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

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows, shook his head and smiled: "There's nothing I can do. Our eldest grandson, our kingdom, even if we just sit here and enjoy ourselves, we will always be worried."

Lu Wei couldn't think so much.

Anyway, he felt that no matter how you looked at it, this matter was definitely worthwhile.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "This is a great way to survive the winter. Anyone would do it. Our Majesty is so powerful, there won't be any trouble. Besides, our Majesty is a master of magic. Who knows when he'll use some magic on us, and everyone will be happy."

Zhu Yuanzhang said nothing more.

He only murmured secretly: "Immortal magic..."

At the same time, he thought to himself, "It would be great if there were so many magical techniques!"

The so-called colored glaze has to be burned in a furnace with fire, and cheap cloth has to be produced by snatching grass, trees and vines from the people. Where is the magic?

Lu Wei thought this was magical, but Zhu Yuanzhang knew some of the inside story, so it was natural for him to let it go completely.

……

The good news is that since the snow stopped, there seems to be no sign of further snow in the Peking area. Although the winter sun is not warm, it is slowly melting the remaining snow on the streets and rooftops of Peking day by day.

After a few days, almost half of the snow in Peking had melted away.

However, winter has just begun, and winter will not end with the melting of the snow. Even if the sun comes out and the snow melts, the air will still be icy cold.

But this winter is very different.

Zhu Yuanzhang occasionally walked on the street, but he did not see any cold bodies frozen to death on the street. There were only people from inside and outside the city rushing to North Street with hope on their faces, or the surprised faces of those who really bought cloth at a low price as rumored, which made people feel warm.

Especially when I think about it.

Such scenes not only happened in the city of Beiping, but also in every state, prefecture, and county in the Ming Dynasty... Zhu Yuanzhang was in an even better mood.

Everything in the city of Peking seems to be thriving.

of course.

Except for Prince Yan's Mansion.

No one knew that beneath this calm, countless people were moving around and investigating, brewing a lot of emotions such as irritability, annoyance, depression, confusion...

"It's been three or four days, and we still haven't found out about the situation of that shop on North Street? Where did Xu Xingchang get so many cheap fabrics? Who produces these fabrics?" Zhu Di sat on the main seat in the palace hall, his face as gloomy as water, his hands tightly gripping the armrests, his fingertips turning white.

Yes, so much time has passed.

Zhu Di actually found that he could not find out the situation of a single shop in his fiefdom, so he could not arrest anyone, let alone torture or kill people to vent his anger.

Not only that.

The people below also found out that cloth was being sold not only in the places originally investigated, but also in all the prefectures and counties under the jurisdiction of Peking.

This increasingly strange and helpless feeling makes people more irritable.

Seeing Zhu Di so angry, Qiu Fu could only clasp his fists and apologize solemnly, saying, "Your Highness Prince of Yan, please forgive me. I have failed in my duty."

"What's going on?" Zhu Di asked a little annoyed.

Qiu Fu responded, "Your Highness, the shop on North Street... has indeed been under surveillance. Shops in Huairou, Tongzhou, Daxing, and other places are also secretly guarded. However, they have been operating as usual for the past few days, but there are still no new goods being delivered. The shop has no contact with the outside world other than business, so there is no way to investigate..."

"You don't even need to purchase goods to do business like this?" Zhu Di was also speechless.

"I guess they may have stockpiled enough goods before starting to sell them," said Qiu Fu.

Monk Daoyan sat at the left of Zhu Di and said in a deep voice, "Stockpiling so much goods is a deliberate attempt to prevent people from finding out what's going on. It's also a well-prepared plan."

Of course, I was prepared in advance.

Zhu Yunhuan knew that there was a group of rebels in Peking, and he had arranged for Xu Cheng, a captain of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, to be here in advance. He had considered that they would openly investigate Xu Xingchang, and he must have also considered that they would investigate secretly.

Therefore, before starting to sell and attracting people's attention, he instructed this side to stock up directly, although the goods in this shop were pulled from the Coal Transport Company.

Everyone thought that Zhu Yunhuan was the one causing trouble in the Coal Transport Bureau. Over time, no one paid attention to it. As long as the stockpiling was done in secret, it would basically not be discovered.

Although it will definitely be made public eventually.

But it is safest to make a thing public only after it has been completed.

Yao Guangxiao is the sixth child.

Have to guard against it.

"This is a good thing. If people find out, it will not only benefit His Royal Highness Prince Yan, but also bring him a good reputation. Why should we be on guard against it after spending so much effort? What are we on guard against?" Qiu Fu was also very puzzled. The more he investigated, the more confused he became, and he complained unhappily.

Hear this.

Zhu Di, Xu Miaoyun and Monk Daoyan were all silent and embarrassed.

They are all smart people.

But I just can't figure it out.

In silence, Qiu Fu glanced outside the hall, his eyes slightly brightening as he said, "The captain below is here, maybe they've found something..."

As he was speaking, a sturdy man walked in.

Qiu Fu couldn't wait to ask, "What do you mean?"

The man first saluted Zhu Di and others with his fists clasped.

Then he said, "There's still no movement from the shops, but I've asked them to check further afield. To the south, near Shanxi and Henan, and to the north, in Xuanfu and Datong... there are fabrics for sale..."

"What!?"

Zhu Di, Xu Miaoyun, Monk Daoyan, and Qiu Fu were amazed and stood up together.

Zhu Di, who had been troubled by this matter for a long time, felt like a thousand horses were galloping through his heart: What the hell is this?