Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

Lu Wei took a breath of cold air.

He immediately looked at Zhu Yuanzhang nervously.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't show any anger on his face. He just curled his lips stubbornly and said, "Who said we've never caught any fish? That's bullshit!"

However, Lu Wei saw a hint of guilt in his eyes.

Suddenly I felt it was a little funny.

I thought to myself, "Your Majesty is probably the type who can't catch any fish."

The old man on the shore said unconvincedly, "Come on! With your skills, I bet you won't catch anything in a whole day!"

Fortunately, the boat arrived at this time.

Zhu Yuanzhang immediately snorted and stepped onto the boat.

Lu Wei curled his lips and followed him onto the boat. He lowered his voice and asked, "This person has offended Your Majesty. Do you want me to punish him?"

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and emphasized again firmly: "Old Lu, remember this, I am just a farmer named Huang Shiliu!"

Lu Wei was secretly surprised.

Although he knew that His Majesty was in disguise, he did not expect that His Majesty had really let go of everything and truly regarded himself as a farmer.

There was a pause.

He chuckled, "Old Huang! I get it!"

The first time is unfamiliar, the second time is familiar. After completely confirming Zhu Yuanzhang's attitude and position, this time it was much smoother.

Zhu Yuanzhang also showed a smile.

He said, "Actually... being Huang Shiliu is much easier! I love seeing Yingtian Prefecture like this and the people like this! When I was a farmer, there was no such scene. Hahahahaha!"

There was a hint of pride in his laughter.

Lu Wei's eyes flickered slightly. In the past, he had only seen the majestic, domineering and arrogant emperor. Today, he saw another side of His Majesty Hongwu, which was really surprising.

There was a pause.

He seemed to remember something.

Pulling a slip of paper from his sleeve, he handed it to Zhu Yuanzhang and said, "This is a letter that someone secretly slipped to us just now. It was given to us by Commander Jiang."

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows.

He seemed to be in a good mood at the moment. He looked at the scenery on both sides of the river slowly moving backwards with a relaxed brow, and opened the note with interest to read it.

It read: [According to a reliable informant, Your Majesty has… spent another 300,000 taels of silver to have Song Zhong send people to the Shanxi Provincial Administration Office to dig for coal.]

Zhu Yuanzhang's brows had just relaxed.

Suddenly he couldn't help frowning again, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

After reading it, he tore the note into pieces and threw it into the river, cursing through gritted teeth, "This brat! What are you going to do now!?"

It would be fine to spend two hundred thousand taels to build a brick furnace.

Even if you don't know its purpose, this brick stove can at least be of some use.

Spend three hundred thousand taels to mine coal?

what is this?

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered this while silently reviewing his plans in his mind: "Fourth Brother, Seventeenth Brother, Second Brother, Third Brother... Then we can cooperate with Jiang Lin and Dai Sigong to stir up public opinion. Well, if something goes wrong, we should be able to handle it."

After reviewing the situation in his mind and confirming that the backup plan he had kept was fine, Zhu Yuanzhang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

No wonder he's worried.

At that time, there was no coal washing technology, and coal was not that useful. In many places, wood was still used as fuel.

Zhu Yuanzhang naturally felt that this was a waste.

We spend so much money to mine coal, but what do we do with the coal we dig?

Can I eat it?

If Zhu Yuanzhang had not happened to hear Zhu Yunhuan's discussion about the value of Ming Dynasty treasure notes and glass in front of his tablet, he would not have cared too much about it.

But now he knows.

Even if that brat Zhu Yunhuan has the means to mass-produce colored glaze, it doesn't mean he has endless wealth, so he can't help but be concerned.

"Your Majesty... Old Huang, calm down..." The anger on Zhu Yuanzhang's face made Lu Wei next to him suddenly incoherent - after all, the Hongwu Emperor was still the Hongwu Emperor, even if he was wearing a farmer's linen clothes, he was still the one who could kill millions of people with his anger.