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

He really didn't want to miss it.

His Wang family can only pass on for a few decades, but who knows if it can pass on for the next few decades, or wait for such an opportunity again?

But the next moment.

He saw that His Majesty in front of him just chuckled and said, "If it can't be sold at a good price, it won't make back the money, right?"

"What I want is something that can't be sold at a good price. Just go ahead and build it! I want to see the results of the spinning machine in half a month; I want to see the results of the silk thread in a month." Zhu Yunheng's tone was harsh and unyielding. After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

He is an emperor and holds supreme authority.

Whatever he wants, no matter how absurd it is, his subordinates have to give it to him.

Wang Yingxin and his companions were left stunned, looking at each other in confusion. No one knew what to say or do.

"Things that can't be sold at a good price... half a month... a month?" Wang Yingxin knelt on the spot with a lost look on his face, muttering Zhu Yunhuan's words in a trance. He frowned as he spoke, as if thinking about something in his mind.

Shouldn't.

He still felt that it shouldn't be the case - His Majesty shouldn't be such a person!

Ever since he was summoned from Jingde County to Yingtian Prefecture, he never thought that Zhu Yunhuan was the "tyrant" as rumored by the outside world.

Because Your Majesty once said that you wanted to promote my grandfather's theories on agriculture throughout the country and benefit the people of the Ming Dynasty... Your Majesty also spoke eloquently about my grandfather's painstakingly written works...

For a long time.

Wang Yingxin's dejected look suddenly disappeared from his face, and his breathing became rapid. At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the place where Zhu Yunhuan's figure disappeared. He widened his clear eyes and showed a trace of relief and ecstasy on his face, as if several wrinkles on his old face had been smoothed out.

Then he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, saying in a loud voice: "Your humble servant obeys your command! Your Majesty is wise!"

The words are over.

He stood up tremblingly.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down and regain his composure. Then he glanced at the clansmen present and said, "Hurry and make arrangements. Given the importance His Majesty attaches to this matter, the manor outside the palace should be handed over to our Industry Department soon. Please quickly arrange for the personnel who need to stay in the palace and those who need to be moved to the manor."

After that, he offered a few words of comfort: "It was His Majesty who established our Industrial Department, and it was the Emperor who issued this order, who is above all others. So you cannot and should not overthink it. Just do as you are told. Otherwise, you would be deceiving the Emperor and betraying His Majesty's grace."

he knows.

His Majesty did not reveal the meaning of this order, and even ordered the Imperial Guard to assist in carrying it out in secret.

If he dared to speak in front of so many people.

That is a capital crime.

When everyone heard Wang Yingxin's words, they immediately came to their senses. Some nodded woodenly, while others murmured, "I understand..."

In this era, the pressure of imperial power has always been like a steel stamp of thought, engraved in the consciousness and thoughts of most people.

Then they all left feeling a little disappointed.

After everyone dispersed, only Wang Yingxin and a burly middle-aged man were left here.

Wang Yingxin slapped the middle-aged man on the back of his head in annoyance. "What are you standing there for, you little brat? Why don't you get back to work?"

The middle-aged man covered the back of his head and asked with a hint of curiosity, "Dad, does His Majesty's action have a deeper meaning? Have you guessed it?"

This person is Wang Yingxin’s eldest son Wang Longshan.

As Wang Yingxin's son, he had of course noticed Wang Yingxin's previous abnormality, so he was extremely curious at this time - anyway, he couldn't figure out why His Majesty was doing such a loss-making business.

If it were someone else, Wang Yingxin would definitely not say anything.

But of course he was willing to reveal it to his son, so he glanced around and made sure there was no one else around before saying, "Remember this, our Majesty is definitely not an ordinary person!"

There was immense admiration in his eyes.

Wang Longshan scratched his head. "You're not an ordinary person, so you're doing business at a loss?"

Wang Yingxin pursed his lips helplessly, and for a moment he felt that his worries were justified. If it were not for the current emperor who dug their clan out of the mountains and forests, it would be hard to say what the Wang family would be like in a few decades.

After a pause, he sighed softly.

Still patiently explaining, "Son, think carefully about what His Majesty said. He asked us to build a spinning machine and spin silk thread. He said that he wanted something that couldn't be sold at a good price. He also said that we should see the results of the silk thread within a month... Have you come up with anything?"

Wang Longshan still seemed confused and scratched his head: "I didn't expect it."

Wang Yingxin sighed again and rolled his eyes at him.

"Your Majesty wants us to make these coarse, low-value silk threads not to make money, but to make a batch of coarse clothes that even poor people can afford before the cold winter arrives!"

"Normal cloth, not to mention silk woven from silkworms and cotton cloth, even linen woven from various types of flax, is not easily affordable for many people. Or rather, those who can afford linen can already survive the winter. Or do you not know that all people in the world are suffering?"

"That's why your majesty said that what you want is something that can't be sold at a good price."

"It's already September, and in a month it will be October. It takes time for the silk thread to be spun and woven into cloth. By the time the coarse cloth is ready, it will be the coldest time of the year."

"Your Majesty, this move is well-intentioned!!"

Wang Yingxin narrowed his eyes slightly with emotion and explained in a low voice to his eldest son.

Anyone who can lead his family to escape from the chaotic world and still remember to farm and study to pass on the ancestral craft must be smart.