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

I was suddenly "destroyed" by someone.

Zhan Hui still felt helpless.

After all, this means that he no longer has any time to think about whether there is a more suitable solution with a slightly greater chance of success. This also means that everyone on this ship has to wait for such a tiny chance.

But even if they were to burn their boats...how many people could accomplish the victory like in the Battle of Julu, where 50,000 were against 400,000?

……

On the other side, Fu Youwen got the news and left the palace in a panic. He drove his carriage straight to his mansion and arrived at his doorstep in no time.

"Is Youde waiting for me inside?" He hurried in and asked.

"Master, we have been here for a while. The kitchen has already prepared the meal urgently." The doorman outside the door responded immediately.

Fu Youwen nodded expressionlessly, without saying anything more, and walked straight into his mansion and entered the largest reception hall in the mansion.

A table had indeed been prepared inside. Fu Youde, dressed in the formal attire of a duke, sat alone at the table. Although his hair and beard were a little whiter than the last time they met, his heroic demeanor was still as handsome as ever.

There were bowls and chopsticks in front of him, but he didn't touch the food on the table.

His eyes were a little dazed, and he looked lost in thought, which was somewhat inconsistent with Fu Youwen's previous impression of his younger brother.

Fu Youwen stepped over the threshold, but Fu Youde was still in a daze, seemingly unaware.

Seeing my younger brother looking so abnormal.

Fu Youwen's heart was even more tense.

He called softly, "Friend?"

Hearing his brother's voice, Fu Youde finally came back to his senses and looked at Fu Youwen and said, "Brother! You're finally back!"

Seeing his younger brother's expression of "finally seeing his family", Fu Youwen immediately spoke out to comfort him, "Your Majesty's sudden action is indeed putting too much pressure on you."

"But... since it has come to this, you have no choice but to work harder and fight a desperate battle. It's just about mobilizing troops. I, your brother, really don't understand it and can't help you with anything." Fu Youwen said with some heartache.

Although the two seldom meet, they are close brothers, otherwise Fu Youwen would not have risked passing on information to him so many times.

And now the situation is that "the arrow is on the string and must be shot."

The most difficult one is Fu Youde.

However, as soon as he said this, he saw his younger brother reveal an indescribable expression and said, "What's the pressure? I really don't have much pressure. It's His Majesty, I wonder what he thinks."

After saying that, Fu Youde let out a long sigh, as if he had finally let out some of the frustration in his stomach and finally found someone to complain to.

This made Fu Youwen stunned. He asked in disbelief, "Not much pressure? Brother, those Huaixi nobles who rely on their merits as rogues and soldiers... if it were just one or two of them, it would be fine. But you alone... can you handle a whole group of them?"

After saying this, I don’t know what he was thinking about.

A hint of realization crossed his face, and he looked at his younger brother expectantly and said, "Could it be that you've already figured this out? Do you have a way to successfully resolve this mess?!"

After saying that, he sat down next to Fu Youde with great interest, as if he was listening attentively.

My brothers understand it themselves.

Fu Youwen knew that Fu Youde was not an impetuous or arrogant person.

However, he only heard Fu Youde sighing, his face full of helplessness: "Brother, you're overthinking it. They are a group of people who have all walked down from the battlefield. Without any merits, how can they be made dukes or marquises? I am alone... I am not afraid, but it is hard to say whether I can win!"

The anticipation and smile on Fu Youwen's face froze instantly, as if he had swallowed a fly. "Then why don't you stay here with me?"

Seeing his brother's frustrated look, Fu Youde came to his senses. "Yes, I forgot to tell you the most important thing! His Majesty doesn't want us to stay in Yingtian Prefecture to fight against those people! His Majesty plans to transfer us directly to the coastal areas of Zhejiang and Fujian to train troops!"

"What do you call this?"

At this point, Fu Youde frowned in confusion, looked at his elder brother with a respectful look, and complained: "Speaking of this matter, His Majesty also said that four million dan of money and grain have been prepared for the reinforcement and training of troops in the coastal areas of Zhejiang and Fujian... Why don't you, the Minister of Revenue, give him some advice?"

Fu Youde has a lot of grievances to vent, and so does Fu Youwen.

After being criticized by his younger brother, a mask of pain immediately appeared on his face. He sighed and said, "How do you know I didn't try to persuade him? I did. Even that old man Zhan Hui tried to persuade him indirectly, using both emotional and logical arguments. And there was that stubborn man from the Censorate who was too blunt. During the budget meeting in the Qianqing Palace, His Majesty had him kicked out on the spot by someone."

"Your Majesty's temperament is... stubborn as hell."

"Brother, let's close the door. I'm going to say something disrespectful..." At this point, Fu Youwen glanced around and lowered his voice, "The current young emperor is even more dictatorial than the previous emperor! Once he makes a decision, no one can change his mind! What can I do?"

Finally finding someone he could talk to without worrying about anything, Fu Youwen talked to himself to his heart's content. He took two breaths before his eyes froze. He belatedly said, "Wait! What did you just say? His Majesty wants to send you to the coastal area?"