I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

The old man leaned against the brocade couch behind him, watched Alutai spread his hands, and said helplessly.

"You're making it hard for me!"

"How can I explain to the families of those soldiers who died, how to explain to the people of Ming Dynasty!"

Alutai was speechless.

Looking at Alutai who didn't know how to explain, the old man said seriously:

"I am very happy that you can come and explain, but I am very dissatisfied with your attitude in handling things."

He waved his hand slightly.

"Go back, come back when you think about it!"

"His Majesty the Great Emperor!"

Seeing that Zhu Di didn't plan to talk anymore, Alutai stood up excitedly.

"Once upon a time..."

But he just moved.

Zhu Zhangui, Zhu Gaoxu, Zhu Gaosui and other generals drew their swords one after another.

Zhu Di ignored him and waved at Zhu Zhangui.

Zhu Zhangui stepped forward and said to Alutai with a cold face.

"Everyone, please!"

Alutai looked at Zhu Di who had turned around, then at Mahamu's head on the table, sighed, turned and walked out in a lonely way.

Zhu Zhangui stared at a group of people and sent them out of the army formation.

After leaving the Ming army formation, Alutai looked at the heads on both sides, and suddenly turned around and knelt down on one knee facing Zhu Zhangui.

"Please also give us a chance, Your Highness the Grandson. We sincerely regret it. As long as His Majesty the Emperor can forgive us, we are willing to pay more cattle, sheep, horses, beauties, gold and silver."

Zhu Zhangui shook his head speechlessly.

This guy is so sincere in his words, but he doesn't show anything in his actions.

You let me say good things, and you don't bribe me, how can you let me do things for you?

"Grand Master Alutai, His Majesty is very angry at your harassment of the logistics line. He even decided to wipe out you after defeating Mahamu some time ago."

"His Royal Highness!"

Alutai anxiously wanted to speak.

Zhu Zhangui reached out and patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"You came here today to explain, which eased His Majesty's mood and gave you a chance."

Alutai thought for a while, Zhu Di didn't seem to say anything just now.

Seeing this guy, I still haven't figured it out yet.

Zhu Zhangui was even more speechless.

How did this guy's IQ become a grand master?

Seeing that he didn't want to understand, Zhu Zhangui vaguely reminded him.

"I heard that your ministry has plundered many Han family sons. Your Majesty is very concerned about this matter."

"The servants will let them go immediately after they go back."

Alutai immediately came back to his senses, and quickly promised loudly.

Zhu Zhangui nodded in satisfaction, and then pointed.

"If you commit a crime, someone will come out and carry it. Just apologizing is not sincere enough. If you don't spare some blood to kill someone, your majesty doesn't seem to be explaining to the people and the families of the soldiers who died in battle."

Alutai understood now.

What Zhu Zhangui meant was to hand over some of his troops to be killed by the Ming army, so that they could go back and explain to the families and common people of the fallen soldiers.

"This…"

Now Alutai hesitated.

If he is really handed over to take the blame, then how will he lead the herdsmen in the future, and who will dare to believe him.

Zhu Zhangui didn't say much, just smiled and cupped his hands.

"I have already said what should be said. As for what to do, it is up to Grand Master Alutai to think about it."

"Actually, we don't want the two parties to have conflicts, but people's grievances are hard to settle!"

After finishing speaking, he nodded to Alutai, turned around and returned to the Ming army formation.

Looking at the leaving back, Alutai was silent for a long time, and finally turned around and left.

The battle between the two sides did not break out after all.

When it was dark, Arutai chose to withdraw his troops.

It wasn't until the other party retreated a hundred miles away that the Ming army lifted its vigilance.

That night, the old man did not order to celebrate, but asked the soldiers to rest early and celebrate the victory three days later.

The soldiers were so tired that they didn't even bother to move their fingers even now that delicacies from mountains and seas were in front of them.

After arranging the patrol and guarding the prisoners, the old man saw many generals with tired eyes, and didn't say anything more, telling them to go back to rest quickly.

Zhu Zhangui, who was extremely exhausted, returned to the tent without even washing up, and fell asleep directly on the bed.

This sleep lasted for a day and a night, and Zhu Zhangui didn't get up until he was too hungry.

He took out some snacks, put them on the bar casually, Zhu Zhangui washed up briefly, and then went to the old man's tent.

When they arrived, the old man was sitting by the fire roasting a lamb.

"Wake up, hurry up, you should be hungry, it's just cooked, hurry up and eat!"

Seeing Zhu Zhangui coming in, the old man cheerfully asked Zhu Zhangui to come over quickly and try his craft.

Zhu Zhangui was also polite, took a knife and cut off a large piece, and started to chew on it.

Seeing Zhu Zhangui gnawing on the mutton, the old man talked about his next plan.

"This battle is over, and Alutai will definitely compromise. We will withdraw our troops after we enshrine Zen in Langjuxu Mountain."

Zhu Zhangui stopped to eat the mutton, looked at the old man and asked doubtfully, "Didn't we agree to go to Beihai to enshrine Zen?"

The old man smiled and shook his head.

