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

After a long while, he heard Master Daoyan say in a deep voice, seemingly feigning composure, "I wonder how much this so-called 'anthracite' sells for. Perhaps there's something to be done about it."

This issue is not only of concern to them, but also to the individual customers outside who cannot afford to book a private room, and have been clamoring for it for a long time.

"Any information on the selling price? Tell us quickly."

"So far, I haven't heard anything about the coal transportation point in Yingtian Prefecture. However, Your Majesty has gone to so much trouble to obtain so many coal blocks that can be used for heating. Surely they won't be sold at the same price as charcoal, right?"

"Yes, yes! What's the price?"

"..."

Although most of the guests here can afford ordinary charcoal at home, who would not be willing to use it if there is a cheaper alternative?

Monk Daoyan glanced outside through the window.

Eyes narrowed slightly.

I couldn't help but calm down.

"This anthracite is different from that batch of cheap cloth. No one wants the cheap cloth, but anthracite with such good effects has many people wanting it."

"Even if this anthracite is real, its appeal to people is definitely far less than that of the cheap fabrics."

“Good things rarely fall into the hands of those who really need them.”

Monk Daoyan seemed to have found some blind spot and said thoughtfully.

It's like disaster relief.

Many times, I just provide relief to loneliness.

Is it that the imperial court doesn't want to provide disaster relief? Is it that the relief efforts can't continue?

The same applies to anthracite.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di came back to his senses. The tense and serious expression on his face immediately eased a lot, and his confused eyes settled again.

But at this moment, he saw the expression of Master Daoyan beside him suddenly change again, as if he suddenly remembered something - they had known each other for ten years, and he was very familiar with Master Daoyan. This expression did not seem to be a good thing...

Although I still don’t know what Monk Daoyan was thinking.

But Zhu Di's heart was still beating fast again, and he was very nervous.

Without waiting for Monk Daoyan to say anything.

Several people heard the voice of the dusty newspaper delivery man standing on the high platform outside: "Everyone, please be patient, please be patient!"

"Although Mr. Reading the Newspaper will be able to answer the question you all are concerned about later, this matter is of great significance. I personally witnessed Eunuch Sanbao proclaim the decree in front of all the people of Yingtian Prefecture, so it's okay to tell you directly."

"This batch of anthracite."

"People living in the Yingtian area, near the spinning area where the cheap cloth was previously sourced, can receive it for free according to their household registration information! As for everyone here..."

At this point, the man pretended to be mysterious and smiled faintly, shaking his head: "You all have nothing to do with this batch of anthracite!"

Qiu Fu, who was in the private room, was completely bewildered. "It has nothing to do with this batch of anthracite? What does this mean?"

Zhu Di was more concerned about the so-called "free collection".

His face immediately darkened, and he muttered absentmindedly, "Free access based on household registration information... and specifically targeting residents living in areas where cheap fabrics are spun. Doesn't that mean... Ugh..."

How could he not understand this? Zhu Yunhuan's actions would surely completely quell the unrest in Yingtian Prefecture! And solidify the very foundation he had torn apart...!

For Zhu Di.

The turmoil in Yingtian Prefecture... is a very important point: the appeal of Emperor Hongwu, the alliance of external vassal kings, and the resentful people of Yingtian Prefecture... these are the key points to success.

But this anthracite is free.

But it was equivalent to directly digging out a corner of his success! !

Zhu Yunhuan has already won the hearts of the people in the north, and now even his foundation is firmly established. How the hell can people deal with him?

He subconsciously cast an inquiring look at Master Daoyan.

However, he found that Master Daoyan didn't seem to pay attention to what he was paying attention to at all, but seemed to have confirmed some other thoughts in his mind. He widened his eyes and took a breath.

He just kept muttering, "Maybe... maybe he can..."

Qiu Fu was even more confused. "Maybe he can? What can he do? Master Daoyan, what's wrong with you?"

Even Zhu Di was a little confused about Monk Daoyan.

Meanwhile, although the person outside had kept the secret a secret, he didn't keep anyone on suspense. Under the crowd's clamor, he finally revealed the reason: "Because the current emperor has decreed that anyone who wants to purchase anthracite from other places needs a purchase certificate! This certificate is the cheap cloth previously sold in the Ming Dynasty! It must be purchased in fixed quantities!"

"Everyone here used to look down on those cheap fabrics, right? Have you ever cared about those cheap fabrics before? With this certificate restriction, you are naturally out of the question."

The man on the stage smiled and shook his head.

Then he said in a loud voice: "This is roughly what happened in Yingtian Prefecture this time. As for more detailed information, please listen to the newspaper reader in our Cuiming Tower." After that, he slowly retreated.

In the private room.

Watching the man retreat.

Monk Daoyan's heart finally settled down.

Suddenly, as if he had lost his soul, he said in a low voice, "As expected...as expected! No wonder they announced that the cheap cloth would be sold out in ten days. No wonder they will never sell any cheap cloth again. The real destination is here... The real destination is actually here!?"

"With this restriction...won't this useful anthracite fall into the hands of those who need it most?"