"The Zhu family doesn't lie to the Zhu family?"

When Zhu Gaosui heard this, he was slightly startled, and then nodded, feeling that these words were inexplicably warm.

However, he did not agree. Instead, after thinking for a moment, he softened his tone and said, "Nephew, can you let me think about it for a while?"

"Of course!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded when he heard this. He could tell that this third uncle was actually a little moved.

The so-called consideration is most likely just to find out how credible his words are.

But Zhu Zhanji didn't care about this, after all, he did not deceive the third uncle with what he said.

He also hopes that this time he can use this third uncle to attract the attention of the Ming vassal king overseas to facilitate his next plans.

Seeing that what was said was almost done, Zhu Zhanji stood up with a smile and said: "In that case, I will leave first. After the third uncle goes to Yingtian, there will be someone to resettle him. The third uncle can rest assured. Now in Yingtian, as long as there is someone

If you have hands and feet, you will never go hungry or cold."

"Oh……"

When Zhu Gaosui heard this, he twitched the corner of his mouth silently.

At this time, seeing Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Gaosui finishing their conversation, Zhang Mao also came over with the two Jinyi guards from before.

Seeing several people coming back, a carriage that had been arranged for a long time also drove outside the stone pavilion. Zhu Zhanji walked to the carriage, got on the carriage, and then showed his head through the window, looking at Zhu Gaosui in the pavilion and shouting

road:

"Third uncle, I'm leaving. When I get to Yingtian, when you've settled in, I'll have a drink with you!"

After saying this, the curtains were lowered, Zhang Mao shook the reins of the carriage slightly, and the carriage began to drive slowly.

Zhu Gaosui: "......"

Looking at the back of the carriage slowly leaving, Zhu Gaosui narrowed his eyes, stood there with a sneer on his face, and whispered to himself:

"The Han king's party, the princeling party, and this nephew are really not good things!"

He didn't speak loudly. As soon as he finished muttering, the two Jinyi guards rubbed their arms and said with a bit of respect on their faces:

"Prince Zhao, it's time to hit the road!"

………

………

"This third uncle is not a fuel-efficient lamp!"

On the carriage, Zhu Zhanji recalled Zhu Gaosui's words and deeds, and couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Although his third uncle is not very courageous, his ambition is not small. Even though it was just a few words of conversation, Zhu Zhanji could tell it.

This third uncle must have had something nasty happen to his second uncle that he didn't know about.

Otherwise, with the relationship between the third uncle and the second uncle being so good that he almost wears a pair of trousers, it would be impossible for him not to mention the second uncle when he talks about overseas interests.

But now he didn't say a word, and he didn't even object to his words to sow discord.

If you think about it carefully, you will know that this third uncle definitely has a problem with the second uncle.

But this is also a good thing for him. In Zhu Zhanji's opinion, it is best to completely separate the relationship between the two. After all, the King of Han plus the King of Zhao, and the King of Han and the King of Zhao alone are completely different concepts.

He was thinking about these things when suddenly the carriage stopped.

Zhu Zhanji was wondering when the car curtain was opened a crack, and Zhang Mao's voice came in:

"Your Highness Taisun, there is a group of scholars fighting in front!"

"A group of scholars started fighting?"

Zhu Zhanji was slightly startled when he heard this. It was not uncommon for scholars to fight. He had seen and heard many of them.

Zhu Zhanji was not very interested, so he planned to let Zhang Mao go around and leave.

Zhang Mao's explanation came again, with a hint of gloating in his voice:

"Grandson, they are a group of scholars, fighting one of them!"

After Zhang Mao finished speaking, a scolding voice came over:

"Yu Tingyi, I think you have just arrived here from Zhejiang. You don't know the current situation and have never read the newspapers. You have many misunderstandings about the Northern Expedition. I also admire your talent on weekdays. I will not make things difficult for you today. As long as you

How about you bow your head and apologize to us, and I’ll let you go today?”

With the sound of scolding, someone was heard talking about the Northern Expedition and the newspaper. Zhu Zhanji was about to ask Zhang Mao to leave in a detour, but he paused slightly and got stuck in his throat.

Then I couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Regarding the Northern Expedition, since the first issue of the newspaper came out, the trend among the people has changed drastically, and many scholars have begun to praise the Northern Expedition.

Even some enthusiastic people started to go north early. Zhu Zhanji had heard reports from Jin Yiwei in the past few days. Although there were not many scholars who went north, there were almost hundreds of them now.

But everything is relative.

Some people support the Northern Expedition, but naturally there are still some people who oppose it.

Especially after the voices in favor of the Northern Expedition became more and more intense, the voices of opposition gradually began to increase.

Zhu Zhanji had also heard about these things, but he had not paid too much attention to them until now. However, he did not expect that when he went out, he would run into such a thing.

