Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 42 Emperor Yongle, your idea is very cruel
The tour guide didn't know Zhu Yuanzhang was right next to him, so he continued, "Over there is the tomb of Crown Prince Zhu Biao and his family. In the eleventh year of the Hongwu reign, Crown Princess Chang died of illness a dozen days after giving birth. Four years later, her eldest son, Zhu Xiongying, died..."

"Biao'er just got married. Could it be that after just a few years, his wife and children are gone?"

As Zhu Yuanzhang listened to one piece of bad news after another, his mind went blank, his eyes went dark, and he collapsed to the ground.

"father!"

"Great-grandfather!"

Zhu Di and Zhu Zhanji both stepped forward to support Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Someone has fainted here. Can you help?" Su Jiahe immediately asked for help from the scenic area staff.

Fortunately, there was a patrol car nearby, which quickly took Zhu Yuanzhang to the entrance of the scenic area and put him in a taxi.

"Master, go to the nearest hospital!"

Fortunately, Zhu Yuanzhang woke up on his own as soon as he arrived at the hospital, but he was weak all over and lay powerlessly on the hospital bed.

"Dad, please accept my condolences." Zhu Di comforted him while quietly wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

When Zhu Di learned of his mother's death, he was so heartbroken that he fainted. However, the princes were not allowed to enter the capital without an imperial edict, so they could only pay their respects from afar. Therefore, when he saw Empress Ma's tomb, he was also deeply saddened.

After hearing that Zhu Biao died young, Zhu Yuanzhang still had confidence that he could save the situation in advance. However, when he learned that even his closest relative had met such a fate, his psychological defenses collapsed and he lay in bed grieving.

"Oh, God, why do you treat me like this? I have been lonely and helpless since I was young. I finally became the emperor, but now I am alone again."

"Miss Su, since people in the afterlife can go to heaven and into the earth, can you please save our family?"

"Emperor Hongwu, please be patient. In fact, the illnesses of the Empress, the Crown Prince, the Crown Princess, and the Emperor's grandson can basically be cured now."

"Ah? Both Mother and Big Brother can be saved?" Zhu Di asked in surprise. "Then can Gao Chi and Zhanji live a few more years?"

"They should still be able to be saved," Su Jiahe said. "In the Ming Dynasty, a minor illness could result in death, leading to the premature death of many children and young adults. But now, the average life expectancy is over seventy."

"So, everyone is now a hundred years old?" Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly perked up and got up from the bed. "Miss Su, can you make everyone in our family live to be a hundred years old?"

"However, the development of modern medicine did not happen overnight. I will bring you some modern medicines and a set of medical books. You can ask someone to study them slowly when you return."

In the middle and late Ming Dynasty, Western scientists had already begun to study modern medicine, but many Ming emperors closed the country to the outside world, which hindered scientific exchanges and caused us to fall behind.

This time, Su Jiahe wants China to be hundreds of years ahead in the field of medicine.

"Okay, okay, thank you Miss Su."

With the help of Zhu Di and Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Yuanzhang was discharged from the hospital and found a hotel to rest temporarily.

"Oh, your family is really fainting one after another, please don't scare me anymore." Su Jiahe bought some fast-acting heart pills at the pharmacy downstairs in case of emergency.

While Zhu Yuanzhang was resting in the hotel, Zhu Di and Zhu Zhanji continued to study their mobile phones.

"Miss Su, what are those grids on the screen? There are a lot of strange symbols on them." Zhu Zhanji asked.

Su Jiahe walked over and took a look, then realized that he was talking about the keyboard.

"This thing is called a keyboard, and it's used for typing." Su Jiahe said, took the phone and typed a few words on the screen.

"Can you write like this?" Zhu Zhanji exclaimed.

"This is called Hanyu Pinyin, invented more than 60 years ago. Once you learn it, you can pronounce all Chinese characters and even input them on your phone."

"Is this Pinyin difficult? Can I take a set back home?" Zhu Zhanji's eyes lit up with excitement when he learned that Pinyin was so magical.

"Yes, it's very simple." Su Jiahe said, and ordered three copies of "Detailed Explanation of Chinese Pinyin" on Taobao.

