Ming Dynasty: Traveling through the harem, Zhu Yuanzhang was dumbfounded

Chapter 84: Showing the World to Old Zhu
"Brother Yang, we don't know much about the Spanish I and II you mentioned.

On the contrary, I have heard you mention sweet potatoes and corn several times.

I wonder how many kilograms of these grains can be produced per acre of land compared to rice."

Zhu Biao did know something about the Western world that Yang Chen mentioned, but not much.

For example, people in the Western world look very different from the Han people in Central China.

Compared to the clean and comfortable Han people, those Westerners are like uncivilized monkeys. Not only do they have hair of different colors, but they even have hair on their arms and chests.

To the Han people, this is nothing but a monkey.
The most important thing is that those barbarians always have an unpleasant odor on their bodies, but they are not aware of it.

Every time the Honglu Temple arranged for these foreign guests to meet with members of the royal family, there was one thing that had to be done.

That is to let these foreign guests soak in water for cleaning.

Otherwise, you are not allowed to meet with members of the royal family.

"There is something I am curious about. I wonder how many kilograms of rice can be produced from one acre of land in the Ming Dynasty today?"

Before answering Zhu Biao's question, Yang Chen had to understand this matter clearly. In the past, he was used to producing hundreds of kilograms per acre of land.

If cultivated well, it is not a problem to produce more than 1,000 kilograms.

I just don't know whether one acre of rice can produce 500 kilograms during the Ming Dynasty.

“How many kilograms of rice can Daming produce in a year?
As far as I know, if the land in the Jiangnan region is fertile and there is no severe drought or disaster in a year, one mu of land can produce two dan of grain."

As regent, Zhu Biao paid much attention to food issues.

These are all matters closely related to taxation, so naturally you need to understand them.

Even if he didn't take the initiative to find out the situation, every member of the royal family had his own fertile land.

Every time there was a grain harvest, subordinates would calculate all the numbers and hand the account book to the royal family members.

A quick glance will tell you the details.

"One stone? The land is fertile, there is no drought or flooding, and in the midst of war, we can only get two stones!
In other words, one acre of land can produce only 120 kilograms of grain per year, and at most 240 kilograms of grain.

This is too little!"

I thought I had guessed based on the small number of 500 kilograms per mu, but I didn't expect that the productivity of the Ming Dynasty was so low.

No wonder uprisings often broke out in the Ming Dynasty, with at least a hundred uprisings a year and at most thousands of uprisings.

With such low grain yield per mu, let alone the uneducated people, even normal people would revolt with iron hoes in hand!

If you don't revolt, you won't have food to eat. Isn't this just forcing people to death?
In addition, corrupt officials in the Ming Dynasty were rampant and tyrannical, and local gentry oppressed the people.

How much sweat we shed, how much sun we bask in, and how many layers of skin we shed throughout the year.

The final harvest of grain, which was only enough to satisfy basic needs, had to be handed over in the end.

The corrupt officials who had to sort out the grain for submission but still had it confiscated would collect more grain by using the method of pouring water on the tip of the stick and kicking the bucket.

It was euphemistically called compensating for the losses incurred in the grain collection process in accordance with the imperial order.

The people didn't know whether this was the personal behavior of a corrupt official or an order from the royal family. To them, both were people who oppressed them and made their lives impossible.

As a result, the people who were oppressed and had no way out cried out to the sky or the earth, but no one answered them.

What can we do in this situation? Only kill!

Kill the corrupt officials and kill the court!
For the first time, Yang Chen put himself in the shoes of the common people and felt angry!
He asked himself whether he was a good person or, to be more precise, he was not qualified to choose whether to be a good person or a bad person.

Before coming to this world, he had only one goal in mind, which was to find a good job, work hard for a few years, and have enough money in the future to buy a house, a car, and get married.

It was not until now that he learned from Zhu Biao that the yield per acre of land was so low.

He dared to conclude that ordinary people definitely did not have much land, but anyone who owned ten acres of land could be considered a rich peasant.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be people who work hard all their lives but only have one acre and three mu of land.

With little food and high taxes, it is no wonder that those who could not survive had no choice but to sell their land and become tenant farmers for the landlords.

If they don’t sell land, they can’t survive. If they sell land, the landlords will become richer and richer.

The poor are getting poorer, and the rich are getting richer! A world that deviates from the norm deserves to perish!

The world was built by the working class with their own hands, but in the end it will disappear into dust.

"Damn feudal society!"

Yang Chen, with his chest filled with anger, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and whispered these words.

