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

Then he looked at Qin Kui again, smiled faintly and said:

"The products produced by the common people were worthless because they did not know how to produce silk as quickly and in large quantities as those who had used machines earlier."

"So I have to take this step ahead of time."

“Avoid this problem to the greatest extent possible.”

During the Western Industrial Revolution, the policy was basically laissez-faire.

Technological progress has given rise to factories and capitalists, but capitalists only care about maximizing their own profits and never care about how ordinary people live or die.

Even many of the policies initially introduced by Western governments at the time were biased towards capital.

Zhu Yunhuan had an extremely huge advantage in this matter.

Feudal monarchy.

As an emperor, and not one in a period of decadence, power transfer, or tyranny by treacherous officials, but the second-generation emperor of a dynasty that had just prospered, Zhu Yuanzhang's prestige, deterrence, and iron-blooded tactics had basically formed his prestige, submission, and sense of belonging.

Many things.

It only takes one word from Emperor Zhu Yunhuan to forcibly reverse the situation.

Or.

His greatest advantage is still his eyes.

Because he once looked at the past from the future, the Industrial Revolution had once been a real rehearsal in his eyes.

So he can avoid the inevitable problems as much as possible.

And now his identity provides him with conditions.

Qin Kui seemed to be drawn into Zhu Yunhuan's analysis and thinking. He took a deep breath and nodded in agreement, "Hiss... Your Majesty's words do make sense!"

But even though he said that.

But he couldn't help frowning, feeling that something was wrong, and his mind seemed to be dizzy.

I thought hard for a long time.

Qin Kui finally figured out what the problem was. He swallowed his saliva, looked at Zhu Yunhuan and stammered, "No...ah...well, Your Majesty, there is something I don't know whether I should say or not."

Zhu Yunhuan yawned nonchalantly: "You go ahead."

Qin Kui's eyes flickered as he spoke, "This raw material thing...wasn't it something you hypothesized, Your Majesty? We don't have that much cotton, linen, or raw silk right now. We can't...we can't just conjure them out of thin air, right?"

Done.

He looked helpless and embarrassed, and clapped his hands together.

"Damn, I was almost tricked by His Majesty just now."

"There's everything in dreams."

“But that doesn’t happen in reality!”

Qin Kui complained furiously in his heart for a while, but then he heard the gentle voice in front of him say nonchalantly, "It will happen."

"Uh..." Qin Kui was speechless for a moment, with a thousand horses galloping through his heart. He had no idea how to continue the conversation.

"What do you mean there will be?"

"What can we do? We only have so much farmland, not even enough to grow crops. If we want to promote the production of silk fabrics using water-powered spinning machines and flying shuttle looms, the demand for raw materials will be enormous."

"Just lie down on the ground and take a nap right now, and then these raw materials will be in endless supply, and you'll have everything, right?"

Of course, he only dared to complain like this in his heart.

Naturally, he didn't dare to show any strong rebuttal on his face.

After a moment's thought, he tactfully advised, "I think it would be better to wait until the cotton, linen, and raw silk production in the market increases before taking action. Now... it's still a little too early. The Ming Dynasty has been established for 25 years, and the national strength has not yet fully recovered. Finances are tight, and there will be various financial expenditures after the New Year. We should prioritize things."

His thoughts are simple.

Well, I won’t say whether your statement “someday” is right or wrong, or whether it can succeed. Anyway, you are talking about the future, so I will talk to you about the future. Let’s put this matter aside for now.

As for this "will happen", it won't happen anyway.

However, the young emperor in front of him seemed to be stuck on this matter and insisted: "It's getting late, it's time to publicize it."

Stand at the highest point.

He has to take one step and look ten steps ahead.

Anything new.

It is not an easy task to popularize publicity, let alone in this era of backward communication. Even in the 21st century, if you want to promote something, you have to spend a lot of time and effort.

Once the publicity was almost complete and the raw material problem was almost solved, this matter was completed as smoothly as possible.

"This..." Qin Kui had no idea how to persuade him.

But in his heart, the subconscious thinking brought about by inherent cognition made him firmly believe: This is not reliable at all!

Just when he was hesitant.

He felt as if there was a heavy gaze falling on him in front of him. He raised his head with a stiff upper lip, and happened to meet those eyes that were deep and distant, like stars and abyss, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"My dear Qin, if I say there will be something, then it will happen. You have been working for me for quite some time, and you have done many things very well. Don't you believe in me?" Zhu Yunheng looked into his eyes and said calmly.

Before, he asked Qin Kui to do things because he was using the emperor's authority to pressure him, but he knew that Qin Kui was a smart man, and in his heart, he already had a proven record of victory. At this time, clear trust was more useful than authority.

Qin Kui suddenly felt as if his heart was being pinched by a big hand, and even its beating had to be cautious.

But when I was looked directly into those eyes.

He inexplicably wanted to... believe!