This voice is sad, and when it sounds, it is like a cuckoo weeping blood.

Zhu Di was stunned!

And the generals were also stunned.

Inadvertently, a question suddenly popped up in everyone's mind?

Whose general is this, so brave?

Don't you know that the emperor has just issued a military order at this time?

There is also salt, gloves, and gloves. You come out at this time to ask the emperor to return the court?

Who gave you the courage?

Zhu Di was also stunned for a moment. He didn't even hear clearly what the man said. He put one hand on his waist, then turned his head and looked at Fan Zhong beside him and asked:

"Who did he say he was just now?"

Fan Zhong was sure to answer every question, so he immediately said: "The general just heard that he calls himself Kong Jin!"

"Kong Jin, I remember it!"

Zhu Di took a deep breath and nodded first, then paused and said: "Well, I remembered it, Kong Jin, the fiftieth...well, the fifty-ninth generation Yan Shenggong, right? Don't stay in Yingtian City properly.

To worship Master Confucius, we actually came to Datong, which is interesting, interesting."

Zhu Di said two interesting words in a row, then waved his hand and walked back. After taking two steps, he saw many people were still standing there, so he turned back and said with a smile:

"Why are you still standing there? Raise the bill and let him in. Isn't he risking his own life to come to see you? I have to listen to what he has to say, right?"

"yes!"

Hearing Zhu Di speak, a group of people immediately came to their senses and followed him impatiently.

As for Kong Jin, someone else had to pick him up.

When the grain inspector heard Kong Jin's words, he suddenly thought of something. Then he immediately dug into his arms and took out a letter, then presented it to Fan Zhong with both hands and said:

"Your Majesty, this is a letter from home that His Highness the Grand Sun asked his ministers to bring to the Emperor when he came here!"

"Letter home?"

Zhu Di was walking in front when he suddenly heard these words and paused in his steps, as if he had heard the term "letter from home" for the first time.

At this time, Fan Zhong also checked the letter and made sure there was no problem before handing it to Zhu Di.

Zhu Di was a little amused when he saw in his hand a letter from home that was similar to a letter sent by an ordinary family.

Speaking of which, this must be the first time he has received something like a letter from home.

What others gave him were either excerpts or secret messages, secret letters. It was good for his eldest grandson to come up with a new trick!

Send a letter home to the emperor?

I'm afraid this is an ancient story, right?

As he thought this, some curiosity arose in his heart, and he wanted to see what his eldest grandson wrote in his family letter.

Regardless of other people's reactions, he opened the envelope on his own, then picked up the letter paper, raised it, and said with a smile: "I want to see what this guy wrote!"

As he spoke, the letter paper was spread out, and the first sentence suddenly came into view. Zhu Di didn't care and started reading directly:

"Sun Zhu Zhanji knelt down to express his wish to Grandfather Emperor Wanfu Jin'an:

It has been more than half a month since I paid my respects to Grandpa in Yingtian on the second day of November.

Sun and others are safe as usual. I would like to know that my parents are well and strong. The children and young people at home are safe. My brothers are working hard in their studies.

Sun is not happy enough when he gains and is not worried about losses. He always focuses on working hard to become stronger."

………

"Well, that's right. Don't be happy when you gain something, don't worry about losses when you lose it. The main thing is to work hard and become stronger!"

Zhu Di read as he walked. When he read something he felt was well written, he couldn't help but smile and praise it.

The few princes and uncles on the side also laughed when they saw Zhu Di smiling. Although they didn't know what Zhu Di was laughing about, their laughter was always unmistakable.

After finishing the praise, Zhu Di continued to read as if reading from a textbook: "Ji Gang died this year, the national traitors have been eliminated, and the income is huge. Xia Yuanji of the household department can't smile from ear to ear. Everyone is envious of him. He is extremely prosperous!"

"However, if one has no long-term worries, there must be immediate worries. Sun accidentally bothered him and discussed the new salt with the Ministry of Household Affairs. Fortunately, he got it. In November, he made a lot of profit, twice as much as Ji Gang. Sun didn't dare to keep it privately, so he went with it. The original auspicious person agreed to donate seven thousand two hundred silver...two hundred...ahem...to the internal money."

Zhu Di was reciting it and suddenly couldn't say it out, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He stared at the number on the letter in stunned silence.

The few princes and uncles on the side also looked at each other.

Seven thousand two hundred silver?

Is this the only profit that New Salt can make?

Can this be called too many?

Is it twice as good as those who follow the rules?

Some people were curious and couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, the profit from this new salt is not much. It only made 7,200 taels. Why did His Highness Taisun say that the profit was huge? Even more than Ji Gang's? Ji Gang But there are sixty million taels of silver, could it be seventy-two million...hiss..."