On the stage, Zhu Yuanzhang frowned. He just felt the hostility from Yang Chen in an instant.

Yes, it was hostility. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

The last time was during the decisive battle with Chen Youliang, when the two men stood on the bow of the ship and confronted each other.

Both sides wanted to kill the other and seize the position of overlord of Central Plains.

He didn't understand why Yang Chen suddenly became like this. All Old Zhu knew at this moment was that he was very unhappy.

"Boy, what do you want to do?"

"Yang Chen, what's wrong? What nonsense were you talking about just now?"

Zhu Biao, who was standing closest to Yang Chen, heard it clearly.

Although he didn't know what "feudal society" was, he knew the word "damn".

Considering the other party's extremely unusual behavior, Zhu Biao was sure that this must be related to himself and his father.

In order to prevent the situation from getting out of control, Zhu Biao could only remind Yang Chen to be rude.

Coming back to his senses, Yang Chen took a deep breath, tried to calm down, raised his hand and apologized with a smile:

“I’m sorry everyone, I was shocked by the prince’s words just now, so I lost my composure a little.

I didn't expect that one acre of land in the south of the Yangtze River in the Ming Dynasty could only produce less than 500 kilograms of grain. From this point of view, it is reasonable for the Ming Dynasty to lack money and food.

Prince, weren't you curious about the yields of the three crops I mentioned just now?

I'm not used to beating around the bush, so I'll just say it straight. Sweet potatoes, corn, and potatoes can produce thousands of kilograms of grain per acre of land.

If converted into stones, one acre of land should be able to produce more than 20 stones of grain.

In other words, although we are both growing crops, one acre of sweet potatoes I grow can be equivalent to twenty acres of rice you grow.

Of course, this is under the condition that fertilizers are piled up. However, even without fertilizers, these three kinds of grains can be grown in the ground.

One acre of land can yield more than 500 kilograms of harvest. The most important thing is that compared to rice, these three things do not require much water.

It is far more drought-resistant than most of the grain in the Ming Dynasty.

So, Your Majesty, if Ming Dynasty has the assistance of these three kinds of food, can Ming Dynasty's food problem be solved?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

One acre of land can produce 500 kilograms of grain. For Zhu Biao, this is simply an unheard-of variety.

The most surprised person was Lao Zhu.

"Boy! Do you know what you are talking about? I was a farmer when I was young, and I used to farm.

We have encountered all kinds of grains before, including rice, wheat, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans, but we have never heard of any grain that can produce more than three stone per acre of land.

You actually said that there is grain that can produce 20 shi? This is 20 shi! Do you know what 20 shi means? "

The emotionally excited Old Zhu seemed to have a spring under his butt. He stood up all of a sudden, his chest heaving up and down.

With a yield of 20 dan per mu, he could keep the people of Ming Dynasty firmly under his control.

The only reason the people would revolt is because they have no food to eat. As long as they can have food to eat, he believes that there will be no people revolt in the Ming Dynasty in the future.

Your own world can truly be passed down for thousands of years!
"I know your Majesty doesn't want to believe what I say, but it is the truth.

Sweet potatoes, corn, and potatoes are all naturally grown food, but unfortunately they are not in Asia where the Ming Dynasty is located.

Nor is it in Europe, Spain and other European countries.

But it was in America, which had not yet been invaded and still preserved the civilization of the savage tribes.

This treasure trove of land holds unparalleled resources, waiting to be developed by the first person to discover it.

The three things I mentioned are just the most basic things.”

Looking at the expression on Yang Chen's face, Zhu Yuanzhang already believed it 70%.

In fact, whether it is true or false, he will send people to look for it.

If it can't be found, the loss will only be a shipload of people, but if it is really found, this thing can save tens of millions of people in the Ming Dynasty.

He knew all too well the feeling of being hungry and cold.

Ordinary people simply cannot bear such a situation and will rebel if pushed to the limit.

If the Ming Dynasty could give these refugees a hot meal at this time, they would instantly let go of their resentment towards the Ming Dynasty, and even be grateful and worship it as a god!
The eternal stability of the country will not be a dream.

"Biao'er, what do you think about this?"

Zhu Yuanzhang gave the choice to Zhu Biao because he was actually a little embarrassed.

Who made him so hostile to Yang Chen before?

Zhu Biao's palms were sweating and he half raised his palms and placed them on his lower abdomen, rubbing them continuously with his half fists.

After a while, he clasped his hands and responded:

"Father, according to what Brother Yang said, America must be controlled by the Ming Dynasty.

