The greatest emperor of all time? Even in modern times, he still has to work!

"They are treacherous, so we should be more treacherous than them. After all, all the good things are in our hands." Li Shimin had long been dissatisfied with these aristocratic families, who threatened him as the emperor at every turn.

It's time to give them a devastating blow!

Li Chengqian understood that Father wanted to drain them first.

Li Shimin looked up at the sky. It was dark, but the stars were bright.

"The cement has been made. Who do you think should be sent as the imperial commissioner to build the road?"

"I think we can let Lord Changsun give it a try." It's not because Changsun Wuji is his uncle, but because Changsun Wuji has the ability. He was once the prime minister and has his own methods and connections. Building roads outside is not just about building roads, but also about dealing with local officials and gentry. There are a lot of knowledge and interests involved, so it is inevitable that someone will have bad intentions. With Changsun Wuji's identity, no one should dare to stop him.

Of course, there was another reason for sending Changsun Wuji to build roads, which was to weaken Changsun Wuji's power in the court.

Changsun Wuji's power in the court was a little too great, and Li Shimin paid a lot of price to cancel the engagement between Li Zhi and Changsun Chong.

Li Shimin nodded with satisfaction: "Well, let's add the Left General. I think Zhijie should like to go out on official business very much."

"Cheng Shibo likes to be lively, is brave and righteous, and is frank and loyal to the emperor. He is a perfect fit."

Being brave and righteous is just being stubborn.

Being frank and loyal to the emperor, no one dared to touch him except the emperor.

Both father and son are very good at imperial schemes.

"I think so too!"

Li Chengqian chuckled: "Aye is really a cunning fellow!"

"Hehe, how good are you now, kid? Why are you looking so sad today?" Li Shimin took Li Chengqian to visit the manufacturing department. Everyone was busy, and Li Shimin and the others just watched from the outside.

Li Chengqian once had some free time to visit the newly established manufacturing company, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and excitement.

"Aye, the salary of the Crown Prince Zhu Biao of the Ming Dynasty is three hundred."

Speaking of this, Li Chengqian still feels discouraged. As a human being, the thing we fear most is comparison, especially when it comes to intuitive numbers.

Li Shimin was not too upset when he heard this: "Every generation has its own talents! If we want to get better and better, if we want to develop sustainably, we need people who are better than before. Why are you arguing about this?"

"Don't you think I'm ashamed? Other people's sons are better than your son!" Li Chengqian looked at Li Shimin stubbornly and nervously.

Li Shimin frowned slightly: "Then your father is not as good as the First Emperor, do you feel ashamed?"

"How could that be! Although you are a little biased, you are still the father I admire the most!" Li Chengqian retorted immediately. No matter how good the First Emperor was, he was not his father!

"Yes, you are also my best son and the future successor of the Tang Dynasty! Don't think about those nonsense." Li Shimin patted Li Chengqian on the shoulder.

Li Shimin thought a lot during this period. The original historical trend made him reflect deeply. Li Chengqian was his son and the future heir to the Tang Dynasty. He should be fully trusted by the Tang Dynasty.

Ming Dynasty, the eleventh year of Hongwu.

"Biao'er, is this the sweet potato that can produce 1,000 kilograms per mu?" Zhu Yuanzhang held a sweet potato in one hand and a potato in the other, his eyes glowing green with excitement.

"Yes, Dad, this is it! And this is medicine for mother. Take it three times a day before meals." Zhu Biao moved the things out to Queen Ma.

Zhu Xiongying's small body circled around Zhu Biao, wanting to see what his father had given him.

After Zhu Biao had divided up the things, he prepared to take the things for Chang back to the Prince's Mansion. Chang was now waiting for him to go back every day, and she would not sleep until he returned.

"Go, go, take these good seeds. I will call the Ministry of Agriculture to discuss matters tomorrow." Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the potatoes and sweet potatoes and refused to let go. These were good things that could produce a thousand kilograms per mu. With these things, the people would no longer starve to death.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had once been a beggar, was more excited than anyone else.

Empress Ma was so happy that she didn't even care about her own medicine. She and Zhu Yuanzhang were wandering around a small pile of potatoes and sweet potatoes, with excitement in their eyes.

Little Zhu Xiongying watched as his father didn't bring him anything and his grandparents ignored him, so he held his little face with a worried look on his face.

As expected, I still have to work and earn money myself!

Oh my god~

Let Xiongying go to work~

Great Qin.

When Fusu appeared in the Qinzheng Hall with a bunch of good seeds, Ying Zheng didn't see anyone, only piles of things piled up like small hills.

"Fusu?" Ying Zheng called out tentatively.

"Here~" Fusu stretched out his hand from the pile of seeds.

Seeing this, Ying Zheng called Meng Tian who was at the door in.

"Pull him out!"

Meng Tian pulled the eldest son out from a pile of unknown things with a confused look on his face.

He had been guarding the door, but he didn't see Prince Fusu come in. How did all these things appear?

"Thank you, General Meng." Fusu thanked him, still looking a little disheveled.

Meng Tian quickly bowed his head and said, "I am not worthy of this."

"Okay, Meng Tian, ​​listen here too, and don't go out yet!" Ying Zheng had already squatted down, checking the piles of things on the ground.

“Is this a seed for grain?”

Fusu quickly said, "Yes, Father, these seeds are all marked."

As Fusu spoke, he squatted down and casually flipped through a bag of seeds. They were all packed in transparent and thick plastic bags with labels on them with the names, planting methods and conditions, and pictures below the fonts.

“It’s corn seed!”

Ying Zheng nodded and rummaged through the pile of seeds. He became more and more excited the more he looked.

"Meng Tian, ​​find your confidants to move all these seeds to the side hall and protect them." Ying Zheng felt at ease only when the grain seeds were kept under his nose.

"Yes!" Although Meng Tian was still a little confused about the situation, he knew that the thing in front of him was very important, so he executed the order immediately.

Ying Zheng was so excited that he even moved the food himself, which scared Meng Tian and the others.

"Your Majesty, let me come down, let me come down!"

Ying Zheng wouldn't listen, because these were the key to ensuring the people had enough food.

"Move it quickly, be careful, don't damage these things!"

"Yes!"

There were not many seeds, but there were many varieties. Ying Zheng summoned that group of sour Confucian scholars who only knew how to impeach overnight, woke them up in the middle of the night, and asked them to register the seeds one by one. The crops in the pictures had to be drawn, and Fusu was asked to describe the appearance of these crops in various stages, which had to be drawn as well and compiled into a booklet. Multiple copies had to be handwritten for subsequent use.

A group of gray-haired old men were copying and drawing in fear under the swords of Meng Tian and the guards. Fortunately, the Qin Dynasty had now invented paper, otherwise it would be even more annoying to have these old men drawing on bamboo slips.