After the man finished speaking, he reacted violently, immediately closed his mouth, and retreated in a sullen voice.

Zhu Di: "......"

After taking a deep look at the person who spoke, Zhu Di thought for a while, looked at the grain inspector aside and asked: "I heard what you just said, the new salt is fifty cents per pound?"

The grain inspector was slightly surprised when he heard the seven thousand two cents in Zhu Di's mouth. Hearing Zhu Di's question, he nodded quickly and said: "Back to the emperor, the new salt is indeed fifty cents per catty, but..."

Zhu Di narrowed his eyes and asked lightly: "But what?"

The grain inspector felt a little sweaty behind his back, but he did not dare to hide it and said: "But it is said that there are two kinds of new salt in Hubu, one is yellow salt for fifty cents, and the other is snowflake salt. When Hubu sells it to the salt merchant, it costs ten cents. Two silver coins per catty."

"Snowflake salt? Is it the kind just now?"

Zhu Di frowned, and the grain inspector nodded.

"Since snowflake salt costs ten taels of silver per catty? Why would the Ministry of Household Affairs send this salt to the army? Could it be that it was sent by mistake?"

Seeing the grain inspector nodding, Zhu Di was also a little confused, and his eyes looking at the grain inspector were also cold.

He said that this snowflake salt was as good as the best table salt. How could it be supplied in large quantities?

No matter how extravagant he is and how kind he is to the soldiers, he can't possibly use salt worth ten taels of silver to supply the army's consumption?

The grain inspector didn't see the coldness in Zhu Di's eyes, but he just said whatever Zhu Di asked, and immediately said:

"Xia Shangshu only asked me to report to the emperor that the new salt is endless. He did not say whether it was yellow salt or snow salt. I dare not say anything nonsense."

"Endless new salt?"

Zhu Di looked at the grain inspector, then at the ten thousand words after the seven thousand two hundred on the letter paper, and couldn't help but take a deep breath again.

I didn't know what I was thinking of, so I frowned.

Then he jumped directly over and continued reading, but he no longer read out:

"With this wealth, grandpa will have no worries in the Northern Expedition. Sun is not very happy and wishes he could abandon his pen and come here. However, a gentleman is magnanimous and a villain always has relatives. Sun dare not forget his grandfather's teachings. If the villain is not eliminated, this will be hard to do. An, I hope grandpa will take note of this!"

"(Omit a thousand words of Sun's longing for his grandfather here!)"

"I would like to express my gratitude to you every time I get a chance. I will kneel down and kowtow to my grandpa, Wan Fu Jin An."

Zhu Di's mouth twitched when he saw the word "thousand words" specially bolded.

Then he looked back at Zhen Xizhi, frowned at the previous few words, and then quietly stuffed the letter back into the envelope and put it into his sleeve.

When the uncles and marquis nearby saw that Zhu Di had given up reading, they actually felt as if they were scratching their itch.

There was nothing they could do, they weren't really brainless, they all saw Zhu Di's reaction just now.

Although the number seven thousand two hundred is a bit small, it is obvious that the number has not been finished.

Coupled with the fact that as mentioned above, there are twice as many people as Ji Gang, this makes people even more excited.

But as for the specifics, Zhu Di wouldn't dare to tell them without telling them.

At this time, the coach's tent has also been raised.

Upon entering the commander's tent, the generals were immediately arranged in order according to their official rank.

Zhu Di quickly sat down on the handsome chair, then picked up a military newspaper next to him, looked at it, waved his hand lightly, and ordered:

"Well, let that...Kong Jin, yes, that's him, let him come in!"

After Zhu Di finished speaking, Fan Zhong immediately nodded and shouted.

Soon, the tent door curtain opened, and an old man of about fifty years old walked in, bowing three times and kowtowing nine steps.

Zhu Di looked at his big gift and knew that it was a Confucian way of getting things done, so his eyes were very calm and calm. After he finished the gift, he said calmly: "It was you who was making a noise in the camp just now?"

Kong Jin didn't panic at all when he heard Zhu Di speak. He just kowtowed again and said:

"My minister Kong Jin risked his own life to pay an audience. When the Holy Emperor was on the throne, the Northern Expedition violently invaded the Yuan Dynasty, and the Taisun supervised the country. It was originally a good story. However, the villains in the dynasty caused trouble, causing the Taisun to supervise the country without morality. He was close to the villains and stayed away from the virtuous, and persecuted the Imperial Son to supervise the sacrifices.

Jiu Li Shimian was unjustly imprisoned, and spent a lot of time building useless medicine. He chose a clever name, regardless of his dignity, and established a royal college. He destroyed the orthodoxy of the Imperial College and cut off the aspirations of scholars all over the world. The imperial court was corrupted and the Ming Dynasty was destroyed.
To be continued...