Zhu Yuanzhang, who commanded the wind and rain, lived a long and arduous life.

Also at this time.

Footsteps could be heard outside the Fengtian Hall.

The sound was always noticeable in the dead of night. Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen looked over and found that it was Crown Prince Zhu Biao who had arrived.

He also had a child with him.

Upon closer inspection, it was found to be Zhu Yunwen, the grandson of the emperor.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, Your Highness Yunwen," Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen bowed in unison.

He stared at Zhu Xiong Ying without showing any emotion, noticing that Zhu Xiong Ying's expression was calm, neither humble nor arrogant, and he showed no signs of stage fright.

When grain prices are raised to a certain level, it will be impossible for the wealthy merchants of Rongcheng Prefecture not to release grain!

Zhu Biao felt helpless.

Zhu Xiong Ying nodded and continued, "Grandpa once said that merchants are hateful, driven by profit, and without morality. In fact, these are all the result of the court's macro-control."

"Now that we have your consent, it's not too late to talk to him tomorrow. Anyway, those organizations will only start operating tomorrow."

Zhu Biao chuckled and then asked, "Have you two seen Xiong Ying?"

to be honest.

"This method was devised by my master."

Zhu Biao coughed and said, "Now that everyone is here, Xiong Ying, tell me your plan."

This matter concerns the future governance of the country, so Zhu Yuanzhang had to pay attention to it. As he grew older, he knew that this power would eventually be passed on to the next generation, and the next generation had to learn how to govern the country with righteousness as soon as possible.

Zhu Yuanzhang said sternly.

See people talking, see ghosts talking.

Without saying a word, he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Zhu Xiong Ying, which was his way of expressing his stance.

He personally oversaw three of the four major cases.

hiss!

Zhan Hui's face stiffened, and he gasped, "They...they'll start lowering prices!"

Zhan Hui's face twitched, and his smile began to stiffen, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Last night I went to see Master right away. I went even in the middle of the night. Do you think I didn't consider the interests of our Great Ming?"

Zhu Xiong Ying glanced at the time; he knew he would soon be leaving the palace to go to Tianyun Temple.

Wouldn't it be better to just bring the old man in for a discussion instead of making a decision based on a single city?

"Then let me ask you, at that time, how will the people view us, the Emperor of the Great Ming? How will they view our Zhu family?"

At this moment, Zhu Xiong Ying, whom the group had been eagerly awaiting, finally arrived quickly.

Zhu Di also talked about some things in Beiping and the war, which aroused Zhu Xiong Ying's curiosity.

Zhu Xiong Ying laughed and said, "Grandpa is getting old, and his health isn't what it used to be. We don't need to wake him up when he's asleep at night."

Mother was right, Father is alive and well!

He was neither sick nor injured, and he was right in Yingtian Prefecture, right in front of him!

Upon hearing this, Zhu Xiong Ying's smile instantly turned dejected: "Grandpa, you're in good health, you... you still want to see me sit in that position."

But Zhu Biao always had doubts about how Zhu Xiong Ying would handle things on a large scale.

Zhu Biao casually replied, "It's alright."

Zhan Hui looked at Zhu Xiong Ying with some surprise and asked in confusion, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"We...we, okay, we're a little scared."

Zhu Biao squinted: "You've got guts!"

"Good, good, good." Empress Ma looked defeated. "I just asked. Father said this afternoon that he's not angry with you, and I can go see him whenever I want. That's good news."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Xiong Ying with a puzzled expression: "What do you mean? Tell me."

Zhu Xiong Ying nodded.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened: "Really? It feels like I just asked!"

Putting everything else aside, just this fearless spirit is truly rare!

Afterwards, the father and son began to take a walk in the garden.

"Xiongying, your method is good. It's risky, but the rewards are also huge."

Zhu Xiong Ying's reasoning, or rather, Zhu Chang Ye's reasoning, is very simple.

Zhu Xiong Ying looked at Zhan Hui and said with a faint smile, "Lord Zhan, what I'm talking about is the imperial court raising the grain price in Rongcheng Prefecture!"

“Yes, sending grain is also an option, but it should be done in batches, little by little. As long as we can hold out until the autumn harvest, the crisis in Rongcheng can be resolved. Your Highness’s suggestion is indeed feasible.”

"They opened a gambling den today, let's see if they can keep their heads tomorrow."

Zhu Di smiled and looked at him: "Nephew, let me ask you something. Which method did you come up with?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze was somewhat profound as he said with a troubled expression, "Do you know why we strictly control gambling dens and deal with them severely once they are discovered?"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di scratched his head and said, "Whether you believe it or not, there's no harm in bowing down."

The imperial court has allocated 200,000 shi of grain to Rongcheng Prefecture. If the price of this grain continues to rise, individual farmers will surely sell their grain for profit.

Zhu Biao glanced at Zhu Xiong Ying. This matter... is indeed risky!

As soon as they met, Zhu Yuanzhang started cursing and swearing.

Zhu Xiong Ying retorted, "Then why do they still dare to openly engage in cockfighting?"

"The twelfth prince?" Zhu Di was taken aback, then laughed angrily, "That brat, he's quick to get to the bottom of everything."

Empress Ma rolled her eyes: "You've asked this question eight hundred times already."

"Luck, it's something ethereal yet real. Maybe it's a gift from heaven. Uncle should go and pray. Your master is so divine, Uncle should ask for his blessing to put his mind at ease."

Zhu Xiong Ying bowed slightly: "Lord Zhan, my master taught me to be grateful to those who help me. I understand your good intentions just now. Thank you for your guidance, Lord Zhan."

Zhu Xiong Ying wasn't stupid; he could naturally see through Zhan Hui's good intentions after Zhan Hui's hint.

The uncle and nephew continued walking and talking.

