Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Di had already changed into loose clothes and was looking at the book with a book in his hand.

In the bedroom, a huge sand table has been set up for some time.

Some officials from the Ministry of War are laying out various terrains.

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

"Well, are you all here? Sit down!"

He didn't know how long he had been watching, but Zhu Di suddenly put down the book in his hand, then raised his eyes and glanced at a few people. Pretending to have just discovered a few people, he waved his hand and motioned to the eunuch waiting on the side to bring a few for the four of them. Small stool.

After a few people sat down, Zhu Di waved his hand and said to the attendant:

"Come here, prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones for your grandson."

Zhu Zhanji blinked his eyes and looked confused.

Zhu Di looked at him with a smile but not a smile and said grimly:

"Boy, ten victorious strategies must be ten victorious. The one in the main hall is just one strategy. You can write the remaining nine strategies here. If you can't finish it before I go to bed, you can go directly to the prison to write it. , have someone submit it to me after you’ve finished writing it!”

Zhu Zhanji was stunned and instantly felt that his whole body was not good. Isn't this the same as the legendary little dark room in later generations?

Isn't it just out of context?

As for that?

Readers in later generations who were more handsome than Yanzu would only send razors to him at most, and there is no way the author could make a fortune from this.

How come you have arranged a small dark room for me?

Isn't it embarrassing me, Fat Tiger, to finish writing the memorial here?

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanji subconsciously wanted to refuse:

"Hey, Grandpa, this...that..."

"Call the Emperor, what this and that? Stop following your father's example!"

Zhu Di's eyes widened and he interrupted Zhu Zhanji's words with a stern face without mercy.

Zhu Zhanji was speechless. His unscrupulous grandfather, after scaring his son, wanted to scare his grandson again?

If he hadn't known about 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 on the sidelines, had a bright smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth almost cracked to the base of his ears, and he added with a smile:

"Dad, I think you shouldn't embarrass this child. What does this child know? He has never been to the frontier and has never been on a battlefield. What can he write? Does he understand what war is?"

He seemed to be trying to save Zhu Zhanji, but the more he spoke, the more he laughed, and every word he said was belittling Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji rolled his eyes when he heard this. No wonder this silly and foolish second uncle could be fooled around. With his emotional intelligence, he was born in the royal family, and even after he was sold, he was still helping count money.

Zhu Zhanji was too lazy to pay attention to this fool. He cupped his hands in front of Zhu Di and said:

"Sir... uh... Your Majesty, isn't this the Ten Victories? It's a waste of time to write down the excerpts, so I'll just dictate them to you."

"Well, tell me!"

Zhu Di didn't think much about it, just thinking that his grandson was being lazy, but he nodded and didn't refuse. Instead, he ordered Zhu Gaochi on the side:

"Prince, the grandson said, remember it!"

"Yes, I obey your order!"

Zhu Gaochi walked to the desk with a shaking body and began to prepare pen and ink.

Zhu Gaoxu was ignored by no one, asking for trouble. He folded his hands dryly and sat back on the small bench with some arrogance.

Zhu Zhanji smiled when he saw this, stood up and walked among a few people,

Teacher Xiao Zhu pretended to hold up her non-existent glasses and slowly said:

"Just now in the main hall, I have talked about the political policy. In fact, there is also the economic policy..."

Seeing that several people were confused, Zhu Zhanji paused and explained:

"Well, you understand economy as finance. As we all know, the grassland peoples are all herdsmen, and what they rely on for survival is grazing livestock. For this reason, the best horses come from the grassland. Even if the Ming Dynasty is strong now, in the

The horses are far inferior to the grassland."

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

"Bah, fart!"

Before Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, the "god of learning" Zhu Gaoxu stood up immediately and said "poof" and retorted:

"Those herdsmen are not fools, so how can they listen to you? If you say you don't herd horses, you won't herd them? Do you think they are stupid?"