Whether it is for food that can save the people from danger, or for land, such precious land is right in front of us but we cannot grasp it.

It is indeed a loss for the Ming Dynasty. Rather than handing it over to others, it is better to return it to the Ming Dynasty as soon as possible."

After careful consideration, Zhu Biao decided to annex America into the control of the Ming Dynasty.

Not only can it solve many problems, but it can also show the fangs of the Ming Dynasty and let those small European countries know.

Today, a powerful country has emerged in the Eastern world.

During the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, all nations came to pay tribute. Since then, many rulers of dynasties have hoped that their countries could reproduce such a prosperous era.

Even beyond.

"Good! Father is very pleased that Biao'er has such ambition.

Yang Chen, tell me, where exactly is America, how far is it from Ming Dynasty, and can we get there in a month?"

Giving Zhu Biao the right to choose was originally a test for Zhu Biao by Zhu Yuanzhang.

At the moment, the other party has no intention of hiding his ambitions and is even trying to make the Ming Dynasty stronger.

As long as the goal was achieved, Zhu Yuanzhang would not care what means were used in the process.

“Your Majesty, where is America? I’m afraid it would be difficult to get there in a month.

How can I explain where America is? Without a map I can't tell at all.

This place is very far away from the Ming Dynasty. Whether you set out from the port and head east, using Japan as a rest stop, or cross the Pacific Ocean, it will take at least one month to arrive.

If you start from the South China Sea, you will first pass through the South China Sea, then cross the Indian Ocean, go around the Cape of Good Hope in Africa, enter the Atlantic Ocean, and finally reach America.

This route is much more complicated and is affected by weather factors, so it is easy to capsize if you are not careful.

It’s actually quite dangerous, so what I would recommend most is to head east, pass through Japan, rest there, and then go directly across the Pacific Ocean.

It will only take three months at most. I believe that with the Ming Dynasty's unparalleled shipbuilding technology, we will be able to reach America with enough supplies.

When we get there, there will be food everywhere, and we will definitely return with a full load."

Zhu Yuanzhang's question made Yang Chen feel very embarrassed.

Without a map, he had no way of explaining in detail how the Ming Dynasty reached America in a short period of time.

Just explaining the regions of the four oceans is a headache.

There was little knowledge of the ocean in this era, especially in the Central Plains dynasty.

Most of the sea area under our control is the South China Sea.

The vast majority of the Song Dynasty’s maritime trade came from Southeast Asia.

The Europeans first traded with small countries in Southeast Asia, then got to know the people from the Central Plains living in these places, and finally used the connections to travel through Southeast Asia to the ports in the southern part of the Central Plains.

As for the Pacific Ocean to the east, with the shipbuilding capabilities of European countries, they only have small boats of dozens of tons that cannot withstand strong winds and waves.

Compared with the treasure ships of the Ming Dynasty, the lightest ones had a carrying capacity of 800 tons and the heaviest ones could carry thousands of tons. In today's era, treasure ships are the ancient aircraft carriers.

It is more than 100 meters long and nearly 100 meters wide. With the sails hoisted, it can easily ride the wind and waves on the sea.

What he said was difficult, and the Zhu family father and son felt their heads were confused.

They don't know anything about the Cape of Good Hope or the Pacific Ocean.

Seeing the silence around him, Yang Chen immediately suggested:
"How about this, I'll draw a map myself when I have time, and it will be much easier for me to explain it then."

"That's right. We have never seen you before, so it is definitely difficult for us to understand. Father, how about giving Yang Chen some time?"

Zhu Biao naturally agreed with Yang Chen's method. Zhu Yuanzhang said nothing, but just nodded.

Then add the question:
"Let's not talk about the food issue for now. What about the people? Didn't you just say that there is a way to solve the problem of people?"

Going north to start a war and building cities require people, but the Ministry of Works currently has too few craftsmen.

It was not enough for Zhu Di to take to the north.

After all, the imperial city is in Nanjing, not in the north.

These craftsmen in the Ministry of Works mainly serve the imperial palace and royal family members.

For example, the Ministry of Works would arrange for people to go out when they were going to the fiefdom to build a royal palace.

“People need enough food to solve their problems.

I heard the prince mention that refugees often appear in the southern region.

These people were forced to wander around the southern region because of famine and flooding in their homes, which made it impossible for them to survive.

These homeless people just want to have a hot meal.

If the Ming Dynasty could find all three kinds of grain in the future, it would then offer the first batch of the bumper harvest as a lure.

