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

Zhao Ren stared wide-eyed, his face full of question marks.

Meeting someone?

Isn't this absurd?

Who else could possibly be worthy of an audience with these three old ministers?

Even if they are princes or grandsons of the emperor, His Majesty can simply summon them directly, right?

Why do they have to make a special trip there? Who is this person?

While he was still hesitating, Zhu Yuanzhang had already left the Jinshen Hall.

Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen hurriedly followed.

Huh? Where are they going?

Why did His Majesty leave as well?

Zhao Ren was shocked, then lifted his robe and quickly followed.

The words fell.

Zhu Changye looked at everyone and continued, "Then... let me try to elaborate. Besides delivering mail, do post stations also provide lodging, food, and storage for passing merchants?"

my God!

Zhu Changye then smiled and asked, "Xiong Ying, what brings you three gentlemen here?"

The last time they came to Yingtian Prefecture for the market, Tianyun Temple was not well-known, but this time it suddenly became so famous that people are saying that Tianyun Temple is very popular.

This is not corruption, nor is it extortion.

"Master Zhu is truly a man of immense talent! His learning is unparalleled throughout history!"

He couldn't help but wonder if he was having this illusion because he had smelled sandalwood.

The ghostly aura on the three people was clearly unintentional, and it wasn't left by evil spirits. It was more like they had stumbled into a ghostly horde, or... a place of yin energy!

"It must be to show respect to the City God. Otherwise, why would I buy what I like to eat? I just think these are delicious, so I'm sharing them. Do you agree with what I'm saying?"

To be honest, they're really kindred spirits.

Although Zhao Ren did not understand Zhu Changye's identity, he knew that Zhu Changye was definitely of extraordinary origin.

"Always running around without eating, that's not good."

Thinking this, Zhan Hui also showed a proud smile, but still humbly pushed his hand away: "I wouldn't dare!"

"I traveled all day yesterday to reach Yingtian Prefecture. The journey was exhausting, and I didn't get a good night's sleep."

Zhu Changye smiled and said, "This gentleman is overthinking it. Our Yingtian Post Station occupies fifty acres of land. I ask you, can one or two officials live on fifty acres of land?"

"Moreover, the customs of our Great Ming Dynasty are based on human relationships and social customs, and are a legacy of affection passed down from our ancestors. What do you think?"

“….”

"Brother Li, do you feel the same way?"

He never told his two close friends about his family or relatives in detail, yet they knew exactly what kind of nonsense he was about to spout.

Zhan Hui stroked his beard and smiled, somewhat smugly. Unlike the scholars of the Hanlin Academy, he didn't hold a calligraphy banquet every few months, which was, frankly, a way to sell his calligraphy in a more elegant way.

Zhu Xiong Ying's eyes widened as well.

Seeing his two friends looking so radiant, Li Dahui couldn't help but mutter to himself.

These three people seemed to be visiting for the first time, looking around curiously at all the furnishings in Tianyun Temple. Their complexions were all slightly sallow.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't want to explain further: "Take them there. On the way, they'll tell you that we have other things to do and won't stay here any longer."

Oh, this…

Zhao Ren was shocked again. He stammered, wanting to say something, but felt that what he was about to say was too outrageous.

Zhu Changye walked to the incense-burning area of ​​the Taoist temple, where the incense was as thriving as ever.

Zhu Changye suddenly realized: "Then, what would you three like to ask?"

How could anyone even think of that!

The expressions of everyone froze, and they remained silent for a long time, digesting, absorbing, and calming their shocked emotions!

Zhu Changye observed this and smiled, saying, "The court is short of money, but there are other ways besides that."

Therefore, the two of them had to set a trap for Zhao Ren in advance!

He pondered deeply.

Zhu Changye nodded, which was taken as an agreement.

Since Wangya Mountain was not under the jurisdiction of Yingtian Prefecture, he could not calculate too much, but he could calculate the approximate location of Wangya Mountain.

Zhu Changye did not answer, but simply nodded.

"Besides, what an honor it would be for ordinary people to even catch a glimpse of the emperor's calligraphy! Is thirty or fifty taels of silver expensive?"

"Mule and horse are slow, and they are usually used to carry the clothes and gifts of officials entering the capital. However, these officials rarely enter the capital more than a few times a year, so there must be a lot of mules and horses idle in the post stations. These idle animals are used to carry letters and gifts, and the type of animal is used to distinguish between military and state affairs and ordinary letters."

"Then we can divide the region into east, south, west, and north, and have the post station couriers be responsible for delivering letters in each of the four directions."

Two of them are "Qinyi Zhili Junpinglu" and "Hongwu Kuaijilu"!

These two books were ones that Zhu Xiong Ying obtained but couldn't understand, so he ordered someone to rush them over so that his master could take a look.

Sudden.

“Xiongying, you write the character ‘住’ (zhu, meaning ‘to live’).

He shook his head and said that he felt he looked terrible today.

Do you have this feeling?

If it's not a problem with the fragrance, then what is it?

Li Dahui was puzzled.

Li Dahui's friend interrupted him.

He was about to speak when he suddenly noticed the books on the stone table.

"Is this place really that magical? It feels pretty much the same as other Taoist temples, nothing special."

Zhan Hui spoke first, clasping his hands in a fist and saying to Zhu Changye, "Master Zhu, I am a straightforward person, so please don't mind if I ask too many questions."