"Indeed, as the second brother said, it is tradition for herdsmen to herd horses. Not to mention you, even your grandpa cannot order them not to herd horses. Zhanji, why are you talking nonsense?"

"Academic Master" Zhu Gaosui couldn't help but speak.

On the contrary, "principal" Zhu Di, after checking the "notes" of "squad leader" Zhu Gaochi, calmly picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said calmly:

"Go on, you made a mistake. You will take your father to prison tonight!"

Zhu Zhanji: “…”

His face darkened, and he glanced at Zhu Gaochi who was wiping away cold sweat beside the desk. Zhu Zhanji then continued:

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

"

Zhu Zhanji said, but his words changed and he looked at Zhu Di and said:

"Your Majesty, my mother often complains to my father recently. The palace says that the Prince's Palace is stingier than the Han Palace. In fact, I know that my father is also feeling bitter. The Prince's Palace is poor. Unlike the Han Palace, Yunnan's big palace

Cars come in one after another, and everyone is a handful of golden beans..."

"Hey, eldest nephew, what are you talking about? You kid is just making fun of me, your second uncle? It's just a joke, how can you taint your second uncle's innocence out of thin air?"

Before Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, Zhu Gaoxu felt a pin cushion under his buttocks and rushed to Zhu Zhanji in a few steps to cover Zhu Zhanji's mouth.

Of course, Zhu Zhanji couldn't let him succeed. He ran behind Zhu Di and looked directly at Zhu Gaoxu.

Zhu Gaoxu:?_?

Zhu Di rolled his eyelids, glanced at Zhu Gaoxu, who looked guilty, and said lightly:

"I'm not dead yet. If you don't want to sit and listen, just kneel down and listen!"

"Why!"

Zhu Gaoxu's face turned bitter, he glared at Zhu Zhanji fiercely, and knelt on the ground obediently to listen to the lecture.

"Grandpa, my second uncle is cruel to me!"

Zhu Zhanji immediately complained. Several black lines appeared on Zhu Di's forehead, but he ignored him and said:

"Keep talking."

When Zhu Zhanji saw this, he resigned. Knowing that this unscrupulous old man wanted to trick Zhu Gaoxu into helping him fight, it would be nice to make Hanhan kneel down and listen, so he said:

"Grandpa, isn't the Prince's Mansion poor? The weather has become colder and colder recently. Even Yingtian Mansion has had several heavy snowfalls. Many people have been frozen to death. I heard that blankets are woven from the wool on the grassland.

, has always been the softest and warmest thing, so I was thinking that if this thing could be shipped to Daming and woven into a good woolen sweater, I should be able to make a lot of money,"

"So I plan to arrange for people to go to the grasslands early tomorrow morning to find those herders to purchase large quantities, and then reach some agreements with them to let them let go of raising sheep. In the future, I will not only have as much wool as I want, but also

The price definitely satisfies them. I wonder if grandpa can make the border checkpoints more accommodating to the people I arranged to pass through."

After Zhu Zhanji finished speaking, the Qianqing Palace fell silent.

None of the people here are fools. Even the naive Zhu Gaoxu only has a low emotional intelligence and a passing IQ.

I clearly understand the meaning behind Zhu Zhanji's words.

Once the Ming Dynasty purchased wool at high prices, no matter whether the herdsmen were willing or not, the prairie nobles who saw the money in vain would force them to herd sheep.

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

The first thing to bear the brunt is the horses, which have the largest number on the grassland.

To the Ming Dynasty, the grassland without horses was like an undefended girl.

Come when you want and leave when you want.

Zhu Di suddenly stood up, clenched his left fist into the palm of his right hand, and his eyes suddenly brightened:

"Okay, I'll keep it at a good price. I'll give you as much wool as you want. OK, come here."

After Zhu Di finished speaking, he immediately yelled. As soon as he finished speaking, an old eunuch ran in and knelt on the ground waiting for instructions.

"Go and find Xia Yuanji, the Minister of Household Affairs."

"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, the Minister of War."
To be continued...