My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 11 The happiest thing in the world is cheating! (For investment, for further reading!)
The conversation again ended in failure, and Zhu Gaoyu walked out of the cabin a little annoyed.

Zuo Jun, the chief guard waiting at the door, and the twin maids of different races hurriedly paid their respects.

Impatiently pushing away the cloak handed over by the maid, Zhu Gaoyu walked to the side of the boat, looked at the wide sea, frowned slightly in thought.

The influence of Confucianism is too serious.

Not only fooled the people's thinking, but also had a great influence on the upper echelons of the court.

These influences not only biased personal thinking, but also substituted into it when formulating national strategies.

Zhu Gaoyu gave up his home country and traveled thousands of miles to find the Australian mainland. Apart from the climate of Ming Dynasty and the criss-crossing of local forces, he also wanted to find a new place to break the absolute control of Confucianism and carry out new reforms.

Thinking of building a new order from nothing in the future, Zhu Gaoyu felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.

But these are all things to face in the future, the most urgent thing now is how to pass the test of the old man when he goes back.

Zheng He was right.

What Zhu Gaoyu did was straightforward, but he had to give the court an explanation later.

It's easier for the court to handle, as long as the old man passes the test, the rest of the problems are not a problem.

But the problem is, the old man at home is not easy to fool.

I earned a lot for the old man.

But Zhu Gaoyu couldn't guarantee whether the old man would collect things the first day and sell himself the next day after wiping his face.

Thinking about the second child who was cheated by the old man all his life, Zhu Gaoyu felt that this possibility was very strong.

That old man is really shameless.

Also, if you go back by yourself, you may have to trick the old man, and the old man will be more likely to slash you with a knife.

We must find a way to fool this matter.

Isn't there a saying that says, if you want to suppress a hot topic, you have to release a bigger news.

As long as my old man and the court are too busy to care about their heads and feet, then this little thing I did will probably be forgotten soon.

"Zuo Qianhu, what do you say can make the court attach great importance to it, and put all your energy on this matter without caring about other things."

After thinking for a long time, Zhu Gaoyu didn't have any clue. He looked to the side like a wooden pile, holding his knife to be alert to the left army around him.

Zuo Jun, twenty-three this year, Zhu Gaoyu's personal bodyguard and chief guard.

At Zuo Jun's age, he served as the chief guard of a prince. In addition to his own ability, he also had the shadow of his father.

His father, Zuo Erniu, used to be Lao Zhu's bodyguard. Later, Zhu Gaoyu's father, Zhu Di, was granted the title of Beiping, and his father was assigned to the old man's side, responsible for protecting the old man's safety.

It's a pity that his father died in battle to protect the old man when he was in Jingnan.

Zuo Jun, who served as Xiaoqi, replaced his father Baihu.

In the following battles, he made a lot of contributions, and was promoted to Qianhu by the old man after the war.

Originally, the old man wanted to arrange for him to go to Jinyiwei, but Zhu Gaoyu dragged him to serve as the head of the guard. He also introduced his concubine's cousin to him.

"Your Highness, you are looking for something to keep the court busy and ignore what we are doing in Colombo."

Zuo Jun really lived up to Zhu Gaoyu's high regard, and hit the point with one sentence.

Zhu Gaoyu looked at him expectantly, "Any thoughts?"

After understanding Zhu Gaoyu's meaning, Zuo Jun pondered for a moment, then glanced at the two serving at the side, the twin maids said: "Your Highness, did you forget that when we left the Sultanate, did their Sultan ask you for a request?"

"Of course, rebellion may have a greater effect."

Zhu Gaoyu gave a slight pause, and kicked Zuo Jun angrily.

"You can rebel."

"Oh, it really is a bystander who knows, how could I forget this matter."

"Haha, the old man is a very happy person. I will give him a visit from all nations to make him and the civil and military officials busy. I don't believe they still have time to trouble me for such a trivial matter."

Thinking of a way, Zhu Gaoyu's little irritability disappeared in an instant, and he glanced at the two beautiful maids beside him.

Thinking that they might be used in the future, he decided to reward them, stretched his waist, pretended to be tired and said to Zuo Jun: "I'm tired, I'll go back and rest first, you can take a stroll by yourself."

Zuo Jun, who stood at the same place and saluted and sent off, looked at the two maids who followed Zhu Gaoyu and disappeared at the top of the stairs. Thinking of the princess' explanation and threats before leaving, a sad expression appeared between his brows.

That afternoon, Zheng He and Zhu Gaoyu issued new orders to the fleet.

The order to return directly was canceled by the two, and they announced that they would go north along the east coast of Asan.

In the next few days, as the fleet headed north, the crew found that they were in a bad mood a few days ago, and His Highness, who would scold everyone he saw, returned to the beginning, smiling and kind.

Zhu Gaoyu is in such a good mood, not because he has a solution, but because his illusory space needs new changes.

After Zhu Gaoyu was named the King of Yue and opened up the golden finger, except for the mysterious and yellow aura that appeared every day, there was not much change in normal times.

There is no way, Zhu Gaoyu has studied that field for five or six years, and has come to a conclusion.

There is no use for this field other than farming.

In addition to that field, another item is the air of black and yellow.

Zhu Gaoyu researched and speculated that this kind of dark and yellow aura should be the power of faith generated by personal admiration for him and trust.

In the past few days, Zhu Gaoyu was pleasantly surprised to find that the black and yellow clouds floating above the field increased significantly faster than before, and the number of growth was also increasing.

In the past, the amount of black and yellow qi formed every day was about one and a half.

"Quantity" is Zhu Gaoyu's collective name for a unit of measurement for Xuanhuang's breath.

Each amount can irrigate a field once.

Before going to sea, Zhu Gaoyu can get a certain amount of Xuanhuang Qi every day.

After going out to sea, Zhu Gaoyu came into contact with more and more countries and met more and more people. The daily production volume began to increase slowly.

Before the Ceylon incident, it had reached one and a half times a day.

And just this morning, the daily output increase has reached 4 and a half, and the momentum of growth has not stopped.

This surprised Zhu Gaoyu very much.

Over the years, he has been saving water while watering the fields, and he plans to save up to 100 waters to open up new fields again.

The more fields you have, the more food you can get.

A field in Unreal Space is about ten acres in size.

It is no problem for the family to eat, but thinking about the future plan, the huge amount of food needed, and the production of a field, no matter how high and fast the output is, it will be a drop in the bucket.

Therefore, Zhu Gaoyu needs more fields, so that when the Australian mainland is developed in the future, there will be enough food support.

After six or seven years of accumulation, Zhu Gaoyu has more than 80 volumes in his hands.

It's not that Zhu Gaoyu doesn't want to save more, but the daily dosage is there, and he can't keep it even if he wants to.

Zhu Gaoyu also thought about saving food for a few years without growing it.

As a result, he only insisted on this idea for a few days before giving up.

The space is very deceiving. Even if the field is empty and nothing is planted, it must be warmed every day, otherwise the land will slowly desertify.

Once the land is desertified, if you want to save it, it is estimated that the amount you will pay is not a small amount.

Since the food will be consumed whether or not it is grown, Zhu Gaoyu no longer thinks about anything wrong, and honestly irrigates every day, becoming an old farmer.

Sometimes when planting and watering, Zhu Gaoyu would recall the days when he set an alarm clock to manage the penguin farm in his previous life.

(End of this chapter)