I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 107 You forced me to do this!
In the middle of winter and the twelfth lunar month, the Zhonghai and South China Seas in the Xiyuan area are covered with a thick layer of ice, making it impossible to go boating to pick flowers and listen to small songs.

But for some old clappers, this is the best season.

Nested in the fragrant warm pavilion, legs and feet stretched out, let the two plain hands rub, pinch, rub, old arms and legs, humming comfortably.

Then, with a sudden jolt, half body sweat will pour out, and the whole body will float up.

Under the service of two young women, I took a hot bath, changed into a dry and soft loose shirt, sat on the floor, and cooked a pot of mutton...

……

"Do you want mashed garlic? This thing tastes the most delicious when you boil mutton."

"Do you want some scallion powder?"

"It's a pity that there is no chopped pepper, our Daming's small hot pot has no soul..."

The happiest moment of Zhu Youjian, the idiot emperor, was when he was treating guests to dinner. Xu Guangqi, Mao Yuanyi, and Song Yingxing couldn't bear the enthusiasm with that enthusiasm.

To be courteous for nothing, to rape or to steal... Cough, no, to rape or to lose!

This Long Live Lord, what kind of prodigal act has he done?

"Long live, you...speak directly when you have something to say." Song Yingxing was still honest, seeing the emperor hesitate to speak several times, he couldn't help but said.

"Zhen, I do have something to say," Zhu Youjian pondered for a few moments, then said with a smile, "Everyone has worked hard this year."

Then, without saying a word, he quickly started to boil the mutton.

Several ministers were stunned for a while, and smiled wryly.

The emperor invited a few of them to eat hot pot together. He must have something on his mind. He was upset, but he couldn't speak it out.

"Your Majesty, are you worried about the Liaodong matter?" Mao Yuanyi asked.

Zhu Youjian shook his head and said with a smile: "It's nothing to be a mere slave. They originally had less than 20 cavalry. In the battle of Xifengkou and Pidao, they lost nearly [-] elite soldiers.

Coupled with the containment force of Kuwu Island and Phi Island, in the past two years, there will be no scumbags. "

"I'm very anxious. After all, there are three things. One is food, one is steam turbines, and the other is the research and development of new firearms."

Several scientists were silent.

Food, productivity, weapons.

If these three problems are not resolved, the more glamorous the Ming Dynasty is, the easier it will be for people to think about it. Maybe one day a group of hungry wolves will come to look for food and eat the Ming Dynasty like a big fat pig.

In fact, a few people don’t know, what the idiot emperor Zhu Youjian wanted to say was two other things——

To lose, or to lose?

This is still a problem.

Because it involved the theory of national luck, Zhu Youjian didn't dare to confide in his heart.

What he planned was too big.

Originally, I thought that after I lay down, I would make a fortune, build weapons and equipment, build water conservancy, develop Ming Dynasty's productivity, and completely solve the food problem, and everything would be fine.

At present, it seems that I am still too young to understand the human heart.

'During the Ming Dynasty, officials were so corrupt, who else could use them? '

'Even people like Sun Chengzong and Lu Xiangsheng were inevitably corrupted and won over, and they couldn't bear the sugar-coated bullets of Jiannu, Beiman and even Japanese people, let alone Hong Chengchou, Wu Sangui, Fan Wencheng and others? '

However, Zhu Youjian quickly figured it out.

The root cause still lies with the imperial court.

The reason for all kinds of worries and anxieties is that Zhu Youjian has been emperor for a long time, and he has begun to enter the drama.

In the face of interests, the so-called imperial court and the so-called emperor are nothing!

'Since he is the number one prodigal son of Ming Dynasty, then let go of his hands and feet, and lose a lot! '

'This is what you forced me to do, so just wait and see! '

……

"Several loves, I invite you to cook mutton today. There is indeed another thing." Zhu Youjian filled a bowl of wine for everyone and said with a smile: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon;

Turning the new year is the second year of Chongzhen. This year is destined to be extraordinary.

Because, I'm going to start farming. "

Xu Guangqi, Song Yingxing, and Mao Yuanyi didn't react, but Wei Zhongxian's old-fashioned face immediately pulled his hips down.

Crumpled, like a piece of bitter gourd skin.