Tell these people that as long as they go to the north to work, they will have a hot meal. Given the temptation of saving their lives, I think they will not refuse.

When they arrived in the north, they were arranged to reclaim and cultivate the land in the territory conquered by Yongle, and then rely on the Ministry of Works of the imperial court.

A small number of craftsmen were arranged to teach them how to build the city, and tens of thousands of people worked together. The price paid by the court was some food.

Can't this business, which is sure to make money, solve the problem of lack of people in the north?"

The idea of ​​using work in exchange for credit has always been to target people who have nothing to do.

During the Great Depression, Roosevelt used this method to reduce the number of unemployed people on the streets of the country.

Provide the unemployed with opportunities to engage in public services and maintain their self-reliance and self-esteem. At the same time, take the opportunity to start a large number of public facilities projects to create the most jobs at the lowest cost.

It will prevent a loose group of people from coming together because they have nothing to do.

What the country's political machine worries most is that people with nothing to do will end up hanging out together.

This will inevitably lead to big problems later on.

Because when there are so many people, there will always be one or two people who come up with weird ideas.

Such people are commonly known as 'Idea Kings'.

Obviously, this idea might be exciting to them, but it would be quite dangerous to others.

"What a plan!"

Zhu Biao was the first to react. He found that he could execute it according to Yang Chen's method.

It can solve the problem of refugees in the shortest possible time and at the lowest cost.

If the Ming Dynasty could really produce more than 500 kilograms of grain per acre, he could guarantee that tens of thousands of people would not have to worry about food and drink.

Compared to the Lingnan region, which is either mountainous or filled with miasma, the north may be more suitable for the survival of a large number of refugees.

As long as there is a way to survive, most people would definitely be willing to leave the South.

"I wonder what your majesty thinks?"

Yang Chen turned his gaze to Zhu Yuanzhang. The specific decision would be left to him.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was resting with his eyes closed, let out a breath of foul air.

As if looking down upon saying:
"To put it bluntly, the method you're thinking of still requires us to send people to America to find the food.
It takes less than a year to complete the whole process. How can it be done? It’s the same as saying nothing.”

“Your Majesty’s words are not without reason, but I won’t say it.

The final fate of these displaced refugees is only death. I have said it, and Your Majesty believes it, so they have hope of survival.

Isn’t it?”

Based on the tone, Yang Chen could judge Zhu Yuanzhang's attitude towards him.

He also discovered these days that Lao Zhu was a person with a bad temper in private.

Having worn the mask of disguise for too long, Lao Zhu only shows his true face in front of acquaintances.

Although Yang Chen was not sure whether Zhu Yuanzhang's actions were acting, it proved that Zhu Yuanzhang approved of his approach in his heart.

"We don't want to know about things that take too long. There is one last weapon. How do you think you can solve it?"

Compared to the previous few days, it was all bad news.

But today, Lao Zhu didn't feel that uncomfortable.

The reason is similar to "bitter first, sweet later". I originally just wanted to know where the military forces in the late Ming Dynasty went.

However, he unexpectedly learned that Zhu Yunwen had reduced the power of the princes, and afterwards Zhu Di successfully became the third emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

For this reason, Lao Zhu could only sigh at his ill-fated fate. He had no choice and seemed helpless.

Fortunately, the external enfeoffment of vassal kings mentioned by Yang Chen is not only beneficial to the central imperial power, but also can expand the territory of Ming Dynasty.

No one will complain about having too much land. As long as the land is in hand, many problems can be easily solved.

Hearing this, Yang Chen's mouth corners slightly raised, his expression sparkling as he said:

"Your Majesty, Crown Prince, and Yongle, you should be familiar with firearms, right?"

I was originally waiting for Yang Chen to come up with a solution to the problem of weapons, but I was stunned by this strange question.

They were naturally familiar with firearms. The reason why the Ming Dynasty was able to be established in the Central Plains was inseparable from firearms.

Especially the final decisive battle with Chen Youliang.

If it weren't for Zhu's men who volunteered to take a ship full of gunpowder and support Chen Youliang's ship to self-destruct.

This made Chen Youliang unable to react for a while, and he was afraid that the world would no longer be named Zhu, but Chen.

At this moment, Old Zhu lowered his eyes and stared at Yang Chen, questioning with a slightly sharp look:
"The firearm you are talking about, is it a hand cannon?"

“Yang Chen, we are naturally familiar with this firearm, which is jointly managed by the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of War.

