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

"The Huaixi nobles are so powerful that they threaten the emperor, and so powerful that they bully their superiors. My father must be wary of them. They will definitely be a big problem for Zhu Yunhuan and the person behind him."

Zhu Di's hands were clenched into fists under the cloak that tightly wrapped around his body. While he was thinking, he gritted his teeth and looked at himself with a serious expression, as if he was subconsciously giving himself the confidence to not be defeated.

After all, meeting Zhu Yuanzhang in his private residence today was a huge blow to him - even though the two of them were "loving father and filial son" and seemed to be in harmony when chatting, he got the answer he didn't want.

The last battlefield he could count on in this game of chess was the group of Huaixi nobles who had been drugged with some kind of magic potion.

"The nobles of Huaixi..."

"Now, the power of my second and third brothers has been completely weakened. On the surface, no one, including me, seems to be a force to be reckoned with. The Huaixi nobles are the only ones in power... Unless there is some magic potion in this world that can make those arrogant and powerful generals continue to serve them unconditionally... This is beyond my power, and I accept defeat!"

Thinking of this, Zhu Di gritted his teeth, subconsciously failed to control his emotions, and punched the carriage hard.

Of course he didn't believe in any magic potion. There was no such thing in the world.

The driver in front was so startled that he stopped the carriage immediately. He lifted the curtain and turned back to ask, "What's wrong, sir?"

Zhu Di took a deep breath and suppressed his emotions, which he hadn't been able to hide for a moment, and said, "It's nothing, just keep going."

"Yes." The servant replied, then lowered the curtain and continued driving.

As the servant opened the curtain, Zhu Di seemed to suddenly notice something was wrong. He frowned and asked in confusion, "Hmm?"

He thought for a moment, lifted the carriage curtain and looked outside for a while, then asked the servant driving the carriage in front: "Why are there so many people on the streets of Peking at this time... and only have tattered clothes left?" He knew something was wrong.

Although I don't want to admit it.

But the trick of the stirring hand in Yingtian Prefecture to come up with cheap fabrics was something that ordinary people would never have thought of, and it was very thoughtful.

That kind of price is something that even a beggar can barely reach if he tries hard.

It shouldn't be like this.

Soon, the voice of a servant came from the front: "Sir, you don't know this, because someone paid for their clothes."

Zhu Di raised his eyebrows: "Bought it?"

The servant outside continued, "Hasn't the latest issue of the newspaper arrived today? So has the imperial decree. Anthracite is being sold in the city center! Those rags that respectable people wouldn't have wanted before are now worth a fortune."

Zhu Di suddenly came to his senses.

Nodded: "It's time to make it valuable..."

When he was listening to the news at Cuiming Tower, he suddenly discovered that his father had actually gone there to listen to the news without telling him. He had no time to think deeply about this matter.

Just after I realized it.

A hint of a smile appeared on his handsome yet slightly haggard face, as if he had regained some confidence: "Haha, how can everything go as you wish?"

In Zhu Yunhuan's eyes, this is called a free trade market that produces the greatest social benefits, which involves the economic principles of later generations.

It seems simple, but it is actually not easy to realize it at once, and it is easy to focus only on the most superficial layer.

If it was Emperor Yongle who had managed the state machinery for many years in history, he might have realized it, but Zhu Di was now more immersed in fighting and military strategies for many years, so he naturally did not notice this.

Zhu Di's dull voice suddenly seemed to gain a lot of energy as he complained, "The Ming Dynasty is so big, and there are so many people. Beggars, farmers, merchants... it's very complicated! Haha. Cough cough... cough cough cough..."