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

Suddenly, there was a burst of happy laughter in the carriage.

They would look for Chen Huan because they naturally knew from the beginning that Chen Huan was not a good person. What he did in the past was almost the same as theirs. However, they did not expect that Chen Huan would be so reserved.

"Forget it, forget it. If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. Let's divide those farms among the three of us. After the crops are harvested next year, we'll see if Old Chen is still so reserved!" Zhang Yi laughed for a while, restrained his smile, and waved his hand indifferently.

As for whether Chen Huan would do anything to their detriment, Zhang Yi, Cao Xing, and Zhu Shou weren't worried. After all, they all had their own conflicts, some deep or some shallow, and had long been considered partisan. They had already considered this when inviting Chen Huan.

Besides, they couldn't hold back this time and had the intention of testing the waters. They didn't think at all that this matter had to be done secretly.

Cao Xing also nodded and said with certainty, "No matter what, Old Chen will regret it next year. If he doesn't do it this time, he will definitely do it next time. Let him be reserved! Hahahahaha!"

"That's right! You've been through ups and downs all your life, and now you're done, you're drunk on the praises of those peasants? There's still a way to sober up from the alcohol." Zhu Shou also teased, and the three of them exchanged glances with a hint of sarcasm.

In this regard, Chen Huan has always remained noncommittal.

He just sat silently beside the carriage window. The curtain was blown up by the cold wind from time to time, and all he could see was the ice and snow outside.

I also saw those old and young people who left footprints in the deep snow, with their necks hunched and their cheeks and noses red from the cold. It was still hard, but their eyes were filled with enthusiasm and hope.

Maybe he was thinking that after selling all the things on the stall today, he could go home and have a meal with his wife and kids, and maybe there would be a fire burning in the stove!

Chen Huan suddenly felt.

Although there was a cold breeze blowing on my face from the window from time to time, it was not that cold.

"I have fought in wars all my life and now I am old. I don't have the energy to do this all of a sudden. I can just make do with it. His Majesty has given me a lot. Maybe it will be well-written in history books and I can even have a good reputation in the future." Chen Huan couldn't help but think of it in his heart, ignoring the laughter of the other three people.

After experiencing the feeling of being flattered, he now understood why some people would rather give up their lives for a reputation. Fortunately, his life is almost over now, and the arrogance and drive of his youth are gone, and he actually doesn't need to do anything to get the advantage.

Chen Huan thought... this seemed pretty good?

Human diversity means that everyone has different considerations and choices.

While thinking, Chen Huan saw the carriage approaching his Puding Marquis Mansion. He immediately withdrew his gaze and said, "Old Zhang, I won't go to your house anymore. My little grandson at home is waiting for me to go back and take him for a ride on a big horse every day."

Zhang Yi shook his head and shouted outside, and the carriage stopped.

Chen Huan glanced at the other two again and said succinctly, "Let's go." He hesitated for a moment, but before getting off the car, he couldn't help but say, "Actually... His Majesty gave us quite a bit."

Cao Xing smiled disapprovingly and said, "Old Chen! You're old! Who could have too much good stuff, gold, silver, and money? Isn't the Ming Dynasty pretty much stable now?"

Zhang Yi, standing by, echoed, "That's right. This is also what His Majesty promised us! Shouldn't we take it?"

In his eyes, or rather, in the eyes of most of the Huaixi nobles, this was indeed what Zhu Yunhuan deserved, regardless of whether this idea was legal or immoral, and even the young emperor said these words to them while pointing at the spirit tablet of the late emperor! ... That was why he was so confident.

And at the same time.