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

Chapter 32 I'm the Man Who Watched Game of Thrones!

"Gudong!"

Looking at the big stick thicker than his arm, Zhu Gaoyu swallowed, and looked at the old man with a mournful face.

"Father, we have an agreement. Didn't we all agree at the beginning? We wrote everything clearly in black and white."

The old man raised his eyebrows, and squatted down again to look at Zhu Gaoyu.

"Who talked to you?"

"Where's the agreement?"

"Who can testify against you?"

"Who dares to testify for you?"

After four consecutive questions, Zhu Gaoyu's teeth itch.

If he sees the benefit, he will turn his face, and if he doesn't give it, he will threaten him. This old man doesn't want any face at all.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to not let the silver boat come.

Otherwise, not only would he not be able to get the money, but the military power he wanted would probably also disappear.

"My mother can testify, she is our witness."

Zhu Gaoyu moved out of his mother directly.

Seeing that the brat brought out his wife, the old man's face darkened, and he said stinkingly, "Don't scare me with your mother."

"Brat, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

"Honestly bring the money over, and our father and I will write off all accounts."

"Otherwise, don't even think about getting out of bed before the Chinese New Year."

Lifting the stick and pressing it on Zhu Gaoyu's shoulder, the old man issued an ultimatum.

"Your Majesty, who do you want to keep from getting out of bed?"

Just when Zhu Gaoyu had a helpless expression on his face, and the old man was smiling with pride, Empress Xu's voice sounded at the door.

The smile froze on his face.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Gaoyu's mouth, and he raised his eyebrows provocatively at the old man.

"mother!"

The two idiots who were blocking the door hurriedly stepped aside and saluted Empress Xu.

Empress Xu stepped in, glanced at the two brothers, and snorted softly.

"I'll settle accounts with you two later!"

The faces of the two brothers instantly became bitter, and they looked at the old man resentfully.

In Daming, the old man wanted to beat the two brothers, and his mother interceded.

If the old lady wanted to beat them both, absolutely no one would dare to object, the old man would even do it himself, and it was the kind that didn't ask why.

"That... Miao Yun... We didn't say who we were going to hit, we just frightened this brat."

Glancing at Zhu Gaoyu, the old man greeted his wife with a smile.

"Speaking of it, we get angry. This brat dares to greed for our money. If you say a little bit, it's fine."

"But this kid is really dark-hearted. He actually ate them all for us, and he's not afraid of being overwhelmed to death."

Walking to his wife, the old man filed a complaint as soon as he opened his mouth.

Empress Xu glanced at him helplessly, stepped forward and pulled Zhu Gaoyu up, and while helping him to pat the dust, said to the old man:

"It's true, you have backed down on what you promised your child. If it were me, I wouldn't want to."

"We didn't say we regretted it..." The old man quickly defended: "We are just afraid that the child will spend money indiscriminately. Besides, you know the current situation of the court. There are priorities..."

Empress Xu nodded slightly.

She naturally knew about her husband's difficulties. If it wasn't for the lack of money, the emperor of a country would not be so disregarding face and backtracking.

"I discussed with Si'er. There are still 210 million taels in cash. I asked him to take out 200 million taels, and the remaining 10 taels will be used as hard work expenses for him."

Just as Zhu Gaoyu was about to open his mouth, Empress Xu glanced at him and shut his mouth obediently.

Hearing that there are 200 million taels, the old man's eyes lit up instantly.

According to historical records, Daming's annual income is tens of millions. In fact, this is just a calculated record.

80% of the tax revenue is in kind or precious banknotes, and there are very few real cash.

Although it is only 200 million taels, it can be worth tens of millions of taels in the hands of the imperial court.

The reason is also very simple.

Except for foreign countries, which court asked its own people to do things and paid the money all at once.

"But there is a premise. What you promise must be done."

Just when the old man was thinking about how to spend the 200 million taels, Empress Xu spoke again, repeating the agreement.

"This……"

The old man hesitated a little.

