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

Until Zhu Yunhuan's back disappeared from sight.

Xu Miaojin shrugged her shoulders, withdrew her gaze with a sense of loss, and then looked into the room with some curiosity, at the window that had been closed by Zhu Yunhuan, with a hint of curiosity on her face.

As a little girl, although she is afraid, it is normal for her to be curious about things she has never seen before.

After hesitating for a moment, she shook her head and said, "Beheading...it would be terrifying, but let it go."

Then, as if remembering something, he looked at the tightly closed window, and what emerged in his mind was the tall and broad figure blocking his sight, with a sweet smile on his face.

It was a while before she withdrew her gaze with disappointment.

He sighed deeply, his heart heavy, and counted on his fingers: "The same place... there are still several days until the next newspaper sale..."

……

the other side.

Zhu Yunhuan left the medium-sized restaurant and got on an inconspicuous carriage, which headed straight towards the Qinhuai River.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Yunhuan asked slowly.

"Your Majesty, this is a memorial from Shanxi, delivered to the capital by Wu Yongliang, a captain of the Imperial Guards in charge of coal mining, transportation, and storage."

Ma Sanbao answered immediately, but of course he couldn't see the specific content before Zhu Yunhuan.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunhuan's eyes lit up slightly. He had a rough idea of ​​the contents of this memorial and immediately said, "Return to the palace immediately."

The execution ground is not far from the Qinhuai River.

So it didn't take Zhu Yunhuan too much time to return to the palace. As soon as he returned to the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Yunhuan immediately picked up the most conspicuous memorial on the dragon desk and looked at it, his eyes lingering on it for a moment.

He nodded, a faint smile on his face: "This Wu Yongliang... can be considered a useful person."

The contents of the memorial in his hand.

This was exactly what he had instructed before, to roughly estimate and allocate the anthracite reserves based on the amount of cheap cloth sold, and to produce a distribution calculation table.

After all, most people look down on cheap fabrics, but not anthracite.

Only by targeting cheap cloth can this limited batch of anthracite fall into the hands of those who really need it and be used most efficiently. Therefore, of course, there must be a relatively accurate distribution table before the sale.

"Sanbao, go and tell Song Zhong a message."

"Immediately notify all provinces, prefectures, states, and counties in the Ming Dynasty that the cloth will be sold out within ten days. After the cloth is sold out, anthracite will be immediately sold at a low price."

Zhu Yunhuan took a quick look at the contents of the memorial, and after confirming that there was no problem, he immediately made arrangements for Ma Sanbao.

Cheap fabrics are always available in the market.

But once anthracite is released and purchasing qualifications are linked to cheap cloth, the value of this thing will immediately increase, and the two naturally cannot be sold at the same time.

It’s just cheap fabric, but we can’t suddenly stop selling it.

At least advance notice should be given to allow for a buffer period. After the sell-out period is announced, those with the greatest demand for cloth and anthracite will rush to buy them at all costs, and Zhu Yunhuan can also ensure that these people can receive this relief to the greatest extent possible.

"Yes, I will go to Commander Song to convey his order." Ma Sanbao said with a hint of excitement in his voice, and his eyes lit up when he looked at Zhu Yunhuan.

The cheap fabrics were almost sold out, and anthracite was about to go on sale. What did this mean? His Majesty's grievances were finally clear—he didn't treat the lives of the people of Yingtian Prefecture as worthless! He never gave up on anyone!

Thinking of this, tears welled up in Ma Sanbao's eyes.

Over the past three months... especially recently, how much infamy has His Majesty endured? Let's not even talk about the distant past, just the recent past. Just today, near the Caishikou execution ground, he heard countless complaints.

Your Majesty, who truly treats the people as human beings, is bearing the infamy.

The rebel king, obsessed with power and not regarding the lives of the Ming people as human lives, was hailed as a "hero" by the people of Yingtian Prefecture...

Why?

Your Majesty is broad-minded and does not take what he hears seriously. It doesn't matter if he is the emperor and the eunuch is anxious, Ma Sanbao just can't stand it!

Fortunately, now... it's finally time for the actual machine to mature!

Ma Sanbao raised his sleeve to wipe away his tears. Just as he was about to turn around to pass on the imperial edict, he heard Zhu Yunhuan whisper, "Wait."

"Does His Majesty have any other wishes?" Ma Sanbao tried his best to calm himself and asked.

Zhu Yunhuan pondered for a moment and said, "Go to the Audit Bureau again and tell Zhuo Jing about this. Anthracite... This isn't like cheap fabrics that don't have much value. If it's not properly regulated, someone could exploit it and profit from it. The profit could be enormous! We have to be on guard against this."

After saying this, Zhu Yunhuan's eyes became stern, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

Whether it was cheap cloth or anthracite, Zhu Yunhuan did not expect these two things to bring him any profit. His main purpose was to increase the population of the Ming Dynasty, so the prices were all set at cost.

Anyone who uses this thing to enrich himself...

Zhu Yunhuan would never allow such a situation! If someone really had this idea, it would be possible to use the methods of Grandfather Zhu to benefit the emperor!

"Your Majesty is devoted to the people and has far-reaching thoughts. I have taken note of this!" Ma Sanbao immediately nodded solemnly, then turned and left the Qianqing Palace.

Close the vermilion lacquered gate of the Qianqing Palace.

Ma Sanbao could no longer hold back his tears, and said, "That's great!"