Daming: I asked you to supervise the country, Daming is all crazy?

Chapter 8 Happy is grandpa, unhappy is the emperor's Zhu Di! ! !

Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Di had already changed into loose clothes, holding a booklet in his hand and reading it intently.

In the bedroom, a huge sand table had been set up at some point.

Some officials of the Ministry of War are arranging various terrains.

After the four of Zhu Zhanji walked in, they saluted and stood obediently in a row.

"Well, they're all here? Sit down!"

I don't know how long he looked at it, Zhu Di suddenly put down the booklet in his hand, then raised his eyes and glanced at a few people, pretending to have just discovered the appearance of a few people, he waved his hand, and motioned to the eunuch who was waiting on the side to bring some for the four of them. Small stool.

After a few people sat down, Zhu Di waved his hand and said to the attendant at the side:
"Come here, prepare the pen, ink, paper and inkstone for the grandson."

Zhu Zhanji blinked his eyes and looked confused.

Only then did Zhu Di look at him with a half-smile and said grimly:
"Boy, the ten victories naturally require ten victories. The one in the hall is considered one. You can write the remaining nine strategies here. If you can't finish writing before I go to bed, you can go directly to the imperial prison to write." , when you finish writing it, ask someone to present it to me!"

Zhu Zhanji was taken aback for a moment, and instantly felt that his whole body was not good. Isn't this equivalent to the small black house in the legend of later generations?

Isn't it broken chapters?

As for?
Those readers who are more handsome than Yanzu in later generations will only send blades at most, maybe the author can use this to make a fortune.

How did you get here, even a small black room was arranged?
Finishing the memorial here, isn't this embarrassing me, Fat Tiger?

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanji subconsciously wanted to refuse:
"Hey, grandpa, this...that..."

"Your Majesty, what about this and that? Don't learn from your father!"

Zhu Di glared, and interrupted Zhu Zhanji's words with a stern face and a cold face.

Zhu Zhanji was speechless. This unscrupulous grandfather of his family wants to scare his grandson after scaring his son?
If he hadn't known the old man's bad temper, he might have been really frightened.

Seeing that Zhu Di refused to let Zhu Zhanji call him grandpa, Zhu Gaoxu, who was watching the show, had a bright smile on his face, the corners of his mouth almost cracked to the base of his ears, and he interjected with a smile:
"Father, I think you should not make things difficult for this child. What does this child know? He has never been to the frontier, and secondly, he has never been to the battlefield. What can he write? Does he know what war is?"

He seemed to be helping Zhu Zhanji, but the more he talked, the more he laughed, belittling Zhu Zhanji in every word.

Zhu Zhanji rolled his eyes when he heard that, this silly second uncle, no wonder he can be played around, just this EQ, born in the royal family, even after being sold, he is still counting money.

Zhu Zhanji didn't bother to pay attention to this foolishness, he arched his hands at Zhu Di and said:
"Grand... Uh... Your Majesty, isn't this just ten wins? It's a waste of time to write the scriptures. I'll just dictate it to you."

"Well, you say!"

Zhu Di didn't think much about it, he only thought that the grandson was being lazy, but he nodded and didn't refuse, but told Zhu Gaochi who was beside him:

"Prince, grandson said, remember!"

"Yes, my son obeys the order!"

Zhu Gaochi walked up to the desk with a wobbly body, and began to prepare pen and ink.

Zhu Gaoxu who was on the side ignored him, made himself feel bored, folded his hands dryly, and sat back on the small bench a little arrogantly.

Zhu Zhanji smiled when he saw this, got up and walked among the few people,

Teacher Xiao Zhu helped the non-existent glasses, and said slowly:

"Just now in the hall, I have already talked about the political velveteen policy, but in fact there is also the economic velveteen policy..."

Seeing the confused faces of several people, Zhu Zhanji paused and explained:

"Well, you understand the economy as finance. Everyone knows that the grassland peoples are herdsmen, and what they live on is the grazing livestock. It is precisely because of this that the best horses come from the grassland. Horses are far inferior to grasslands."

"So my second strategy is actually to make the herdsmen on the grassland give up their horses..."

"Bah, fart!"

Before Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, Zhu Gaoxu, the "student god" on the side, immediately stood up and said "bah", and retorted:
"Those herdsmen are not fools, how could they listen to you? You say you won't graze horses if you don't graze them? Do you think they are stupid?"

"Indeed, as the second brother said, herdsmen herding horses are a tradition, not to mention you, even your grandpa can't order them not to herd horses, Zhanji, why are you talking nonsense?"

"Xueba" Zhu Gaosui couldn't help but speak.

On the contrary, "principal" Zhu Di checked the "notes" of "squad leader" Zhu Gaochi, took a sip of the teacup calmly, and said lightly:
"Keep talking, I was wrong, you take your father to jail tonight!"

Zhu Zhanji: "..."

