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

Zhu Yunhuan didn't say anything more.

His status is obvious. No matter how much others say, they dare not go beyond him and claim that they have made any contributions.

So he just said calmly: "You have made contributions, and your subordinates have also made contributions. The production of coarse cloth at the Ministry of Industry cannot be stopped. After this period is over, let everyone have a good New Year."

Qin Kui is certainly a smart man.

He understood the meaning behind Zhu Yunhuan's words: After this busy period is over, he can take out the benefits mentioned before, the several thousand taels of silver, and share them with everyone, so that everyone can have a good New Year together!

In other words, half of the year-end bonus has been implemented!

"Your humble servant...your humble servant thanks you very much, Your Majesty!" Qin Kui was immediately overjoyed, his face flushed with excitement, and his voice trembled slightly...

It's not his fault.

The officials during the Hongwu era had a very hard time. They had never seen such a world before!

In the past, anyone caught embezzling more than sixty taels of silver would be executed immediately, but now several thousand taels of silver were just falling down? Even those below him had to share a lot of it, and the amount that ended up in his pocket was an unprecedented amount!

"If you have nothing else to report, please leave." Zhu Yunhuan said.

"Your humble servant...your humble servant shall take your leave..." Qin Kui obviously had not yet recovered from the huge surprise, and he couldn't even say the words of departure clearly.

Fortunately, Zhu Yunhuan was already busy putting the vegetables into the pot and didn't care about it. Qin Kui then controlled his trembling limbs and left the Qianqing Palace in a seemingly decent manner.

The brick furnace has been completed and is only waiting for the most important raw material for refractory bricks, high-alumina bauxite. One of the most important things this winter, the coarse cloth used to keep warm has also been roughly delivered.

Zhu Yunhuan was naturally in a good mood.

He called Ma Sanbao who was standing beside him, and like every winter, the master and servant had a clear soup hotpot together.

Full of wine and food.

Zhu Yunhuan put down his chopsticks and thought secretly:

"The next step is to wait for the washed anthracite to arrive. That way, we can free up some manpower and start mining high-alumina."

"High alumina..."

"That's something that needs to be carefully considered."

The application of this thing only began in the 18th and 19th centuries, and exploration and mining had to start from scratch.

He sat in front of the leftovers and pondered for a moment.

Zhu Yunhuan seemed to have thought of something, his eyes lit up slightly, and he knocked on the table lightly and said, "Got it!"

High-alumina bauxite is colored. Those alchemists who make alchemy love to tinker with these things and add them to their alchemy furnaces to increase various possible changes. Maybe they have it in their hands!

Zhu Yunhuan quickly came up with an idea.

The main component of high-alumina bauxite is aluminum oxide. When the time comes, we can ask these alchemists for some of their raw materials for alchemy, and then verify it with chemical methods.

As long as any one of them has this thing, they can find the origin.

Save the effort of exploration.

"Got it? Your Majesty? Got what?" Even if Ma Sanbao could see through Zhu Yunhuan's mind, he couldn't know what he was thinking at the moment, and was suddenly confused.

Zhu Yunhuan naturally didn't bother to explain any more. He smiled faintly and said, "Nothing. I've finished my meal. I'm going to go check on my sweet potato vines."

It has been more than two months since the sweet potato vines were planted.

The sweet potato vines continued to extend and expand, and the sweet potato leaves had begun to turn into a dark green color close to maturity, growing very lushly. However, the role of this thing was too critical, so Zhu Yunhuan would still inspect it several times a day out of concern.

……

Beiping.

Zhu Yuanzhang's attack was like a bolt from the blue, which frightened Zhu Di and even the monk Daoyan, who had been planning and understanding the situation.

Zhu Di, Daoyan and Qiu Fu in the Prince of Yan's Mansion each had their own thoughts.

Although Zhu Di was very curious about Zhu Yuanzhang and the situation in Yingtian Prefecture, the natural blood suppression and a question that weighed like a shadow on his heart made him dare not rashly meet Zhu Yuanzhang for a while.

Zhu Yuanzhang was relaxed.

He held a sword in his hand and rested leisurely for a day and a night. He did not have much time to pay attention to or summon Zhu Di.

The next morning.

After shaking off the dust from the journey and feeling refreshed, he got up early and took Lu Wei for a stroll on the streets and downtown areas of Peking.

Unknowingly.

I actually walked all the way to the alley where I was yesterday.

"Old Huang, let's go over there." Lu Wei was afraid that Zhu Yuanzhang would be unhappy when he remembered what happened yesterday, so he quickly stretched out his hand and tried to lead Zhu Yuanzhang somewhere else.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and said, "Let's not go anywhere else, let's just take a walk in this alley." Looking into the alley, there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

Zhu Yuanzhang took the initiative to go in, so Lu Wei naturally didn't dare to say anything more.

The two walked into the alley. The body from yesterday had been cleared away. There was a vast expanse of white snow, and it seemed as if nothing had happened.

"Let's go see that kid from yesterday." Zhu Yuanzhang walked straight ahead until he came to the dilapidated temple in the alley again. He said with some emotion, "Back then, I cried out to heaven and earth but got no response."

As an emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang was one of the few people who did not shy away from talking about his past experiences. Whether he was a farmer, a beggar, or a monk, he accepted all of these identities.

Hearing what Zhu Yuanzhang said, Lu Wei immediately understood.

A slight thought struck me: "So, Your Majesty came here because he remembered his past experiences and was worried about that child?"

Of course, Zhu Yuanzhang could express such emotion, but he did not dare to comment on a single word.

I could only follow behind silently.

When the two of them arrived at the ruined temple again, the scene before them was somewhat unexpected. Zhu Yuanzhang was a little surprised and asked, "Wearing clothes? Where did you get such rough material?"