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

"There are only 115000 people, which is a bit small!"

Zhu Zhangui muttered something, and didn't say anything more to make up for it. He just nodded and strode towards the capital city.

behind him.

Hu Yu and a dozen guards, carrying a box wrapped in white cloth, followed closely behind.

Seeing that Zhu Zhangui's mood didn't seem too high, the officers felt a little nervous.

Jiang Huai pulled Li Hu and asked in a low voice.

"Your Highness seems to be in a bad mood, is it too little?"

Li Hu thought for a while and nodded slightly.

"Maybe, but we've caught all the people in a radius of a hundred miles, even dogs, and we've got more than 11 people."

"If you want more, you can only go into the mountains or expand the capture area!"

Jiang Huai stroked his chin and thought about it.

"Let's see the situation later. If His Highness is not satisfied, I will lead people to arrest them. No matter what, we must make up the number that His Highness is satisfied with."

A group of people came to the outside of the capital in a mighty way.

Not yet close.

Zhu Zhangui smelled a strong smell of blood and death.

Walk forward slowly.

A super huge pit appeared in front of Zhu Zhangui.

There are countless corpses piled on top of each other in the pit.

Looking at the hideous and frightened face of death.

Zhu Zhangui thought about those people back then, probably it was the same.

Zhu Zhangui doesn't care whether it will be a serious crime to do so.

As for others scolding him, doing this kind of thing is not the same as those people.

He doesn't even care.

Call him crazy or call him crazy.

He was unwilling to vent the resentment in his heart.

No matter what the history books of later generations write about him, or how future generations scold him.

As long as he knows what he's doing all this for, that's fine.

If you care about other people's opinions and eyes everywhere, what's the point of living?

Don't people live for themselves, worrying about this and that every day, can't live a life?

"Hu Yu!"

After circling the big pit, Zhu Zhangui came to a position facing the Jinling of the Ming Dynasty, stood there for a long time, and called Hu Yu.

Hu Yu, who followed Zhu Zhangui with someone carrying a big box, strode forward.

"Your Majesty!"

Zhu Zhangui pointed to the position in front of him.

"Just put it here!"

Hu Yu nodded, and brought down the big box with the guards.

Carefully untied the white cloth on it, moved a huge stone tablet out of it, and carefully placed it in the position designated by Zhu Zhangui.

The stele is two meters high and one meter wide.

One side says 30, and the other side says 3500 million.

One of these two numbers represents Jinling, and the other represents the approximate number of people killed and injured in Shenzhou in that war.

There is an indistinct figure at the bottom of the stele.

Look carefully.

These figures turned out to be the famous gods and beasts in China who suppress evil spirits.

Good guy, look at this posture.

Zhu Zhangui is planning to let these guys never be born again.

Reaching out to take the three pillars of fragrance from Hu Yu, all the generals and guards retreated far away, no one looked at Zhu Zhangui in the distance.

After there was no one around except the corpse in the big pit, Zhu Zhangui bowed to the stone tablet.

"I came here today and did something that all descendants of the dragon want to do and should do."

"Perhaps after this incident, I will be infamous in the history books, but I don't care. If a person lives his whole life and dare not even take revenge, and uses all kinds of excuses to cover up his incompetence, then what qualifications are there to be called a human being. "

"Seniors, I have never met those two great-grandfathers who died in Jinling, you can rest in peace, I have avenged you!"

Going forward and inserting the fragrance in the incense burner, Zhu Zhangui looked at the stele and fell into memory.

Images of the Jinling Massacre flashed through my mind, and desperate and helpless faces appeared before my eyes.

Zhu Zhangui clenched his fist slowly, reached out and took out a brush, and began to write on the top of the stele.

A good name does not love a bad name,

Kill millions with impunity.

Rather teach thousands of people to gnash their teeth and hate,

Don't tell anyone to scold me.

Close the pen and turn around.

"Seal the earth!"

Zhu Zhangui looked at Dakeng and drank coldly.

The people waiting in the distance stepped forward quickly, and thousands of soldiers took the digging tools, ran to the high mound piled up beside the pit, and began to seal the big pit below.

Zhu Zhangui didn't move, just stood by the pit and watched silently.

Thousands of people have been busy for two hours before filling up the huge hole.

Hu Yu and the guards lifted the huge stone tablet according to the instructions, and inlaid it on a separately made earthen platform according to the instructions.

"on!"

When the stele was placed, Jiang Huai waved his hand, and the soldiers with shovels, pulling the stone roller and rammer, stepped forward and began to compact the loose soil.

The busyness didn't end until the afternoon.

Accompanied by military officers such as Li Hu Jianghuai, Zhu Zhangui visited the capital of the little pumpkin, and then looked at the locked up little pumpkin emperor and ministers.

While Zhu Zhangui was watching, the little pumpkin emperor and the ministers frantically begged for mercy.