His face darkened, and he glanced at the poor Zhu Gaochi beside the desk who was starting to wipe off his cold sweat, Zhu Zhanji continued:

"Second uncle and third uncle, whether the herdsmen are stupid or not, I don't know if they listen to me, but I only know that if they see the benefits of not raising horses, they will make changes anyway. This is the economy I am talking about. "

Zhu Zhanji said, but his words changed, he looked at Zhu Xi and said:
"Your Majesty, recently my mother has often complained to my father, saying that the Prince's Mansion is more stingy than the King's Mansion of Han. In fact, I know that my father is also suffering. The Prince's Mansion is poor, unlike the King's Mansion of Han. Cars come in one car at a time, everyone is a handful of golden beans..."

"Hey, nephew, what are you talking about? You kid is making fun of your second uncle and me? Just kidding, how can you insult your second uncle's innocence out of thin air?"

Before Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, Zhu Gaoxu felt that there was a needle cushion under his buttocks, and rushed to Zhu Zhanji in two or three steps to cover Zhu Zhanji's mouth.

Naturally, Zhu Zhanji couldn't let him succeed, he ran behind Zhu Di as soon as he moved, and looked straight at Zhu Gaoxu.

Zhu Gaoxu:_
Zhu Di rolled his eyelids, glanced at the guilty Zhu Gaoxu, and said lightly:
"I'm not dead yet, if you don't want to sit and listen, just kneel and listen!"

"Hey!"

Zhu Gaoxu's face turned bitter, he gave Zhu Zhanji a hard look, and obediently knelt on the ground to listen to the class.

"Grandpa, Second Uncle is killing me!"

Zhu Zhanji immediately filed a complaint, and several black lines appeared on Zhu Di's forehead, so he ignored him and said:
"go on."

Seeing this, Zhu Zhanji accepted it as soon as he saw it, knowing that this unscrupulous old man would trick Zhu Gaoxu into helping him fight the war, and it would be good to make Hanhan kneel and listen, so he said:
"Grandpa, isn't the Prince's Mansion poor? The weather has been getting colder and colder recently. Even Yingtian Mansion has had several heavy snowfalls, and many people were frozen to death. I heard that blankets woven from wool on the grassland , has always been the softest and warmest thing, so I was thinking that if this thing can be transported to Daming and woven into a good woolen sweater, it should make a lot of money."

"So I'm going to arrange people to go to the grasslands early in the morning to find those herdsmen to buy in large quantities, and then reach an agreement with them to let them let go of raising sheep. Not only will I want as much wool as I have in the future, but also The price definitely satisfies them, I don’t know if Grandpa can make the border checkpoint more accommodating to the people I arranged to pass.”

After Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, there was silence in Qianqing Palace.

None of the people here are fools, even the naive Zhu Gaoxu is just too low in EQ, and his IQ is still passing.

It is very clear what Zhu Zhanji's words implied.

Once Daming buys wool at a high price, no matter whether the herdsmen are willing or not, the grassland nobles who see the white money will force them to herd sheep.

Although the grassland is large, the pastures are limited. Once the sheep are herded extensively, the number of other livestock will naturally be reduced.

The first to bear the brunt is the largest number of horses on the grassland.

To Daming, the prairie without horses is like a defenseless girl.

Come when you want, go when you want.

Zhu Di stood up with a "chuckle", clenched his left hand and smashed it into the palm of his right hand, his eyes became bright all of a sudden:
"Okay, I'm satisfied with the safekeeping at a good price, and I want as much wool as I want, okay, come here."

After Zhu Di finished speaking, he immediately roared, and an old eunuch immediately ran in, knelt on the ground and waited for orders.

"Go, find the Secretary of the Household Department, Natsuhara Kichirai."

"Here!"

Just as the eunuch was about to leave, Zhu Di immediately called the old eunuch back and said:

"Come back and call Jin Zhong, Shangshu of the Ministry of War."

"Here"

After calming down, Zhu Di turned his head to look at Zhu Zhanji and said impatiently:
"go on!"

The corner of Zhu Zhanji's mouth curled up:
"Your Majesty, I'm thirsty!"

Zhu Di: "..."

Zhu Gaochi: "..."

Zhu Gaoxu: "..."

Zhu Gaosui: "..."

"Come here, serve tea to the grandson!"

With a big wave of Zhu Di's hand, a young eunuch immediately handed it over with a cup of hot tea.

Zhu Zhanji took it, and took a sip happily. The imperial tea from Qianqing Palace is the best tea, and even the court ministers rarely drink it once on weekdays.

"Don't tell me soon?"

Seeing that Zhu Zhanji was going on endlessly, Zhu Di stared and began to urge.

"Hey, don't worry, Your Majesty!"

Zhu Di: "Call me Grandpa!"

Zhu Zhanji: "..."

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The corners of his mouth twitched, Zhu Zhanji nodded speechlessly:
"That, um, grandpa, ten winning strategies for velveteen. The first strategy is to disintegrate the hearts of the herdsmen of the grassland tribes. The second strategy is to let the herdsmen see the benefits of sheep herding and start herding sheep. Not only will the number of herding horses be reduced, but they will no longer If you are obedient, we will stop buying wool, and they will collapse their finances in an instant, this is the third strategy!"

Zhu Zhanji paused slightly, then raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"The third strategy I call assimilation!"

(End of this chapter)