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

Zhu Di was in a good mood at the moment, and he had no other worries in his mind. Naturally, he felt free and his eyes went straight to the serialized novel area.

Seeing Zhu Di's interested look.

Monk Daoyan commented nonchalantly, "The plot is gripping and captivating, the ideas are novel and interesting yet easy to understand, and it tells a story of history, family and country, and the love and hatred between children... It is indeed more interesting than most vernacular novels."

Zhu Di only thought that Monk Daoyan was either studying his Confucianism, Buddhism, or was obsessed with plotting his own seizure of the throne. He had no interest in these things and had never talked about this before. Now he discovered: "Master Daoyan also reads this? His research is quite in-depth?"

Monk Daoyan stroked his beard.

He said nonchalantly, "Haha, why should we limit ourselves to so many limitations and constraints? Being a monk is not just about chanting sutras, but also about delving into Confucianism, learning Taoism, and even watching operas and reading storybooks. What's wrong with that?"

"To be honest, Your Highness, I've read quite a few novels, such as The Romance of the Three Kingdoms, where a young lady from an official family falls in love with a poor scholar. It's a story about appreciating both the elegant and the vulgar, which makes one's life worthwhile."

Zhu Di raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that it was true. People like Monk Daoyan were the most free and unrestrained. Wearing a cassock, he looked more like a monk than anyone else, but in fact, he killed people, rebelled, and instigated chaos in the world... He did everything; he also understood some of the various subjects in the world.

It was precisely because of this that after Zhu Di successfully rebelled, he asked him to preside over the compilation of the Yongle Encyclopedia - a perfect match for his profession.

"Master Daoyan is really an expert in everything." Zhu Di looked at the newspaper in his hand intently and complained casually.

"I've dabbled in it a little, a little, haha." Monk Daoyan put away the last chess piece on the chessboard, picked up his tea bowl and took a sip. He said, "When I really return to Yingtian Prefecture, I'd really like to see who wrote it."

Zhu Di raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him.

He jokingly said, "I will find it and send it to you when the time comes."

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The words are divided into two parts.

Although the beginning of the year was busy in Yingtian Prefecture, Zhu Yunhuan was never too busy. Even though it was a bit hard, he was able to arrange many of the things he had planned in an orderly manner day by day.

Inside the Alchemy Department which is still under strict guard.

Everyone was doing their own job, those who were making steel were making steel, those who were making swords were making swords, the Taoist priests and immortal masters who were researching topics were arguing with each other all the time, and the work of improving and manufacturing muskets was in full swing.

The sweet potatoes planted in Zhu Yuanzhang's vegetable garden grew stronger and stronger under Ma Sanbao's care. The leaves became thicker and thicker day by day, and the growth was flourishing.

As for the court.

Zhan Hui, Fu Youwen and others were dissatisfied and saddened by the fact that Zhu Yunhuan spent 7 million shi of money and grain for no apparent reason, and they also felt that it was completely unnecessary.

But as the saying goes, a higher-ranking official can crush a lower-ranking official.

Not to mention that Emperor Zhu Yunhuan was the ruler of the Ming Dynasty and his word was final. They might have complained a lot in private, but in public...

But no one dares to be careless.

After all, there are many precedents.

Everyone has reached a consensus: the new emperor of this dynasty will really kill people and skin them alive! Just like the previous emperor!

Therefore, no matter how much Zhan Hui cursed in his heart, he honestly promoted those people mentioned by Zhu Yunhuan who had made real achievements in water conservancy construction, polder construction, etc., according to the personnel transfer procedures of the Ministry of Personnel, and quickly transferred them from Anhui, Liaodong, Shandong... and other places, and arranged suitable positions for them in the Ministry of Works, which was mainly responsible for this matter.

As for the Ministry of Works, Qin Kui had already become an isolated minister, and with his current belief in Zhu Yunhuan, his main attitude was "I don't understand, but His Majesty has arranged it, so we will work hard to the death according to His Majesty's requirements."

After the personnel arrived, they immediately arranged for the maintenance and dredging of the Yellow River channel, as well as the construction of embankments in the Zhili area of ​​the capital.

As for Fu Youwen, the one who manages the purse strings...

Well... I cursed along with Zhan Hui, but I still had to approve the expenses for dredging the Yellow River and building polder fields with tears.

This day.

As usual, Zhu Yunhuan reviewed the daily memorials in the Qianqing Palace. If one wants to gain the world, one must bear its heavy responsibilities. This is destined to be something that needs to be done every day.

He idly opened a memorial, his eyes brightening slightly. "Qin Kui's efficiency is... excellent! He's already preparing for construction! This is a good thing. We have to finish it before summer arrives, otherwise, we won't be able to stop the rain this year."

Seeing that things were being done, Zhu Yunhuan felt much more relieved.

He picked up the imperial crimson brush beside him and wrote in a flourish: [I have read it and I am very pleased.] to encourage him.

Ma Sanbao stood beside the dragon desk, grinding the red ink block made of cinnabar in the inkstone, but he said in disbelief:

"Your Majesty, you keep saying this...it's only the first month of the year, how come you already know there will be unstoppable torrential rain this summer?"

"Can you even predict what will happen in the future?"

Ma Sanbao didn't dare to ask any questions.

But he couldn't help but murmur in his heart. After all, these words came from the mouth of his own master. The master's words were always more true than gold, no matter how outrageous they were!

At this time.

There was a gentle knock at the door: "Your Majesty, Duke Ying has returned to the capital and is seeking an audience outside."