who were busy working in the fields said in fear and trepidation.

They didn't know what they were serving, but were scared to death when they saw some of the leaves turning yellow.

Even though they didn't know the true value of the sweet potato vines, Zhu Yunhuan valued and cared about them so much that they couldn't make any mistakes even if the ground was covered in shit.

"No need to be polite! No need to be polite!"

Zhu Yunhuan had an excited and happy smile on his face and ignored everyone.

Walked straight into the sweet potato field.

Then he bent down as if he was at the point of doing something, reached out and grabbed a vine under his feet, and pulled it up with force. Suddenly, a "rustling" sound was heard in the air, and then a bunch of things were pulled up by the roots!

Zhu Yunhuan stared at the thing in his hand.

Looking at the bunch of big and plump sweet potatoes hanging under the vine, his eyes lit up immediately.

Then he took another step forward.

He grabbed another sweet potato vine and pulled it up again.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

The sound of sweet potatoes being pulled out of the ground and the mud and sand on them falling to the ground rang out again, and another bunch of big and plump sweet potatoes dangled in his hands.

Followed by.

Zhu Yunhuan walked deeper into the fields.

I randomly pulled up some sweet potato vines, which was also a sampling check of the results. I pulled out four or five bunches of big sweet potatoes in a row...

When I saw these bunches of sweet potatoes.

Zhu Yunhuan felt relieved - with the bumper harvest from this large piece of land, sweet potatoes had taken root in the Ming Dynasty!

"Good! They're ripe! They're all growing well! Hahahahaha! Good!"

Zhu Yunhuan's laughter was particularly bright and ostentatious. This was his future capital and the starting capital for the development of the Ming Dynasty.

He had harvested the first crop a few months ago with his own hands. Holding the weight of the vine in his hand, Zhu Yunhuan immediately had an idea in his mind: the yield per mu of this second crop might be even higher than the first.

So at this moment, Zhu Yunhuan did not even hide his happiness and excitement.

Besides Zhu Yunhuan, another person who was extremely excited was Ma Sanbao. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the bunch of sweet potatoes in Zhu Yunhuan's hand, and then he was ecstatic. With trembling hands and feet, he knelt down with a "thump" sound: "Your servant, congratulations to Your Majesty! Congratulations to the Ming Dynasty!!! May the Ming Dynasty prosper forever!"

And saw that Zhu Yunhuan and Ma Sanbao both looked out of control.

Although the other eunuchs and palace servants around were confused and didn't know what was going on, since Ma Sanbao, the chief eunuch, had already knelt, they naturally didn't suspect anything and followed suit and knelt.

They also followed Ma Sanbao and shouted: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations to the Ming Dynasty! The Ming Dynasty will prosper forever! The Ming Dynasty will prosper forever!!!"

Everyone followed suit and shouted very loudly.

But at the same time, everyone was puzzled: "Bu'er... why did they suddenly start shouting? Pulling out a few vines from the ground, how did they suddenly start chanting about the eternal prosperity of the Ming Dynasty???"

Zhu Yunhuan naturally never cared about the thoughts of these eunuchs and palace maids.

Instead, he casually threw the sweet potato in his hand to the ground, stood still, looked around the entire field, and let out a long sigh.

Then he turned to look at Ma Sanbao who was still kneeling on the ground beside him.

He ordered, "Sanbao, tell someone to check if those people are still at the gate of the Qianqing Palace. Call them over to me, so they won't have to howl in front of me all day long. Also, tell all the other officials above the fourth rank who haven't entered the palace to come to the Imperial Garden!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Ma Sanbao stood up tremblingly, his voice trembling. After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhu Yunhuan meaningfully, with tears in his eyes - not only for the sweet potato, but also for his master.

After a pause, Ma Sanbao seemed to have thought of something and said, "Your Majesty, should we send someone to the Media Department? Such a big matter..."

After several previous experiences.

Ma Sanbao now fully understands the essence of "promoting something to 100% effect", which can be summed up in three words: setting the pace!

First, the news was suddenly revealed to the court officials, making them dizzy.

Secondly, the newspapers spread the news, reporting on the auspiciousness of the event and how His Majesty had devoted all his energy to it... In short, they made the event sound miraculous.

Third, marketing accounts took advantage of the moment the news was exposed and fermented, adding fuel to the fire and promoting it crazily!

Although Zhu Yunhuan's reputation was restored a lot last year, winter is now over and spring is slowly coming. Zhu Yunhuan has done too many things and they are too complicated... Under various arrangements and operations, the direction of public opinion naturally changed.

Ma Sanbao watched it every day and felt anxious.

Now that something is finally happening to Sweet Potato, he of course has to think about his master.

Ma Sanbao's thoughtfulness made Zhu Yunhuan happy to relax and he agreed directly: "Good! You can arrange this matter yourself."

Ma Sanbao has done similar things several times.

Zhu Yunhuan also knew that he was now a mature rhythm master, so he was relieved and directly handed the follow-up operations of this matter to Ma Sanbao.

"Yes, Your Majesty, please rest here first. I will make arrangements right away." Ma Sanbao responded immediately, then slowly retreated and began to make arrangements.

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The square outside the Qianqing Palace.

The many ministers who originally wanted to persuade Zhu Yunhuan to attend court were all confused and made a lot of noise for a while.

The next thing to consider is: continue to wait here, or find another way.

Just mentioning what to do next.

Everyone fell silent, their heads aching, and they were in a dilemma: What should they do? This current Emperor Kaiqian was an unsolvable problem! There was no way!

"Your Majesty is acting so frivolously. If you and I are loyal subjects of the Ming Dynasty, we should not retreat because of these difficulties! For the sake of the Ming Dynasty and the world, we must continue to persevere. I think we should go to the Imperial Garden to ask for an audience with Your Majesty!"

"I second the motion! If today's audience fails, then tomorrow. If tomorrow's audience fails, then the day after! When the monarch goes astray, it's the minister's responsibility to advise him... This is his due!"

"..."

The first to break the silence were the most stubborn group of officials.

They were personally selected by Zhu Yuanzhang to monitor court affairs and eliminate corruption, so they were certainly not good people.

If they are really that easily affected by other things.

He would not be valued by Zhu Yunhuan and placed in this position.

Several people said this.

The others were all a little hesitant and did not agree immediately. After all, as long as you are not so stubborn and hard-headed, you should think about it at this time: Is it useful to fight to the death?

The answer is of course it’s useless.