After a while, Zhu Zhanji asked Su Jiahe for help again.

"Miss Su, is your phone broken? It's not working."

"It's out of power, it'll be fine after charging for a while." Su Jiahe took the charger over. "This needs power?"

"Of course, the lights, air conditioners, and subways you see these days all require electricity to operate."

After turning on the phone, Zhu Zhanji sat next to the charging port again and searched for "what is electricity" on a certain app.

Zhu Di stayed by the bed, watching various military videos.

"Today's muskets and cannons are truly formidable. If we bring them back, forget about the Oirat and Jurchens, the whole world will belong to the Ming Dynasty."

"No, no, no, Emperor Yongle, your idea is very cruel." Su Jiahe said quickly, "In Xia Country, ordinary people really can't get these things."

"Can the Ming Dynasty build it?"

"The Ming Dynasty already had firearms. By improving upon the original, their power could be greatly increased. However, it would take several generations to develop the weapons we have today. I'll give you some books. Go back and have someone study them."

Zhu Yuanzhang was lying on the bed, also holding up his mobile phone, checking medical content.

"My sister, my daughter, my grandson... I will definitely cure you."

After resting in the hotel for a day, Zhu Yuanzhang's health had basically recovered. He also found out through the Internet that there was hope of curing his family's illnesses, and his mood improved a lot.

"Miss Su, we've already seen the Forbidden City and the mausoleum in Yingtian. Let's go to Shuntian Prefecture and see the capital of future generations."

The next morning, the group arrived in Beijing by plane and went straight to the Forbidden City after getting off the car.

"Dad, I was in charge of building this palace. It looks great, doesn't it?" Zhu Di introduced it to Zhu Yuanzhang while leading the way.

Although the Forbidden City had been renovated many times in later generations, it was still very much the same as what Zhu Di had described. Su Jiahe followed behind, finally enjoying a free guided tour.

"Emperor Yongle, can I ask you something?" Su Jiahe took advantage of the break and walked to Zhu Di's side.

"what's up?"

"Is there a copy of the Yongle Encyclopedia buried in the palace or elsewhere?"

"The Yongle Encyclopedia consists of over 22,000 volumes, and transcribing it was extremely time-consuming and laborious. Therefore, only one original copy is kept in the palace, and no copies are found elsewhere," Zhu Di said. "So, future generations can't find the Yongle Encyclopedia?"

"Alas," Su Jiahe sighed regretfully, "After hundreds of years of war, only about 800 volumes remain, and some are copies from later generations."

When Zhu Di learned that only this little bit was left of the immortal book he had spent so much effort to compile, a trace of loss flashed in his eyes.

"How about I go back and have someone copy it, bury it, and leave it for future generations."

"But you are Zhu Youjian now, and you have to go back to his Chongzhen period." Su Jiahe reminded.

"Oh, forget about it. Zhanji, I'll leave this matter to you." Zhu Di turned around and patted Zhu Zhanji on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, Grandpa. I will make sure that the Yongle Encyclopedia will be passed down through the ages." Zhu Zhanji replied confidently.

Su Jiahe originally wanted Zhu Zhanji to send her a set, but then she thought that this request was a bit excessive.

Forget it, let’s make up for this historical regret in another dimension.

After two days of touring the capital, the three emperors' journey to the afterlife finally drew to a close. Su Jiahe took the three back to his home in Bohai, then pulled a flatbed cart to pick up several deliveries.

"Everyone, these are the items and books I brought back for you. Please share them among yourselves and make sure you don't take the wrong ones."

Due to weight restrictions, each person could only choose what they wanted most. Zhu Yuanzhang preferred medical information and medicine, Zhu Di preferred gun manufacturing and military books, and Zhu Zhanji asked for a lot of science and technology manuals, as well as electricity.

"Where is Zhanji? Where did he go? Why hasn't he come to move the luggage?" Zhu Yuanzhang looked around the room but couldn't find Zhu Zhanji.

"Dad, he just went out by himself and said he wanted to take a walk." Zhu Di said.

As they were talking, the doorbell rang several times. Su Jiahe opened the door and saw Zhu Zhanji standing at the door with two large boxes beside him.

(End of this chapter)