Shouting that they are willing to give everything, as long as they can save their lives.

Zhu Zhangui is naturally satisfied with the wishes of these people.

But I can't talk to these people for the time being, the south side hasn't been defeated yet.

At that time, bring the two sides together, so as not to have to go to the two sides to sign an agreement.

Yongle July 13, 7.

After the continuous attack of the Shenji Battalion and the Navy, coupled with the emperor's order, all the forces affiliated to the Northern Dynasty declared their surrender.

And the south side.

Seeing that the North chose to surrender completely, after some intense discussions and internal struggles, they also chose to surrender unconditionally.

There's no way, I really can't stand fighting like this anymore.

Zhu Zhangui's forces are like locusts searching all the places they pass by.

The male was taken away to be a miner, and the food and valuables were taken away.

Only women remained in each village.

If this continues, the Little Pumpkin Country can be renamed the Daughter Country.

The first day of August in the 13th year of Yongle.

The three parties signed a treaty again in Izumo.

The treaty is called the Izumo Treaty.

According to the treaty, Little Pumpkin ceded Chuyunshijian, all the islands around Tsushima Island, all the islands around Zuodu Island, and more than a dozen unnamed islands, large and small, to the Sun Moon Chamber of Commerce.

The Sun Moon Chamber of Commerce is the name Zhu Zhangui gave to the forces under him.

In the future, all foreign aggression and colonial wars by the Ming Dynasty will be represented by this chamber of commerce.

In this way, it can be declared to the outside world that this is only a personal local chamber of commerce and has nothing to do with the Ming court.

The Ming Dynasty was a kingdom of heaven, but a state of etiquette, how could it do such things as colonization and aggression.

Compensate the Sun Moon Chamber of Commerce for war losses of 20 billion taels.

This figure was obtained by Zhu Zhangui according to the Treaty of Shimonoseki 10 times.

It also stipulates that the Sun Moon Chamber of Commerce has exploration rights anywhere in the Little Pumpkin Country, and has priority mining rights.

All products under the name of the Sun Moon Chamber of Commerce have the right to be tax-free when they enter the Little Pumpkin Kingdom.

In order to prevent further friction between the two parties, Izumoshi saw that the surrounding areas were not allowed to set up an army of more than a hundred people.

When the little pumpkins enter these two places, they must report and approve, otherwise they will be regarded as intruders.

When the little pumpkin sees people from the Sun Moon Chamber of Commerce, no matter when and where, they must pay respects.

The small pumpkin country cannot possess weapons of mass destruction, otherwise it will be regarded as a provocation to the Sun Moon Chamber of Commerce, and the Sun Moon Chamber of Commerce has the right to punish it.

Zero zero total, 81 large and small treaties.

Looking at the contents of the treaty, the hands of representatives from both parties began to tremble.

If this is signed, they will become the eternal sinners of the little pumpkin.

But looking at the people from the Sun Moon Merchant Guild standing on the opposite side, it is impossible not to sign.

If they want to retain their current status and continue to live an infinitely better life, they can only agree to all these treaties.

Moreover, they still surrendered unconditionally, and they were not qualified to negotiate at all.

Calling them over today is to let them come over and sign.

The two emperors of the north and the south stared blankly at the surrender and treaty in front of them, holding pens in their hands, and did not drop them for a long time.

Who the hell dares to sign it? If this is a sum of money signed, the little pumpkin royal family will become the eternal sinners of the Wa Kingdom.

But thinking of the huge mound of graves erected outside the city of Kyoto, the two felt chills in their hearts.

Emperor Murakami shook his hands, looked up at the northern emperor next to him, and said with a dry throat, "Didn't you always want to dominate the world? I gave you this opportunity. I announced my abdication. From now on, you will be the emperor of the little pumpkin."

The northern emperor stared.

Damn, at this time, you think about abdicating. Why didn't you abdicate when we were fighting to death some time ago?

Now want to throw the pot to me, grandma!

"No, no, you hold the three artifacts, you are the orthodox, I am the false emperor, I should be the one who abdicates."

"Yes, that's right!"

As he spoke, the Northern Emperor's eyes became brighter and brighter, looking at the representative of the Sun Moon Chamber of Commerce sitting across from him, he quickly said: "My lord, it's not that I don't want to sign the instrument of surrender and the treaty, but that I am a false emperor. The Little Pumpkin Kingdom does not have any prestige, and if I sign it, I am afraid that the subjects will not recognize it."

Pointing to Emperor Murakami.

"This guy is orthodox, and what he signs is in line with the etiquette."

"I am today, no, I will announce my abdication now."

"From today onwards, I am no longer the emperor, I am just an ordinary subject, and I am not qualified to sign this treaty and surrender."

Jiang Huai, who represented the Sun Moon Chamber of Commerce, looked at the emperors who gave way to each other with a sneer.