When the starting point man crosses into a little eunuch

"Mo Mo, what kind of clothes are these? They look so warm?" Zhu Houzhao stood in front of the huge full-length mirror, touched his clothes happily, looked at Zhang Mo and asked, "Is this the gift you mentioned? "

"Your Majesty, do you still remember the wool I bought a few months ago?" Zhang Mo looked at Zhu Houzhao who was wearing a well-tailored bright yellow coat with a smile on his face, and said mysteriously.

"Remember!" Zhu Houzhao nodded in confusion, and then, as if remembering something, he quickly said, "Is this clothes made of wool? Why have I never seen it before?"

"Guess what?" Zhang Mo said proudly, stroking the non-existent beard with his hand.

"Well! I am the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, and you are my dear, Momo, so you won't hide anything from me. So..." Zhu Houzhao blinked, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a clear expression, and continued to add: "I want to come It should have been created by you, Momo, right?"

"Your majesty is so smart!" Zhang Mo smiled, stepped forward and hugged Zhu Houzhao's face, kissed him heavily, and then looked at Zhu Houzhao with a blushing face with satisfaction, and continued: "This wool is a good thing." , the best material for making clothes..." Zhang Mo said, took another scarf with his hand, carefully draped it around Zhu Houzhao's neck, took two steps back and looked at him with satisfaction, clapped his hands and said: "Really Not bad! Your Majesty, is it warm?"

"Warm!" Zhu Houzhao nodded vigorously. How can the Mo Mo brand warm love clothes not be warm?

"Try it!" Zhang Mo raised his chin at Zhu Houzhao and said mysteriously.

"Yeah!" Zhu Houzhao smiled, then jumped on the ground vigorously, and stretched out his hand to do a few simple movements. Before the set of movements was completed, he turned to look at Zhang Mo in surprise and said, "Mo Mo , this dress is so light and flexible, isn’t it?”

"Hey, hey! These clothes are not only lightweight, but also can make a lot of money." Zhang Mo smiled darkly, and his smile was very rippling.

"Money? Where is the money?" When Zhu Houzhao heard that he could make a lot of money, he immediately jumped in front of Zhang Mo, raised his tail and ears, and asked Zhang Mo with a serious and flattering face.

"Look, since you like this clothes so much, the sales should be good, right?" Zhang Mo hugged Zhu Houzhao, grabbed the clothes with the other hand, kept rubbing them in his hands and said, "It's warm, light and flexible. I can't sell it."

"Momo's product must be a high-quality product." Zhu Houzhao pointed to the full-length mirror in the room, which was a person's height. This is a mirror invented by Zhang Mo last year. It can illuminate people very clearly, and even hair can be seen clearly. It is not comparable to the brass mirrors of the past, so even though the price of this kind of mirror is as high as 1000 taels per side, the supply is still in short supply, and it became a popular fashion in the homes of the rich and powerful in the capital.

Now this trend of fashion is not only popular in wealthy families, as long as people from good families in the capital, even if they can't afford this kind of large mirrors, they will spend a few taels of small mirrors to show off.

"Where is there? I just found some Jiangnan textile workers to study this wool clothing." Although Zhang Mo said modestly, there was no modest expression on his face. "The main credit is theirs. I just offered an idea."

"Mo Mo, you're being modest." Zhu Houzhao couldn't see Zhang Mo's thoughts, and the good words were like a torrential river, and he patted Zhang Mo endlessly, until he was so angry that he even stopped. She continued to look at him devoutly.

"Originally, I wanted to let the emperor open the border market, trade with the Mongolians, and take the opportunity to buy wool on a large scale." When Zhang Mo said this, Zhu Houzhao's face was shocked.

The so-called mutual market refers to the trade between the central dynasty and foreign countries or alien races in Chinese history. To put it bluntly, it is to enclose a small area on the border, and everyone exchanges what they don’t need and the country allows to produce.

In addition to the Yuan Dynasty, Han, Tang and Song Dynasties had this kind of mutual market. Daming and Mongolia have been attacked and beaten for decades, and have never traded.

"Momo, about the mutual market, I can promise you, those old things..." Zhu Houzhao spread his hands, showing a helpless face. He is still young, only 17 years old, and he has only been on the throne for two years, so his foundation is not too stable. It's okay to make troubles about trivial things, but for such a big thing as the exchange market, his little arm can't shake a group of old arms and legs, and Zhang Mo can't do it either.

Zhu Houzhao thought about it in his heart, Momo's reputation is bad enough, he must not be allowed to interfere in this kind of thing, let Momo be the owner of the East Factory to let him live a good life, not to let him be a shield , Do dirty things to yourself.

"I don't think they will agree." Zhang Mo showed a look of helplessness. In history, Ming and Mongolia officially traded each other. It was done by Zhang Juzheng and Gao Gong during the Longqing period. The prestige and prestige of these two people at that time were not their own. These two little bean sprouts are comparable, so even though he knew that the mutual market could bring peace to the northern border, he could only stare blankly and say nothing, "But we can smuggle it."

"Go... go... smuggling?" Zhu Houzhao stared, and repeated Zhang Mo's words stammeringly. The Emperor Ming took the lead in smuggling. What kind of words does that sound like?Logically speaking, the world is his, so does he need to smuggle it?What's more, smuggling is doing things that harm the public and private, as if he is the public.

"What kind of government are you? The Ministry of Households is the government!" Zhang Mo glared at Zhu Houzhao, and continued to explain: "I have inquired, and smugglers like this are very popular in Mongolia. Basically, you can make a lot of money selling anything. So as long as there are no accidents on the road, there is no need to lose money at all." Zhang Mo rested his chin on his hand and explained to Zhu Houzhao in detail: "It is no exaggeration to say that on the Mongolian grasslands, a tribe that can become a stop for smugglers, No matter how small the tribe is, in the end it is basically the overlord of that area, so... the tribe we are looking for must be strong enough to protect our safety, and it must also be at odds with the little prince."

"Disharmony? Could it be Mo Mo, you want to sow dissension?" Zhu Houzhao's eyes lit up. This was a good idea. Since the Tumubao, Daming was unable to go on an expedition to Mongolia, so he often sowed dissension within Mongolia.The current Mongolia is in a mess. Apart from its own factors, Daming's selection cannot be ignored.

"En!" Zhang Mo nodded. Historically, the mutual market between Daming and Mongolia was not open to every Mongolian tribe. Mongolia is divided into two parts: pro-Ming and anti-Ming.

Back then, if the domestic conflicts were not too great and the Ming Dynasty was unable to send troops to expedition to Mongolia, how could the anti-Ming Mongols of Houjin and Horqin have killed the pro-Ming Lin Danhan and unified the Mongolian grassland.

In fact, the Ming Dynasty's ethnic policy was pretty good. Not to mention that Ming Taizu accepted a large number of soldiers of various ethnic groups who surrendered, and even many Semu people and Mongols served as high-ranking officials. Even at the end of Ming Dynasty, there were a large number of soldiers. Mongols like Mangui died in martyrdom.

"But that's not the point." Zhang Mo smiled darkly, and explained to Zhu Houzhao who didn't know what was going on: "The point is 'sheep eat people'."

The author has something to say: I've been busy recently, and I have to work overtime until twelve o'clock at night, so I don't have time to write, so I get up in the morning to write. .

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