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed and said, "Sister, I'm just so excited."

Zhu Xiong Ying saw it, but... ignored it.

Zhu Yuanzhang suggested with a smile.

He was still a little nervous, so he carefully stood up and went to find a corner to sit quietly.

"Moreover, our Great Ming Dynasty was founded with integrity and uprightness, and it must be governed with integrity as well. If we cannot guide the people onto the right path and enable them to live and work in peace and contentment, but instead have to coax them out of their pockets, what kind of court is this? And what kind of emperor is this?"

Empress Ma laughed upon hearing this: "Is that so? Then why are you laughing at me? You're no better than me."

Seeing Zhu Xiong Ying's remorseful expression, Zhu Yuanzhang was both annoyed and amused.

"Your nephew called me here because of this, right?"

I was overjoyed.

At this time, the grain supply in the Chengdu market will suddenly increase.

He listened to his master explain this passage six times before he finally understood it.

Zhu Xiong Ying nodded and said, "That's right. Merchants are driven by profit. Once there is an oversupply of grain in the small-scale market and the market demand is too high, the result will be that the price of grain in the entire Shouzhou Prefecture will rise wildly."

"If it was bought by mistake, then naturally... it belongs to the imperial court."

Once the market economy reaches this peak.

Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback, then burst into laughter: "Hahaha, that's right! We're both equally afraid of our fathers, we're both equally afraid!"

Ever since hearing Empress Ma talk about his father that afternoon, Zhu Yuanzhang was very excited, and tonight he tossed and turned, unable to sleep no matter what he did.

Zhu Biao nodded and began to close his eyes in deep thought.

"While the court's initial intention was to set up the gambling platform for two coins, human desires are the most uncontrollable. Under the enormous temptation of this wealth accumulation, will court officials line their own pockets? Will the common people gamble for more than just two coins?"

"Father! My lords!"

Zhu Xiong Ying didn't keep them in suspense and continued, "Once the economic leverage shifts towards individual grain farmers in Shouzhou Prefecture, then large merchants who hoard grain will inevitably gravitate towards these individual farmers."

The last case involved Lan Yu's group, and that was because he was dead. If Zhu Biao hadn't died, there wouldn't have been this case.

"Anyway, Dad said you can go anytime."

After the father and son turned a corner, they saw several people gathered together, with Hongwu Tongbao coins pressed down in front of them, and several large roosters fighting so hard that their feathers were falling off.

Zhu Xiong Ying ran out and grabbed Zhan Hui.

He stayed with Old Zhu, discussing his father.

.

….…….….….….

The next day.

Beside him was another person, his fourth uncle, Zhu Di.

For him to do that to his nephew now...

Zhu Di was truly unable to lower himself from his position.

quiet!

There was silence!

You can hear the needle drop!

While Zhu Biao was still deep in thought, Zhan Hui was already so excited that his words were almost overflowing.

Zhu Di was stunned for a moment, then asked in surprise, "Master? That... immortal?"

Laughter broke out, and grew louder and louder.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the cockfighting group, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Gambling has no limits. Human nature is greedy. Who would only bet two coins?"

Fu Youwen echoed this.

"The bad news is that Dad doesn't want to see you for the time being, but I don't think it's because he doesn't want to. Judging from his tone, he's afraid. As for why he's afraid, I really don't know."

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard Zhu Biao explain the method, his eyes lit up, and he immediately decided to use it!

This method is a high-stakes gamble; if it succeeds, it's a huge win!

He's betting!

"Macroeconomic control?" Zhan Hui frowned.

Zhu Yuanzhang's words were firm, but his tone was outwardly fierce but inwardly weak.

but.

Zhan Hui was reminding Zhu Xiong Ying, and even seemed eager to reveal his own countermeasures to Zhu Xiong Ying.

Fu Youwen, as the Vice Minister of Revenue, naturally knew this and hurriedly replied, "Since the court is actively 'profiting from the national crisis,' they will definitely follow suit and throw grain into the water!"

He stood up and had a eunuch bring over a long table, gesturing for everyone to gather around.

This suggestion, though risky, is undoubtedly extremely brilliant!

This eldest grandson of the emperor, his way of thinking is truly out of this world!

Zhu Xiong Ying was not afraid of everyone's gazes, and even gulped down his tea.

Zhan Hui bowed and said, "Your Highness, it is our honor to hear about the solution to the crisis in Rongcheng so soon. How could we blame Your Highness for this?"

Zhu Biao nodded, extremely satisfied.

After a moment, Zhan Hui smiled and said, "Hehe, does His Highness the Crown Prince mean that the imperial court should send grain over?"

And this moment,

Zhu Yunwen, who was in the corner, was stunned.

But U.A. had an idea...

Zhu Yunwen sat at the very back. He was usually very imposing, but when he suddenly saw these senior officials, some of whom held high positions like Fu Youwen and Zhan Hui, others like Zhu Di who had dominated Mongolia for a long time and exuded a murderous aura, and still others like his father whom he was usually afraid of.

As a result, grain prices began to rise and sellers began to lower their prices.

He seemed to have endless things to say.

Zhu Biao has nothing to worry about; he's been taught by him since he was a child.

When it came to economics, which would be discussed in later generations, Zhu Biao and the other officials only vaguely understood what he was talking about.

"Well, a little bit... Girl, to tell you the truth, we wouldn't dare go without you by our side. We're really afraid of Dad."

Zhu Xiong Ying suddenly realized that he had been thinking too simply.

Zhu Xiong Ying smiled and continued, "It's not just those grain farmers in Chengdu who are making a fortune off the national crisis. The real wealthy merchants must have an outrageous amount of grain in their hands. Even if the imperial court were to borrow or buy grain, they wouldn't dare to give it to them, nor would they sell it!"