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

Liu Sanwu is now over seventy years old and has experienced everything from the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Of course, he does not want the Ming Dynasty to fall into chaos again.

But what does the young emperor who is sitting high above the Fengtian Palace look like now?

There are always some unexpected problems.

Every morning he would sit on the dragon throne at court, and at first glance he looked like a decent person, but he would just sit there on the chair, not saying much, listening to the court officials' discussions on state affairs, their memorials and suggestions. When things got heated, there would naturally be a group of reckless people who would come up with all kinds of twisted theories, and they would just raise their fists to fight back...

It's just like being on a rolling pin.

How many loyal people couldn't bear to see this happen? But no one could do anything about it.

Such a Ming Dynasty.

Is there really a future?

Thinking of this, Liu Sanwu always had the idea of ​​"destruction before construction" in his heart - at least don't let the Ming Dynasty completely rot?

"Mr. Liu, this is not possible." Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen's expressions changed slightly and they advised that this old man was a ruthless person who didn't care about his life.

But now there are unstable factors such as the remnants of the Yuan Dynasty in the north, Japanese pirates, Goryeo, Yunnan, and Tubo. If the Ming Dynasty continues to fight to the death, the vassal kings will have no time to defend the border and only focus on the throne...

It is possible that the Central Plains will fall into the hands of foreign races again.

This is what they fear.

Otherwise, how could I have fallen into this conspiracy of His Majesty?

"Master Zhan, Master Fu, there's no need to be nervous. I was just angry for a moment, but I still know what's important and what's not."

"Winter has just begun. If war breaks out, a large number of people will be displaced. It will be even more difficult for the people who already have a hard time enduring the winter. This old man understands all of this."

Thinking is one thing, but reality always makes people feel powerless.

Even someone as upright as Liu Sanwu always has to be restrained in the areas that he cares about.

After saying that, Liu Sanwu sighed deeply, his face filled with helplessness, and he felt powerless from the bottom of his heart.

After hearing Liu Sanwu's words, Zhan Hui seemed to remember something and asked, "Mr. Liu mentioned this matter, and it suddenly occurred to me that I wonder if you have heard any news from the north?"

"News? What news?" Liu Sanwu asked.

He is a great scholar.

Most of the time on weekdays is spent on reading scriptures, commentaries and teaching, and the sale of cloth in the north only happened within this ten days. In this era when transportation was extremely underdeveloped, it was difficult for Yingtian Prefecture in the south to get news so quickly.

You know, even Zhu Yunhuan, who controlled an intelligence agency like the Jinyiwei, only got relatively comprehensive information today, and this was because he himself was the "instigator."

Not to mention Liu Sanwu, whose mind was completely immersed in the tree.

Even important court officials like Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen, who had abundant sources of intelligence, had only heard about it in the past two days and did not know the full story.

Zhan Hui mentioned the north.

Fu Youwen's eyes flickered immediately, and he said, "Master Zhan, are you talking about the so-called great philanthropists that have appeared in many provinces, prefectures, states, and counties in the north?"

Liu Sanwu was confused: "What kind person?"

Fu Youwen explained, "There's news coming from many places in the north that some kind-hearted person is selling cheap cloth on a large scale. The material of the cloth is extremely coarse, and because it's so coarse, people with a little bit of money don't even look at it. So all of it actually ends up in the hands of the poor people."

"From what I've heard, there have been nearly ten such great benefactors appearing in different places. I think there may be more than that."

"I don't know who is doing such a thing. He has a kind heart and is smart, really very smart." When he said the latter part, Fu Youwen's eyes lit up slightly and he couldn't help but slap his thigh and sighed.