Chongzhen Undergraduates

"Zhu Xianggong, we drove for an hour to see the thresher you mentioned. The day before yesterday you sent someone to say that there is this thing, and everyone wants to learn more about it. No, the villages near us are all Make an appointment to come together." The man named Fifth Brother Liu led the big guy into the courtyard to look around, very curious.

"You guys, this is how it's made." The young man took off a few corn cobs and threw them into the hopper of the thresher. Grains, a fully threshed grain core is peeled off.

"Hey, this thing is good." Fifth Brother Liu was surprised to see it, and he was eager to try it.

"Come on, try it." The young man gave the rocker to Fifth Brother Liu.

"Tsk tsk, this thing is full of iron bumps, it's not cheap." A Chinese character said while touching the machine.

"It's like this. A single family can't afford this thing. The yamen recommends that you buy it together in a village, or you can rent it..." The young man talked about a lot of things from the court. Policies to support agriculture.

After working for another half an hour, when the three threshing machines were carried away by a group of people, the young man realized that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

"Master, why don't you leave after eating?" The hostess walked to the side of the young man, looking at him with distressed eyes as he was packing up his things and preparing to leave home.

"Don't eat, you see the sun has already come out, if you don't move, you won't be able to catch up." The young man smiled, and gently stroked the woman's fallen hair.

The life of the common people is poor, and the days are very ordinary, and there are hardships in the ordinary.The woman stood under the eaves of the door of the small yard and looked at the man who was eating pancakes and sitting in a wooden two-wheeled carriage without a carriage, with tears in the corners of her eyes.Perhaps only he knows how the boy who was used to wearing silk and satin became what he is now in three years.

A large number of refugees took the initiative to move to the Jianghuai area after learning that Daming had beaten the Tartars and thieves away.Zhu Cihong, who didn't have any help at the beginning, was simply unable to immigrate 10 people to Xinyang by himself.Ever since, Zhu Cihong stayed in Xinyang for three years, never daring to bring up the matter of going back to Nanjing.

According to his status, Zhu Cihong is just a clerk in the yamen here. He has a lot of official affairs and needs to travel around in various counties in Xinyang Prefecture.

Since the beginning of the previous year, the Ministry of War has selected a piece of land in the large-scale barren hills of Queshan as the court's horse farm.Xinyang Prefecture, as a place to support army construction, needs to supply a warehouse with fodder.Zhu Cihong is the supervisor of this matter.

The Queshan Racecourse is actually the place where the later Queshan Training Ground is.The comprehensive area must be several times larger than that of later generations. It is called the horse farm, but it is actually a training ground specially used by the Ministry of War to train cavalry.

After the Jianghuai War, the Ming army began to attach importance to the construction of cavalry. All the horses seized in the war were gathered and distributed to four large horse farms.

The four racecourses are: Lukou Racecourse, Queshan Racecourse, Yishui Racecourse and Jiangyou Racecourse.

At the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the horse administration was to raise horses scattered among the common people, and finally provide them to the state.This system is the same as farmers farming and paying grain, and it is a system issue.

What Zhu Youjian has to do is to scale up the racecourse, nationalize it, and wait until the time is right to restructure and marketize it.

If the imperial court proposes to let some private person run the racecourse at this time, it is estimated that no one in the Ming Dynasty would dare to do this.In an era when you can lose your head if you hide a bow, you have tens of thousands of war horses and you can't be skinned?

The Ming Army raised 10,000+ war horses in these four horse farms, but there were no stallions because the war horses were all castrated.The nomads are not stupid. When the Central Plains blockade them with iron, they blocked the Han horses.In Daming territory, there are no good stallions at all.

The Queshan racecourse was approaching, and from a distance, Zhu Cihong saw tens of thousands of horses running in formation. This kind of training is not easy to see, even if he is a prince, he can't help but take a few more glances.

"Master, something seems to be happening today, so many cavalry are training at the same time." Zhang Cong said.

"Maybe some general is here. Zhang Cong, let's go around." Zhu Cihong said.As for the current leading generals of Ming Dynasty, except for Deng Zhirong, Li Yan, and Li Nian, he didn't know anyone else.

Zhu Cihong is very careful now, trying to keep a distance from the court officials. What happened to Liu Zongzhou has always left a shadow in his heart.

When it was close to the destination, the carriage was stopped by two cavalry far away.

"Please show your identity documents." The young soldiers said politely and solemnly, after saluting Zhu Cihong.

"Master Jun, I am a scribe from Xinyang Prefecture, and this is my servant." Zhu Cihong had a good attitude and no airs anymore.

"You can go in, he stays." The soldier let Zhu Cihong go but stopped Zhang Cong.