Because, he found that the idiot emperor Zhu Youjian had a weird smile on his face again when he said these few words, isn't this just a sign of wanting to prodigal?
The emperor wanted to prodigal, so he, the chief eunuch, naturally became the family's little treasury.

No, now it looks like a cornucopia!
Whenever people want to take money, just reach in and grab a handful, there is no room for resistance at all.

But what can I do?Zhu Youjian has now completely controlled the Ming Dynasty. Whether it is the civil official group, the military generals, or even the Dongchang eunuchs, they are completely in his hands.

He Wei Zhongxian, a great eunuch known as [-] years old, in the eyes of this dog emperor, is nothing more than a knife that he handles very smoothly.

Or, one of the emperor's shadows.

"Why, I'm going to farm, and you, Wei Zhongxian, are not satisfied?" Zhu Youjian glanced at the eunuch casually, and said casually: "If you feel a little embarrassed, I will change someone."

With a 'plop', Wei Zhongxian fell to his knees on the ground, and kept saying, 'Your servant should die, your servant should die'.

A large piece of the crimson python robe was immediately wet.

Zhu Youjian ignored Wei Zhongxian, but picked up the ivory chopsticks, and called the others to continue to tease: "Come on, let's continue to tease, our Daming is a big fat sheep!
If you cook a pot, he cooks a pot, and one day, everyone will have nothing to do, so they will have to be stewed by Jian slaves, Japanese people, and the Eight-Power Allied Forces?
When that day comes, even if we ordinary people of Ming Dynasty want to eat hot shit, we still have to see other people's faces, believe it or not? "

As he spoke, Zhu Youjian became a little overbearing, and directly threw a pair of ivory chopsticks at Wei Zhongxian's face.

In this way, he didn't seem to be able to let go of his hatred, so he simply kicked the big eunuch away three or four steps, and only then did he somewhat relieve his hatred.

Xu Guangqi and Song Yingxing, two great scientists, looked confused. They wondered what happened to His Majesty the Emperor today. Why did he suddenly become 'Long Yan furious'?
Among those present, only Wei Zhongxian and Mao Yuanyi knew something about it.

But neither of them dared to talk too much, for fear of bumping into the dog emperor's fire.

"Long live Lord is suffering. Looking at the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, one-third of them, from the third rank and above, have collusion with Jiannu, Beiman, Japanese, Korean, etc..."

'Gold, silver and jewellery, family interests, beauties and good wine are clearly poisons! '

Even Wei Zhongxian, who was slightly injured, felt a burst of misery and bewilderment.

This Ming Dynasty, what should we do?
When the emperor rewarded Mao Wenlong with Shangfang's sword, Wei Zhongxian didn't take it seriously, thinking that the idiot emperor simply took off his pants and farted, which was unnecessary.

The dignified general of Dongjiang Town, with 10,000 elite soldiers, restrains [-]+ slave cavalry, and suppresses a Koryo country.

Who would have expected that someone would mess with this kind of thing?
Mao Yuanyi held the chopsticks and silently cooked the mutton. The ring finger of his left hand tapped lightly on the table, as if he was weighing and deducing something.

Wei Zhongxian got up from the ground, quickly brought over several large plates of tripe, abalone, deer tendon, bear's paw and other ingredients, and asked with a flattering smile: "Long live, are you in a better mood?
If you feel better, eat more meat with chopsticks.

If the anger is still there, you can kick the servant a few more times, but don't hold back your anger..."

Zhu Youjian picked up a piece of bear's paw and put it in the shabu-shabu, and another piece of abalone, and smiled wryly: "This abalone has a taste, why do you cook it with the bear's paw?"

As he spoke, he dropped the chopsticks directly, looking a little dispirited.

"Your Majesty, my humble minister... also wants to farm."

Suddenly, Mao Yuanyi, who had been silent all this time, stood up, bowed deeply to Zhu Youjian, and said solemnly: "Wei Chen wants to lead some students from the Daming Lecture Hall to open up wasteland and cultivate land.

On the one hand, it can reduce the burden of some courts, on the other hand, it can also let the students experience the hardships of the people's livelihood through labor training, which will be of great benefit to their future growth.

Please Your Majesty bestow a piece of land! "

(End of this chapter)