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

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly.

"Humph!"

"Let Jiang Li continue to keep an eye on this matter."

"Spend three hundred thousand taels to mine coal, let's see what kind of magic medicine he can sell in his gourd." Zhu Yuanzhang ordered unhappily.

Even if I'm dissatisfied with it.

But for Zhu Yuanzhang now, firstly, he was already in a difficult situation, and secondly, he felt that his grandson's previous military achievements were worth his patience in waiting for the so-called "magic pill".

Let’s put aside the sweet potato vines that have not yet borne fruit.

He could never have imagined the method of mass-producing colored glass until he saw it with his own eyes!

In other words, this grandson of his who had endured for many years and suddenly appeared out of nowhere, at least truly realized the saying "He can do things that I can't even imagine."

and so.

After calming down from my initial subconscious anger and carefully thinking about what had happened over the past ten days...

Zhu Yuanzhang certainly could not get rid of the worries caused by his own limitations.

But at the same time.

There was even a hint of expectation.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood by the boat, with his hands behind his back, watching the slowly moving river and the scenery on both sides of the river. He sighed with some emotion, his inner emotions quite contradictory, entangled and complicated.

But this emotion was fleeting in his eyes.

Instead, he was determined: once a decision was made, there was nothing to worry about. If expectations could be met, that would be great. If it failed, he would clean up the mess!

at the same time.

Standing aside, Lu Wei had no time to appreciate the changing moods of the Hongwu Emperor beside him. He stared blankly, his eyes wide open. "Holy crap! Three hundred thousand taels to dig coal? What a tyrant!!"

Of course, the person sitting in Fengtian Hall now is the one with His Majesty's tacit approval.

Of course he didn't dare to blurt out such words.

He could only try his best to suppress the shock in his heart, swallowed his saliva, and tried his best to remain calm and responded: "Humble... I understand, I will pass on your request."

……

The words are divided into two parts.

Zhu Yunhuan had already finished his morning court session and returned to the Qianqing Palace.

Lao Zhu’s funeral ceremony was completed yesterday.

Now Zhu Yunhuan no longer needs to wear mourning clothes, but instead put on a golden five-clawed dragon robe, with handsome eyebrows and eyes and a majestic posture.

Zhu Yunhuan came to the backyard as usual.

Inspecting his precious sweet potato vines.

After a few days of growth, the leaves on the ground began to stretch out more and more, and several new leaves grew.

But at this moment.

Ma Sanbao walked over slowly.

He first used his eyes to dismiss the servants and maids around him, and then slowly replied: "Your Majesty, I still haven't found the potatoes and corn you mentioned..."

Over the past eight years, it has become his habit to go to the morning market every day. Even now that he has become the current emperor's attendant, unmatched among the eunuchs in the palace, he still does so - and the emperor also tacitly approves of this.

People are greedy. Once they get something, they want two more.

Zhu Yunhuan was no exception. Now that he had obtained the sweet potato vines, he couldn't help but think, wouldn't it be even better if he could get potatoes and corn in advance?

However, Zhu Yunhuan did not hold too high expectations.

Winning the jackpot once is already a fantasy.

The probability of winning the jackpot twice in a row... can be directly ignored.

So when he heard this expected news, he didn't show much emotion and just nodded nonchalantly.

Ma Sanbao next to him spoke again, his tone a little hesitant: "I'm going to the morning market today... I have something else to tell you, but I'm not sure if I should tell you..."

Zhu Yunhuan looked at the sweet potato leaves in the field.

He said nonchalantly, "If you have something to say, just say it. You and I are master and servant, but we've also shared hardships. There's no need to be so rigid."

Although he lived in this era for quite a long time and could almost be considered half a Ming Dynasty man, he was ultimately different from Zhu Yunwen and his ilk. He did not bother to display the so-called royal majesty through the submissiveness and restrained posture of these people.

Ma Sanbao felt a warm feeling in his heart and his nose felt a little sour.

She nodded and said, "Yes, I'll remember that."

"These past few days I went to the morning market as usual. The previous emperor of the Ming Dynasty passed away, and Your Majesty ascended the throne. The people inevitably had a lot of discussions. I heard... Although some people saw the restraint of the Huaixi nobles and praised Your Majesty, most of them still..." Ma Sanbao couldn't help but paused when he said this.

But then he heard His Majesty in front of him directly respond, "Most people still say that the new emperor, I, am still in mourning for my grandfather and have already indulged in pleasure. First I planted flowers and plants, made pottery and fired kilns, and now I'm spending money from the treasury to build a brick furnace."

Although he did not take these into consideration for the time being.

But Ma Sanbao mentioned it.

Zhu Yunhuan guessed what Ma Sanbao meant after a quick thought.

Ma Sanbao nodded: "That's right."

He knew some of the inside story, and listening to these discussions, he naturally felt sorry for his master in his heart, but he also knew that these things were deliberately made up by His Majesty to cover up the truth and could not be explained.

The only thing we can do is to tell the truth and remind His Majesty.

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyebrows, his eyes as bright as stars and as deep as the abyss turned slightly, and a sly smile appeared on his face.

Ma Sanbao saw that his master was not angry but laughed instead.

Suddenly, she looked puzzled and curled her lips: "Your Majesty, how come... the world doesn't understand you, but this servant is speaking up for Your Majesty."

Zhu Yunhuan said indifferently: "There is nothing to complain about. I have been through this all these years. But your mention of this matter today reminds me of another very important matter."

public opinion!

Throughout history, this has been a force that cannot be ignored.

Chinese emperors generally liked to fabricate some fantastical visions about themselves, such as being the reincarnation of something, or having their births auspicious, or setting up a scheme to ignite resistance against the Yuan Dynasty, "Don't say the stone man has only one eye, stir up the Yellow River and the world will rebel"...

All of these, in the final analysis, are for the power of public opinion, to give themselves legitimacy and build momentum.

And in this era.

If you can publish an extremely authoritative newspaper, it will be very easy to control public opinion in the world - white can be said to be black, and black can be said to be white. This is the power of public opinion!