"Grandson, take them to see your master."

The next moment, the two friends said "yes, yes, yes" and clapped perfunctorily, which made Li Dahui roll his eyes.

Fu Youwen was delighted, stroked his beard, and said with a smile, "Thank you for the compliment."

As he spoke, he did some quick calculations with his fingers.

Zhao Ren: ? ? ?

What does it mean?

Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen exchanged another glance. Naturally, they did not want Zhao Ren, the Minister of War, to be above them. The Ministry of War was already a powerful and influential position, and they could not allow it to suppress them further. Thus, both of them began to have their own ideas.

only….

Today, Zhu Changye saw something quite different.

Zhu Changye continued, "What about His Majesty Hongwu? If he were to write the words on a stamp, it would cost at least thirty or fifty taels of silver, right?"

The above are all issues they care about, but what they care about most is money!

Everyone knows that the imperial court is short of money!

Zhu Changye thought for a moment: "Two steps, the post station is for accommodation and mail delivery."

The conversation between the three was mostly based on speculation, without any substantial evidence. Others might not have noticed anything, but Zhu Changye was different, and he began to pay attention.

"These are the calligraphy works of the emperor and his ministers; they are meant to be collected and passed down as family heirlooms."

Zhu Changye laughed and said, "Xiong Ying, you've misunderstood."

"Such valuable stamps would naturally not be sold to ordinary people. They are usually bought by literati and scholars. Would they be willing to circulate such exquisite items and just stick them on mail?"

Why does the grandson seem so familiar with this place, as if it were his own home?

where is this?

Why is it that I, an old man, have never known this?

Zhu Changye was reading a book in the courtyard.

After getting up, he woke up the other two people and looked at their expressions; each of them was speechless.

The ghostly aura that had clung to the three of them was completely swept away by the wind from the sleeves of their robes.

Zhu Changye said, "That's simple."

That's Zhu Biao!

But now these two books are actually in Zhu Changye's house, and casually placed... How could these old ministers not be shocked?

"Taking Yingtian Prefecture as an example, let's assume that the first day of each month is the day when people mail their letters and items."

He planned to investigate thoroughly once he got back.

Li Dahui looked around in confusion: "Is it because the incense here smells better?"

Their conversations became increasingly broad, ranging from the City God Temple's efficacy to problems in Wangya Mountain, to seeing road closures on the way back, and various other random suspicions, all presented in a seemingly logical and detailed manner.

Everyone knows that this is not the point.

Zhu Xiong Ying was slightly taken aback, and when he came to his senses and looked at Fu Youwen and the others, he asked in confusion, "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

Zhao Ren pondered for a moment and said, "But old Taoist priest, have you considered that if this move is made, wouldn't many people think that the imperial court is doing what merchants do?"

“You are all high-ranking officials in the imperial court. For example, Minister Zhan, you are the teacher of all scholars in the country. So if you write the word ‘post’, its value will not be three or five coins. It will be worth at least ten or more taels of silver, right?”

The three of them stared blankly at Zhu Changye.

Now that he had seen it, he could not allow the ghostly energy to harm people. This was their good fortune; they had come to Tianyun Temple to cleanse themselves.

However, this also proves the importance that Chongba attached to this reform.

Upon hearing what the eldest grandson of the emperor said, Zhan Hui, who had been smug just moments before, immediately stopped laughing.

Zhu Xiong Ying's eyes widened, and she said, "Master, it's so expensive! How can ordinary people afford it? Grandpa will definitely not agree to it, no way!"

"Yes, that's why I bought a lot of food this time, including meat."

Then, Zhu Changye thought of something.

"To be honest, I felt very tired when I woke up last night, which is because I went to the market all day, but I've actually had this feeling since I was at Wangyashan."

Zhu Xiong Ying's gaze was also intense.

Li Dahui saw himself reflected in the bronze mirror.

It seems that it cannot be done.

While he was thinking.

Those present were all important officials of the imperial court; none of them were fools, but rather, each of them was exceptionally intelligent.

Seeing that the three ministers had no more questions, Zhu Xiong Ying finally spoke up: "Master, could you please explain in detail how it works?"

For example, one's innate identity.

"As for whether the money should go to the tax office or the post station, the court can decide for itself."

"Ok?"

Zhu Changye entered the study and quickly brought over paper and pen.

He was reviewing his lessons for tomorrow. Lately, the other children loved listening to him tell stories, and he loved telling stories too, so naturally he was paying close attention.

Zhu Changye smiled and nodded: "Lord Fu understands perfectly."

Zhu Xiong Ying was stunned for a moment, then said in a daze, "It seems...that makes sense."

"it's wired."

The soreness and fatigue in my body vanished instantly, and I even straightened my back a little more without realizing it.

"A little."

Zhao Ren nodded slightly: "Yes, I was rash. What you said makes sense."

Hearing this, his friend fell silent.

Where did the thick ghostly aura emanating from those three people on Wangya Mountain come from?

Zhu Changye murmured, "Wangya Mountain..."

After Zhu Changye finished speaking, Zhan Hui and Fu Youwen both laughed.

"Huh."

“….”

“I know, otherwise we would have wasted our time listening to those storytellers talk about the City God. Food that has been consumed by incense offerings, merits, and spirits may have the appearance, but it has no flavor inside.”

Which scholar in the world does not cherish his or her name?

It's just... a bit of a pity!

Such a great opportunity to gain fame.