"Master Jun, this won't work. I can't leave my young master's side. This is my ID." Zhang Cong was in a hurry. If something happened to Zhu Cihong, his head would not be enough for Wang Chengen to cut off.In desperation, he could only produce his own identification.

"Is this fake?" A soldier looked suspiciously at the certificate in his hand, which read: Captain of the xxx Brigade of Daming Internal Guard xxx.

Although they did see the inner guard appearing in the past two days, the clothes and attire of this person in front of them didn't look alike at all, but looked like two infiltrated enemies.

"Keep an eye on them, and report to the squad leader." A young soldier immediately aimed his gun at Zhu Cihong, and another soldier had already galloped away.

Chapter 494: Father and son reunited

Zhu Youjian stood on a hill, as if there was a large battlefield under the hill.The roar of the cavalry was deafening, as if a tank formation had passed by.

Ming Shangchi, even the [-]th and [-]th Special Warfare Armies compiled and trained as the basis of the Black Banner Army, their flags and logos are also red.From ancient times to the present, the dynasties of Shangchi include Han, Sui, Song and Ming.As for the other one, everyone knows it well.

The red tassels on the helmets of the cavalry of the Ming army are obvious. The scene of tens of thousands of cavalry running and the surrounding red flags are enough to make an emperor proud in this era, but Zhu Youjian's heart is full of loss.

"If it's [-], no. Even if it's [-] tanks, I'm enough to rule the world." Zhu Youjian sighed in his heart.

"Tank? Can you blow it out with your mouth?" Another voice in Zhu Youjian's heart sneered: "Don't think that you have built a small blast furnace and imagined a torrent of steel. Regardless of how many years the technology has developed, It’s enough money to save you for many years.”

"I'm just talking." Zhu Youjian smiled bitterly to himself. Fortunately, he was facing down the mountain and his back was facing the general, otherwise someone would have seen his facial expression.

Even if there is a steam engine, it is still far away from the tank.

The real problem is that the Ming army's conquest of land will still rely on horses for at least 50 years.If Zhu Youjian can live another 50 years, I am afraid he will be 90 years old.

This is why Daming needs a racecourse.

"Your Majesty, the eldest prince is at the foot of the mountain." Ji Biao gently walked to Zhu Youjian's side to remind him.

"Elder Prince?" Zhu Youjian was taken aback for a moment, and it took several seconds for him to realize that Ji Biao was talking about Zhu Cihong.To be honest, he has almost forgotten that he has such a cheap son.

"Bring him up." Zhu Youjian thought for a while, but decided to meet Zhu Cihong, no matter what he said, he was still wearing the skin of a father.

Zhu Cihong walked unhurriedly, without panic or fear, which showed that his temperament was much calmer.The moment he saw Zhu Youjian, his heart was complicated, and he even thought about turning his head and leaving.

"My son pays homage to Daddy." Zhu Cihong walked to the emperor's side, then knelt on the ground and bowed deeply.

"Dissatisfied with me?" Zhu Youjian frowned and asked, he could tell that Zhu Cihong came here with emotions.

"I don't dare." Zhu Cihong replied.

"Then why aren't you called Father Emperor?" Zhu Youjian asked.

"My son is a commoner now, and I just want to be a good son." Zhu Cihong replied.

"Okay, then tell me what you've been doing recently." Zhu Youjian asked.

"My son is now an agricultural technology extension specialist of Faith, and is also responsible for transporting winter fodder for the Queshan Race Farm..." Zhu Cihong answered smoothly without dozing off.

"Come on, sit here and talk slowly." Zhu Youjian patted the big rock next to him, and he was sitting on the rock watching the training down the mountain.

Zhu Cihong walked over and sat down on a stone that was close to Zhu Youjian but a little shorter than the emperor.After Ji Biao saw the smile on Zhu Youjian's face, he waved his hand to make the guard retreat twenty steps away and then looked down the mountain.

A round of sunset sprinkled on the top of the mountain, the golden light covered everything, and the two left a long back on the top of the mountain.In the distance, cavalry galloped against the setting sun under the leadership of a white war horse.

The father and son ate dinner together. Zhu Youjian remembered that since the fall of the capital, he could count on his fingers the number of times he and the prince of Ming Dynasty had dinner together.

As a father, this is seriously disqualifying.After taking the exam during the day, Zhu Cihong found that he didn't understand this cheap son.

The 22-year-old Zhu Cihong is a little bit better than Zhu Youjian imagined. This kid has become calm and responsible. He is no longer that stupid boy who is ambitious and eager for success.

"Do you know why I came to Mount Que this time?" Zhu Youjian put a piece of meat on Zhu Cihong's plate and said.