When Zhu Gaoyu was promised to complete the task at the beginning, he was given the power to form the Daming Ocean Navy because he felt that it was impossible for Zhu Gaoyu to complete the task.

A child who has never left home since he was a child has no business acumen, and it would be good if he didn't lose money.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Gaoyu really had such a brain.

Not only did he not lose money, but he also made a lot of money.

This made the old man a little embarrassed, and he was a little bit hard to get off for a while.

Give it, he was a little worried.

After all, the navy is related to the water defense force of Ming Dynasty, if one fails, it will have a great influence on the imperial court.

Don't give it.

It was clearly written in black and white. If he refused again, it would not only damage his image in the eyes of his son, but also hurt his wife's heart.

At the same time, he was a little curious.

My wife, who is extremely intelligent, will not fail to understand what I am worried about.

Moreover, Zhu Gaoyu's mastery of the navy will make him think differently and seriously affect the position of the boss.

The daughter-in-law who has always supported the eldest, suddenly changed her mind to support the fourth.

As the so-called husband and wife are of the same heart, Empress Xu can understand what the old man is thinking after just a glance.

She didn't explain first, but waved to Biyu who was standing at the door.

Jasper, who was standing at the door, came in holding a tray.

Under the puzzled eyes of the old man and the two silly sons, Empress Xu lifted the red cloth on the tray, revealing a few big onions inside.

"What is this? Why haven't I seen it?"

The old man curiously picked up one, turned it upside down, and sniffed it again.

The eyes couldn't help squeezing hard.

The taste is a bit strange, and it is pungent and spicy to the eyes.

Standing beside Empress Xu, Zhu Gaoyu, who was a good baby, curled his lips speechlessly when he saw this scene.

Can you put the onion that has been peeled and opened in front of your eyes without being dazzling?

"This thing is called an onion, and it is a new vegetable that Si'er found from overseas."

"Oh, it turned out to be a vegetable."

As soon as he heard that it was vegetables, the old man lost all interest in it in an instant.

"Your Majesty, don't underestimate this vegetable, you know how much it yields per acre."

Seeing that the old man had lost interest, Empress Xu smiled slightly, remembering her gaffe when she learned about the production of this product, she decided to embarrass her husband as well.

"How much can this be? Could it be more than carrots?"

It is not that the Ming Dynasty did not have high-yield vegetables, and radish was one of them.

It's just that because of seedling cultivation, and chemical fertilizers and pesticides, the output is not as high as that of later generations.

As far as Zhu Gaoyu knows, the radishes produced in the imperial fields of the Ming Dynasty are taken care of by special personnel to catch insects.

However, ordinary farmers, because of the land, fertilizer and care, can only barely reach a thousand catties.

It is also for this reason that the ancients never considered radishes to be a high-yielding crop, but only thought that the output of radishes was a little higher than that of ordinary grains, that's all.

"Taller than a carrot!"

The smile on the corner of Empress Xu's mouth grew stronger.

"How much?"

Curious, the old man picked up the onion and looked at it again.

"According to what Si'er told me, this thing can produce four to seven thousand catties per mu!"

"What!"

The old man jumped up all of a sudden, and the onion in his hand almost fell to the ground.

God, the yield per mu is four to seven thousand catties. If it can be grown, even non-staple vegetables can help the common people survive the famine.

The only thing the old man is worried about now is whether the onion will look like a carrot.

There is a saying that goes well: If you die of poverty, you will not plow the farmland, and if you die of starvation, you will not enter the radish garden.

If this onion is like a radish, eating it will help digestion, and will cause greater hunger, and even eat it every day, and diarrhea, edema, etc. will also occur.

No matter how high the output of this thing is, to Daming, it is just another dish on the table, that's all.

If Zhu Gaoyu knew the old man's worry, he would definitely smile.

Onions don't stop hunger, what a joke.

Zhu Gaoyu doesn't know about other vegetables, but he knows onions very well.

You know, he is a man who has watched Game of Thrones.

(End of this chapter)