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

Zhu Di did not respond to him immediately.

Instead, he immediately folded the newspaper and read carefully the article about the so-called "new regulations and bills."

He concentrated and pondered for a long time.

Zhu Di put down the newspaper and looked up at Monk Daoyan. He said, "Master Daoyan, this is something we mentioned and thought about before. Zhu Yunhuan has directly asked for a bill to be drafted."

"The sale of anthracite will be permitted, but those who deliberately suppress prices or force purchases will be severely punished. Furthermore, local authorities will be informed that any illegal activities in the anthracite trade will be handled in accordance with the law based on this law."

"Not only did he do nothing about it, he even openly supported it!?"

Zhu Di asked Monk Daoyan with a hesitant look on his face.

Qiu Fu, who was standing by, heard Zhu Di's words and widened his eyes in disbelief. He said, "So, all the anthracite the young emperor worked so hard to get will just go to the merchants and wealthy families. Wouldn't that be all for nothing?"

"As the prince's personal guards, I thought I shouldn't get involved and cause trouble for him. Even though there were people selling anthracite on the market, I didn't dare let my family buy it. We still had to buy those extremely expensive charcoal for heating in winter!" Qiu Fu looked heartbroken, feeling that he had suffered a huge loss.

Monk Daoyan slowly raised his eyes.

His expression remained calm, as if he was not surprised at all by the news Zhu Di saw.

He smiled faintly and said, "This is another example of the cleverness of the man behind the little emperor. He didn't do anything, yet... he did everything well."

Qiu Fu frowned and couldn't help but complain, "Master Daoyan, what are you talking about? You didn't do anything... you did everything... Isn't this a contradiction?"

Monk Daoyan still had a faint smile on his face.

He said calmly, "I also found this matter quite puzzling at first, and I couldn't figure out what that person from Yingtian Prefecture was thinking. But these past few days, I've been walking the streets and alleys of Beiping Prefecture, and even the suburbs of Beiping Prefecture... As I walked, I finally understood."

"Or... open the window over there, look at the street below, listen to what the people down there are saying and doing... I think you'll understand."

"Amitabha."

"This person's eyes seem to always see places that ordinary people cannot see, and he always sees some unexpected angles early on."

When he said the last sentence, his tone was filled with deep emotion, mixed with a hint of appreciation and admiration.

"The streets of Beiping Prefecture..." Zhu Di frowned in confusion and muttered something. Then he put down the newspaper in his hand, took two steps at a time, opened the window as Monk Daoyan said, and looked down at the bustling street below.

"Tsk!" Qiu Fu made a heavy "tsk" sound in annoyance, pursed his lips helplessly and gave Monk Daoyan a quiet look. He was really fed up with this monk's sharp words. Of course, even though he rolled his eyes, he still walked to the window and looked down like Zhu Di.

Cuiminglou was originally located in the prosperous area of ​​Beiping Prefecture.

One of the best-positioned private rooms, from which one can have a panoramic view of the situation in the restaurant, and facing outside, one can naturally see the houses, buildings, streets, etc. outside at a glance.

As soon as the window is opened.

The bustling atmosphere of the nearest street below poured into the room like a tide.

All in all, there are only a few days left until the end of the year.

Whether it was the street market below or the crisscrossing streets and alleys further away, all you could see was a festive bright red, contrasting with the white snow on the various houses and buildings. The ground was covered with snow that had been trampled tightly by the people coming and going.

There are all kinds of small vendors on almost every street.

Shops with storefronts also moved their goods out and put them on display, attracting customers to come and go.

The hustle and bustle of voices mixed together, and if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't make out what they were saying.

It just seems... there's an especially festive atmosphere this year.

Zhu Di took a deep breath.

He never forgot what Monk Daoyan had said to him.

His gaze focused on the street side just below him. There was a middle-aged man wearing very thin clothes, which were almost covered with patches of various materials. He was holding the hand of a lovely little girl, who was holding a string of bright red candied haws.

"Dad! This candied haws is delicious! I've never had it before, and it tastes just as good as they say!"

The little girl's face was filled with a satisfied smile. Although she was missing two teeth, she still couldn't let go of the candied haws in her hand.

The middle-aged man also had a smile on his face. He sighed deeply with emotion and said, "This year, our Ming Dynasty has a noble person! Dad's clothes, after all these years of mending, are still wearable. At least we still have some firewood at home. This year, let our daughter have candied haws and meat for the New Year!"

The little girl heard this.

A pair of bright eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "Can we still eat meat?"

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Yes! It's enough to eat! Hahahaha! Come on! Daddy will take you to buy meat!"

The man had a satisfied smile on his face, and he took the little girl by the hand and walked towards the butcher shop on the other side of the street...

Zhu Di turned his attention elsewhere.

He fixed his eyes and pricked up his ears to carefully distinguish the various sounds coming from the street below the window...but the more he looked and listened...the more solemn his expression became.

He sighed deeply and exhaled a puff of white mist through the window: "I now understand why Master Daoyan said this...