And listening to the news, it seems that those who opposed it suffered the loss.

I couldn't help but feel a little curious, so I didn't ask Zhang Mao to arrange a detour. Instead, I asked Zhang Mao to drive the carriage aside and sit in the carriage and watch the excitement.

This place is not far from Yingtian City, and there are many merchants, common people, and refugees coming and going.

Zhu Zhanji was not the only one watching the fun. Zhu Zhanji stopped the carriage aside, but it didn't attract anyone's attention. At most, some people took a curious look at it, and then stopped paying attention after seeing that they were also watching the fun.

.

On the contrary, more people are pointing fingers at these scholars:

"What the scholar said is reasonable. I have also read the newspaper. The purpose of the Emperor's Northern Expedition was to make the Ming Dynasty more stable. The uprising against the Yuan Dynasty has only passed a few decades. Now that the Oara Tatars are ready to move again, I think the Emperor is going to attack the Ming Dynasty.

It’s good.”

"But after all the fighting, it's not the people who suffer in the end. Many places have been affected by disasters this year. If this war continues endlessly, when will there be peace?"

"What do you know? If the emperor doesn't fight, is it possible that the Oara and Tatars can't fight us? Haven't you seen that Yan Shenggong and other old men have given up their writing and joined the army? Even the saint's family has to join the army in the Northern Expedition, how can there be any mistakes in the Northern Expedition?

?”

"This scholar is too ignorant. He has read the books of the sages, but he does not know how to imitate the families of the sages. I have read this book in vain!"

Zhu Zhanji opened the carriage curtains and raised the corners of his mouth slightly when he heard the comments from passers-by.

The role of newspapers is still obvious. Although newspapers only publish a few issues now, their influence is getting deeper and deeper.

Whether you are a scholar, a wealthy businessman, a commoner, or a dignitary, when it comes to the Northern Expedition, the first thing that everyone will think of is the darkness under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty.

Then there is the discussion of Yanshenggong Kong Jin.

Gu Yan

Moreover, due to the Northern Expedition, Zhu Zhanji added a lot of guiding words in newspapers, and now most of the comments among the people are extremely positive.

At this time, when I heard that most people were discussing in support of the Northern Expedition, the scholar who had scolded him earlier showed a bit of pride on his face. He looked at Yu Tingyi who was knocked down by his companions on the ground, raised his chin and said:

"Yu Qian, did you hear that? Everyone who has read the newspaper knows that if the emperor does not attack the Oara and Tatars, the Oara Tatars will attack us. Now the Oara Tatars are not as good as the Ming Dynasty. If we don't fight at this time, will it be possible to return the favor?

Do you want to wait until the Wara Tatars become stronger and then come to attack us?"

"Yu Qian?"

Hearing the name suddenly shouted by the scholar, Zhu Zhanji, who was watching the excitement, suddenly stopped breathing.

Then he subconsciously looked towards the person lying on the ground.

There are some bruises on his face, probably from being beaten just now, but he can vaguely tell that he is not very old, and he must be around eighteen or nineteen.

In this era, he has passed the limit of adulthood, and he has a little green velvet beard at the corner of his mouth.

After hearing the accusations from a bunch of people, Yu Qian didn't panic. He put his hands on the ground and sat up. He looked around, with a bit of sarcasm on his face, and said without giving in:

"I came all the way from Zhejiang to the north. Everything I saw and heard was desolate. There were constant droughts and frequent locust plagues. There was no food left in the house. Many people were selling their children to survive. Countless houses were in ruins. Heavy snow came.

When beams fall, people die, and the people suffer from natural disasters. The water is still alive and hot."

"And you keep talking about the Northern Expedition, but don't you know that the Northern Expedition was not a day's work? The country is not rich, natural disasters are not coming, and the fields are barren, so how can we get the food and wages for the Northern Expedition? Even if there are war opportunities in front of us, if the food and wages are insufficient, the Northern Expedition will definitely be

All the previous efforts have been wasted. Even if the Northern Expedition can be won, it will hardly damage the foundation of the Oara. It will only waste the Ming's national power and make the people more miserable. The Oara Tatars will still be strong. The weather will not come and man-made disasters will continue. What will happen to the Ming Dynasty then?"

"Full of nonsense!"

After Yu Qian finished speaking, all the scholars were speechless. Several angry voices sounded, and the next moment someone immediately punched and kicked Yu Qian.

Zhu Zhanji looked at the carriage and shook his head.

He originally expected what these scholars who supported the Northern Expedition would say.

Unexpectedly, these people didn't know how to refute Yu Qian's words.

Feeling a little disappointed, Zhu Zhanji saw Yu Qian being beaten again and immediately said to Zhang Mao: "Arrange a few people to disperse all these scholars!"
To be continued...