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

Thinking of this, Lu Wei seemed to suddenly remember something and regained his slightly absent-minded thoughts. He frowned and said in confusion, "But Old Huang... I suddenly remembered something. Your Majesty has such a good method. Why didn't you release it from the beginning? This would avoid unrest in Yingtian Prefecture and prevent you from worrying about this matter all the time?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was quite happy.

Lu Wei's question really stumped him. He was silent for a moment, shaking his head in bewilderment. He wanted to say something but immediately swallowed it back. After a pause, he said firmly, "There must be a reason why our eldest grandson did this! The Yangtze River's new waves push the old waves forward, and the old people are replaced by the new in the world. Our eldest grandson thinks about things much more deeply than we do!"

He really couldn't figure it out, but he no longer had any doubts.

He thought for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's take a closer look at the articles in the newspaper. Who knows, we might find out, hehe." He picked up the newspaper and held it in front of his eyes, then read slowly with his eyes closed...

And at the same time.

In another private room.

Silence... dead silence. Zhu Di, Monk Daoyan, Xu Miaoyun and Qiu Fu stared at each other. Before they could even open the newspaper, they were stunned by the words of the dusty man on the stage outside.

At this moment, everyone felt like they were struck by a bolt from the blue.

All of them were hit by thunder and were burnt on the outside and tender on the inside...

Those coal blocks used by provinces, prefectures, states, and counties to conceal the transport of cheap cloth... aren't useless... but burn as effectively as ordinary charcoal!?

Such a large quantity, already stored across the Ming Dynasty for heating—even Qiu Fu had a few thoughts on what this meant. Zhu Di and Monk Daoyan's speed of thought naturally led them to think of more: Would he sell it? How much would it cost? How much would it cost? Could he be trying to win over the people like he did with those cheap fabrics?

Countless information and thoughts flashed through their minds in an instant, and neither Monk Daoyan nor Zhu Di could fully react at once.

It was Qiu Fu who put the cup in his hand heavily on the table, breaking the silence.

He cursed directly: "Damn it! What that kid said... is fake? What about smokeless? What about non-toxic? Coal is like that. Can he know any magic?" No matter how he thought about it, he found it unbelievable.

Xu Miaoyun, standing by, said gently, "Most likely, it's true. Ever since Cui Ming Lou opened, they've been spreading firsthand news from Yingtian Prefecture, quickly and accurately. I don't think they'd destroy their own reputation."

After a pause, she continued with a serious look, "Secondly, the man behind the new emperor of Yingtian Prefecture has never been someone you could judge by common sense. Producing so much cheap fabric in such a short period of time might seem impossible at first glance, but... even if he has water-powered spinning machines and flying shuttle looms, no one can stop him."

Zhu Di and Monk Daoyan also looked at each other with complicated expressions and nodded, saying, "That's right."

That's why even the two of them couldn't recover for a long time - they knew in their hearts that this was 99% true, and that was the most terrifying thing.

Qiu Fu pursed his lips tightly.

It took a long while before he managed to utter a word: "Then...what should we do?"

How to do?

A simple question actually stumped three smart people: Zhu Di, Monk Daoyan, and Xu Miaoyun.

For smart people like them, when they encounter any decent problem, everyone can usually come up with one, two, three different solutions and plans. But this time, everyone was speechless.

Seeing this, Qiu Fu immediately thought that something was wrong and bared his teeth in embarrassment, "No way? Even Master Daoyan is at a loss this time?"

The solemn atmosphere immediately made him dare not say anything more.