"Although I really want to go, it's almost August now, and it will snow in a while. I can't let the whole army follow me and suffer here just because of this little vanity."

Picking up a memorial next to it, the old man patted it.

"Your father has already started urging. This year, the country is in short supply of food, and the household department's food supply is no longer available. If we have so many brains, if we stay for one more day, countless food will be wasted."

"It's better to go back earlier, that girl Ling'er is about to give birth, and you can accompany her when we go back earlier, and I can also see my great-grandson earlier."

"As for Beihai Fengchan, I'm not too old yet, and I'll have plenty of opportunities to go there in the future."

Now that the old man said so, Zhu Zhangui didn't say any more.

Now that the imperial court is in trouble, it cannot waste its national power just because of its own selfishness.

Zhu Zhangui was also a little unwilling to give up attacking Alutai.

But war is not a child's play house, and it is not something Zhu Zhangui can fight if he wants to.

Hundreds of thousands of troops move around at will, and the food consumed every day is astronomical.

In addition, this year in Daming, many places have been hit by disasters, and the food itself is a bit tight, with a 50 army plus logistical manpower.

More than 100 million people have eaten and chewed horses, and Daming is really a little bit overwhelmed now.

In addition, the old man wanted Arutai, Wuliangha and others to bite dogs, so it is not impossible to give up attacking Arutai temporarily.

And Zhu Zhangui is also very worried about Zhao Linger.

In ancient times, it was a hell of a time for women to give birth. In addition, Zhao Ling'er was young and her first child, so it was a lie to say that she was not worried.

As for how to arrange the grassland next, Zhu Zhangui didn't think much about it.

He is not the emperor yet, and Zhu Di and the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty worry about these things.

Now some of the ideas he put forward, even if they are correct, the court may not have the ability and financial resources to carry on.

Blacksmith need its own hardware.

In order to completely solve the grassland problem in the future, Daming's current national strength is still a little bit weak.

Mahamu was defeated, and the grasslands would also fall into infighting, and they would not be able to recover in the next 10 years.

Over the past decade or so, Daming has worked hard to improve with his help. When he ascends the throne, he will have the time and financial resources to completely solve the grassland problem.

Chapter 157: Zhu Pangpang: I may be a prince for the rest of my life.

After resting for a day and a night, Zhu Zhangui's mental and physical strength also recovered a lot.

After talking with the old man and eating some mutton, he was dragged to the wounded barracks by the anxious general medical officer.

Once in place.

A burst of painful wailing and low moaning continued to echo in his ears.

A soldier of the Ming army with severed arms and legs and various wounds on his body was lying on the camp bed, staring blankly at the tent above his head, listening to the pattering rain outside.

If you really can't bear the pain occasionally, you just grit your teeth and hum a few times.

In the wounded barracks, during times of war, the generals of the army would not come here under normal circumstances.

It's not that they don't care about these wounded soldiers, but that the pain and wailing of these wounded soldiers can easily affect their mood and disturb their judgment on the entire battle situation.

Therefore, before the end of the war, the general commander will not come to injure the barracks.

"How many wounded are there!"

Zhu Zhangui rolled up his sleeves, took out his small gourd, poured some wine and washed his hands. While checking the condition of a soldier with a broken arm, he asked the medical officer of the general army behind him.

"There are more than 5300 people, of whom more than 2000 are seriously injured and may be disabled."

The medical officer of the general army for the lightly wounded did not say that in the case of a shortage of medicines, the kind of people who can walk and move will usually let them go back to their camps to wait for examination.

"It's Your Highness the Grandson!"

The wounded who were silently waiting to die saw Zhu Zhangui who was examining the wounded, and they were about to stand up excitedly.

"Everyone lie down and lie down well, don't worry, with me here, I will definitely cure you, and you must not give up."

Zhu Zhangui loudly comforted the wounded soldiers.

"Your Highness, can my leg be saved?"

Next to him was a wounded soldier whose leg had been cut off from the knee, holding his bloody leg and looking at Zhu Zhangui expectantly.

Zhu Zhangui stepped forward and patted his shoulder.

"I have specially set up jobs for you in the capital, including three meals a day, and a lot of wages. The monthly income is not less than those of the shop assistants, and there is also a place for your children to study. .”

Zhu Zhangui looked at the disabled soldier and said seriously: "With me here, you will not suffer any grievances! I will not let any brother shed blood for Daming and still cry."

The disabled soldiers had red eyes.

In the past, the imperial court also gave subsidies to the wounded soldiers, but most of them were sent with some food and some money.

What is the food and money enough for?

Not to mention supporting a family, whether he can survive is a problem.

There are even many disabled soldiers who rely on their families to support them, but they can't survive in the end, so they can only go to the streets to beg.

Thinking about the days to come, their enthusiasm slowly calmed down, looking at the missing hands and feet, and worrying about their future.

And just when they were desperate, His Royal Highness came to them and guaranteed their future life.

They have also heard of what Zhu Zhangui did for the disabled soldiers in the capital, but they have not seen it with their own eyes.

So at the beginning, they didn't think about it. Now that Zhu Zhangui personally made a guarantee, they finally let go of their last worry.