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

Red charcoal was burning in the room, making it warm like spring.

Zhu Yunhuan casually took off his black fox cloak and threw it to the young eunuch serving beside him. He calmly returned to the armchair behind the dragon desk and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Zhong pursed his lips and glanced around.

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "Everyone go out." Immediately, the palace maids and officials serving in the Qianqing Palace left the front hall of the Qianqing Palace like a tide.

Song Zhong closed the vermilion lacquered door here.

A slightly excited smile appeared on his usually serious, even somewhat ferocious, face. "Your Majesty, I have just received a report that the sale of cheap fabrics has been stopped in provinces, prefectures, states, and counties in the southern region!"

"Regions further north...perhaps due to news delays, they're still in the final ten days of the sales period. However, this shouldn't affect the anthracite sales process in Yingtian Prefecture."

Zhu Yunhuan tapped his fingertips thoughtfully on the desk and nodded with satisfaction. "Once the news about the anthracite coal in Yingtian Prefecture spreads, the areas still within the ten-day sales period will probably have stopped selling it. It's cold this winter, so an earlier date would be better. We can definitely find a suitable opportunity to start selling anthracite coal."

After a pause, he looked up at Song Zhong and said, "The area in Yingtian Prefecture where the spinning materials were sourced this time...?"

Song Zhong has always been thorough in his work.

Upon hearing this, he immediately took out a memorial from his chest, took two steps forward and placed it on the dragon desk, and said, "I remember your majesty's instructions. Before coming here, I went to the Industrial Department. The areas where the spinning materials will be sourced have been marked here."

Zhu Yunhuan flipped through it casually and smiled faintly: "Well done."

Song Zhong's face lit up with a hint of joy. He cupped his fists and asked tentatively, "Then shall I begin arranging the distribution of anthracite in Yingtian Prefecture and the sale of anthracite in other areas?"

Zhu Yunhuan waved his hand: "There's no rush yet."

Song Zhong frowned slightly, his face puzzled: "No rush?"

Now all the conditions for sales have been almost prepared. Seeing that the sky has been gloomy recently, it is hard to say when it will start snowing in Yingtianfu. Isn’t it urgent?

Moreover, he had witnessed during this period that the people of Yingtian Prefecture were unstable and full of complaints. When the King of Qin and the King of Jin were executed that day, some people were even reluctant to see them go.

Even Zhu Yunhuan was not anxious, but he was anxious!

However, he also understood that the young emperor he served had always been unconventional and never followed the ordinary path, so he did not ask too many questions and was even a little curious.

Zhu Yunhuan chuckled and shouted towards the backyard, "Sanbao! Stop what you're doing and come in first!"

"Yes! Your Majesty, I'm coming right away." Ma Sanbao responded from a distance, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching from afar. A man came trotting in with his sleeves rolled up and trouser legs rolled up, and mud still on his calves.

When he saw Song Zhong in the hall and there was no one around, he took a deep breath and his eyes suddenly lit up. He had obviously guessed something, but he didn't understand why he was called in when Song Zhong was in charge of the anthracite matter.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhong was also a little confused.

The most popular person in front of the current emperor, the eunuch in charge of the entire Forbidden City, actually looks like this.

Zhu Yunhuan didn't care about that. He calmly asked Ma Sanbao to go to the charcoal stove to warm up the fire, and then he said directly: "Before the anthracite is released this time, I have to hold a press conference."

"Press conference?" Song Zhong and Ma Sanbao asked in confusion. It was another strange word they had never heard of before.

Zhu Yunhuan explained, "Anthracite is now available for sale, but so far, in the eyes of everyone else, the anthracite I have already shipped to all the provinces, prefectures, states, and counties in the Ming Dynasty is just a means to secretly provide cheap cloth."