The Ministry of Industry made gunpowder into muskets, and then handed them over to the Ministry of War. So the solution you mentioned is to equip the entire army with muskets?"

Zhu Biao looked at Yang Chen with confusion, wondering why the other party was asking about firearms.

"Yes, but not right either. The prince is half right.

Since you are all familiar with firearms, I think you all know how to use a musket.

The main structure is nothing more than a gun, gunpowder, and projectiles.

The principle of using a musket is to stuff gunpowder into the end of the gun body, and then stuff the bullet in, ignite the gunpowder, and the gunpowder will explode instantly.

The powerful force generated during this process can eject the projectile quickly in an instant.

This is the principle of a gun, and this is also the principle of a cannon.

So why not make some changes, Your Majesty, please give me some paper and pen, yes, and ink."

While Yang Chen was deep in thought, he reached out to ask for some items.

Seeing this, Zhu Biao hurriedly went up to the stage and bowed to Zhu Yuanzhang. After getting his consent, he took down the piece of rice paper.

As for Zhu Di, he was grinding ink frantically because he was very strong.

Dipping the brush in black ink, Yang Chen began to crawl on the ground, painting while saying:
"The structure and power of your current muskets are too poor. The range is only about a hundred meters, or two hundred steps at best.

Let me change it for you.

A small tube with a fire hole at the bottom.

This is where the fuse is loaded, and granular black powder is placed inside the tube.

Forget about yellow gunpowder. It will be a dangerous and uncontrollable bomb until diatomaceous earth is found.

It will explode if it touches something, it will burst if it is shaken, and it will explode if it is placed inside a gun. The shrapnel can penetrate the human body.

However, if we can research some of the ingredients of this yellow gunpowder, maybe it can be used as a fire starter?
Forget it, this thing can’t be made in a short time, so let’s continue talking about this.

Once ready, the bullet is inserted into the opening and closed to form an integrated ammunition.

There are bullets, and the gun body is being modified.

One has a larger barrel and an opening and closing gun mount on the front, and can fire two bullets at a time.

Fire a shot, open the gun mount in your hand, replace the integrated ammunition I just mentioned, and continue shooting."

As he spoke, Yang Chen displayed his finished paintings, the "artworks" in front of everyone.

If someone who knows this sees it, they will find that it is the classic double-barreled shotgun used in the American scoop net.

Holding up the artwork, Yang Chen continued:

"The weapon you are using now is called a copper fire gun, which has only one ammunition port and takes about a minute to fire once.

No wonder General Mu developed the three-stage shooting technique after going to Yunnan in the future.

This method had to be invented because the speed of loading gunpowder and bullets was too slow.

But my integrated ammunition is different from the double-barreled gun.

The bullets in this weapon are fired much faster and with much greater power, but more importantly, the damage done by the ejected pills is also much stronger.

Granular black powder is condensed, and the explosion process is far more powerful than your powdered black powder.

It can even be softened and turned into a bomb.

Or a grenade!

If you throw this thing at a crowded place, it will explode instantly. Even if they don't die, they will be disabled. At worst, they will be killed by the noise caused by the explosion.

Causes the enemy to lie on the ground and wail.

Yongle, as long as you are equipped with such weapons in the future, you can throw them at wherever the enemy is.

They will be so scared by your weapons!"

The more Yang Chen spoke, the more excited he became. He had already begun to imagine Zhu Di riding a horse, with a double-barreled shotgun in his left hand and a grenade in his right hand.

The horses galloped across the battlefield, firing their guns, then bit off the fuses of grenades with their teeth and threw them at the crowd.

An explosion! Bang! Suddenly, blood and flesh splattered and smoke rose up.

Just thinking about it conjures up a picture, and it’s even a little exciting.

As for the explosive pack, it is very easy to make. Black powder in powder form will do.

One sulfur, two nitrate and three charcoal, adding a little sugar will make it more powerful.

Black powder alone will not explode, it will only burn violently and emit smoke.

Black powder can be made into granular black powder and added with external constraints, that is, wrapping it with something.

It is best to use sackcloth, as wooden barrels are too heavy and inconvenient to use.

After filling it up and compacting it, just lightly ignite it and it will explode instantly.

In the chaotic war years, few guerrillas could obtain ammunition produced by regular arsenals.

In order to be able to fight continuously, smart soldiers used these granular black powder to pack them.

Generally speaking, only five, ten or twenty kilograms of explosives are needed to form a powerful explosive pack.

It may not be able to blow up tanks, but it is a good weapon if it can kill people.

First solve whether it exists, then solve whether it is good or not.

"Is this a musket?"

Zhu Biao was the first to take the drawing from Yang Chen's hand and said with a frown.

Curious Zhu Di also started to move forward.

They didn't understand what Yang Chen meant, and didn't understand anything about the double-barreled shotgun.

You may understand that this weapon is very powerful, even more powerful than the bronze hand cannon currently used by the Ming Dynasty.

Just listening to it fills them with endless imagination.

Zhu Biao took a look at it, combined it with what Yang Chen said, and tried hard to understand it, then he took the rice paper to the table.

Point it out to Zhu Yuanzhang personally and explain it in detail.

After understanding, Zhu Yuanzhang stroked his beard, glanced at the words above, and immediately couldn't help but frown and complain:
"I say, you bastard, your painting is too ugly, if it weren't for Biao'er's carefulness.

It may not be possible for us to understand what you are painting at the moment.

I almost mistook it for a cane."

Yang Chen swallowed his saliva and wanted to refute Zhu Yuanzhang's complaints, but gave up in the end.

'Forget it, forget it. After all, I have received compulsory education, I respect the elderly and love the young, so I won't bother with this old Korean.

Anyway, I haven't learned calligraphy, so it's enough if I can draw it and understand it.'

Thinking of this, Yang Chen immediately rolled his eyes at Lao Zhu when he wasn't paying attention.

After complaining about Yang Chen's painting skills, Old Zhu turned and looked at Zhu Biao.

"Biao'er, do you think the weapon Yang Chen mentioned is feasible?"

The concept of integrated ammunition entered the public's cognition in a brutal way.

They didn't know what the exact principle was, but they knew that this new type of elixir was much more convenient than the powdered gunpowder they were using now.

Open the cover on the musket hand, let the shells inside out, and then put in new integrated ammunition.

Once activated, the bullets will be fired along two thick tubes.

No matter how you look at it, you can see that this thing is much more convenient than filling the musket with powdered explosives and then using a horse to stuff it.

Once Yang Chen's method is proven to be effective, the strength of the Ming army will be multiplied exponentially.

What invincible warrior on horseback? Come on, shoot me one by one.

In an instant, people and horses fell to the ground. If one shot doesn't work, two shots can kill them instantly. It is much more convenient than shooting with a bow.

"Father, I dare not make a firm statement. We really know too little about this. If something can come out, let us see its power and whether it is convenient.

That's better than just guessing here.

Father, you just heard what Yang Chen said, that this weapon is much faster and more powerful than the Ming Dynasty musket in terms of both power and the speed of loading gunpowder!
And what about those explosive packs? If these things are real, with the strength of our Ming army, who in the world can stop our cavalry?
Let my fourth brother take these weapons to the north to capture the city. I believe that after seeing our strength, those former subordinates of the Northern Yuan Dynasty will definitely not dare to invade us in the future.

Even actively bowing to Father, the merger of the two tribes that Father has been dreaming of for a long time may come true."

Zhu Biao's words instantly gave Zhu Yuanzhang a bold idea.

He put down the drawing in his hand and his eyes kept wandering over Yang Chen.

Seems to be thinking about something.

After a moment, he asked:
"You bastard, these things look so complicated, are you sure you can make them?"

Hearing this, Yang Chen was overjoyed.

Once the first step is taken, the rest will be much easier.

"Your Majesty, as long as you give me money and people,

I can make half of what is in the picture, and if I have enough time, it is not impossible to replicate it completely."

"Okay! Biao'er, did you remember everything he said just now?
This guy said that as long as we give him money and others, he can make these things.

In that case, let's give him money and others.

Yang Chen, I'll give you forty days. After forty days, we'll see your results.

Starting tomorrow, you will leave the palace."

"Ah! Father, Yang Chen left the palace? Why? Isn't it more convenient for you to see the results if he stays in the palace?"

When Zhu Biao heard that his father was going to arrange Yang Chen outside the palace, he became confused and puzzled.

But Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and prepared to leave, pointing at Yang Chen, his face flushed as he said:
"Biao'er! This guy annoys me whenever I see him. You know how much trouble he has caused me these days.

Anyway, he is in our palace, and we don't like him, so let him go, the farther away from the palace the better."

The thought of Yang Chen staying in her harem for a night and for such a long time made her feel sad.

Zhu Yuanzhang felt extremely angry.

But he couldn't punish the other party, and now he finally had the chance to move this guy away from the palace.

How could Lao Zhu miss such a great opportunity?

(End of this chapter)