The Ming Dynasty: Zhu Biao's daughter ran away from her arranged marriage, terrifying Zhu Di.

"Get out of my way! Let me go!"

Zhu Gaochi struggled to break free from the soldiers' grasp and scrambled to the front of the sky.

He stared wide-eyed at the sky.

I was afraid of missing even a single word.

At this time.

Shen Kan, standing in the sky, also turned his gaze to the deepest corner of the Industrial Museum.

there.

It contains the most humiliating page of the entire Chinese civilization.

"It will be about four hundred years after your fourth uncle passed away."

"Those foreign barbarians who were once looked down upon by the Ming Dynasty will, by chance, knock on the door of industrialization."

"at first."

"The prestige of the Celestial Empire can still keep them in check."

"But once they've mastered these technologies..."

"Who do you think would be afraid of the Celestial Empire?"

Shen Kan's voice echoed in the silent National Museum of China.

Nanping followed suit in small steps.

But this time, what came into view of Nanping and the Ming emperor and his officials was...

It's no longer a Jenny.

It was Maxim.

It's a Mauser rifle.

It's TNT explosive.

"This is yellow explosive made by Western barbarians."

"Its power is more than a hundred times that of the black powder used by the Ming Dynasty's Shenji Battalion."

"With just one shot, we can breach the Ming Dynasty's most fortified city walls!"

"Can the Divine Machine Battalion hold them off?"

When the past was mentioned, Shen Kan's expression remained calm.

Because he knew that the era when simply setting up two cannons at the country's gates was enough to conquer a nation was long gone.

But in the eyes of the Ming emperor and his ministers...

Shen Kan's understated style, on the contrary, better suits the image of the immortals recorded in the Tao Te Ching.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

However, while Shen Kan could let go, Nanping and the five sons of the Zhu family could not.

"Does the immortal mean that the Ming Dynasty is in danger of national subjugation and extinction?"

Shen Kan was taken aback.

Look up at Nanping.

"Not just the Ming Dynasty?"

"This was a more brutal colonial activity than the Battle of Yamen at the end of the Song Dynasty."

"The Mongols were ultimately just a steppe tribe."

"There are some things that even if they have the will, they don't have the ability to do."

These words were spoken.

It was like a thunderclap that exploded in the Qianqing Palace.

By this time, cold sweat had soaked Zhu Gaochi's back.

"Brother, move aside, you're blocking my way!"

"Then what!"

"Why hasn't this immortal spoken yet!"

Faced with Zhu Gaoxu's persistent questioning.

Zhu Gaochi, however, seemed to have all his strength drained away and collapsed to the ground.

"No."

"I have a general idea."

"What will happen after the foreigners knock on the door?"

Speaking of it.

Zhu Gaoxu was still completely baffled.

"What?"

"So you're saying we should export the food we grow overseas?"

Zhu Gaochi shook his head and closed his eyes with a pained expression.

"More than that?"

"Will our descendants sit idly by and wait for their doom?"

"Won't."

"If we don't develop industry now, we'll just be forced to do so when foreigners blow open our doors."

The words fell.

Yang Shiqi, who had just been resigning, immediately felt a chill run down his spine as if he had been electrocuted.

"Your Highness's meaning."

"At that time, the people of my Great Ming Dynasty will have very little food left."

"Not only should we give a share to the foreigners, but we should also grit our teeth and squeeze out a portion to send into the city to develop our own industries?"

Zhu Gaochi slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at Yang Tinghe with a wry smile.

"Master Yang, how come you've become confused too?"

"Is it just rations?"

That brings us to this point.

Zhu Gaochi pointed to the "Sphinx blueprints" that a Ministry of Works official beside him had just drawn.

"Have you forgotten what these things are for?"

"It's for spinning yarn!"

"They're cloth weavers!"

"With such low costs, who would buy cloth woven by the common people of the Great Ming Dynasty?!"

"At that time, not only will we not have food to eat!"

"The avenues for making a living through other professions for the common people of our Great Ming Dynasty are also being blocked!"

Zhu Gaochi practically roared these words out.

Since ancient times.

The Central Plains.

It was nothing more than men plowing and women weaving.

But we can wait until the country's doors are opened.

The food that men earned from farming was to be taken away by foreigners.

The cloth woven by the women was then dumped by foreigners.

Families have no surplus grain, people have no surplus wealth, and the nation has no surplus strength.

Zhu Gaochi instinctively imagined what kind of life the people would lead at that time.

You can think it over carefully.

Zhu Gaochi was shocked to discover this.

He couldn't imagine it.

Because of the twenty-three histories.

Such a scene has never occurred before.

Even when the Mongol Yuan dynasty moved south.

The Battle of Yai Shan.

Even desperate female weavers could still band together to form cooperatives and survive in Jiangnan by weaving, which is why they were recorded in history.

But what if all of Shen Kan's words come true?

What kind of female worker weaver?

Their only way to survive was to beg on the streets.

However, with grain flowing out of the country and the imperial court being forced to develop industry, the situation was dire.

Where can they go to beg for food?

After much deliberation.

Zhu Gaochi felt a sense of relief.

I'm so glad that my grandfather, Zhu Yuanzhang, was born at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

If only I had been born during the time of national ruin and family destruction that Shen Kan spoke of.

Even though he was his grandfather.

It was nothing more than a starving corpse lying dead by the roadside.

"Boss, are you still planning to leave?"

Just as Zhu Gaochi was lost in thought...

Zhu Di's voice, full of interest, suddenly rang out.

Zhu Gaochi, who was sitting on the ground, was stunned for a moment, then got up and solemnly knelt down in front of Zhu Di.

"Your subject deserves to die ten thousand times!"

Zhu Di turned his gaze to Yang Shiqi and other officials in the Crown Prince's Office.

After figuring out the terrible mess they had almost made.

Everyone immediately lowered their heads.

He dared not meet Zhu Di's gaze even for a moment.

"And you?"

"We deserve to die ten thousand times!"

Unlike the shame felt by the other officials.

At this moment, Zhu Di couldn't help but chuckle as he sat on the dragon throne, wishing he could cross his legs.

This is the first time since the founding of the Ming Dynasty.

For the first time, the emperor and his ministers reached a consensus so easily.

"Since you've made up your mind..."

"Then we have to get the job done!"

"The Crown Prince's residence and the Prince of Han's residence need to quickly come up with a reform plan."

"The sooner the better."

"Once it's taken out, send it to the palace immediately."

"Do it at any time."

"Enter the palace at any time."

The brothers Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Gaoxu lowered their heads.

"Your subject obeys the decree!"

Jian Nanping and Shen Kan's trip to the Industrial Expo is nearing its end.

Zhu Di, feigning profundity, slowly rose and stared at the sky, speaking loudly.

"My niece is also going back to the palace to rest. You are foreign officials and it is not appropriate for you to visit her any further."

"Let's leave today's matter as it is."

"You all go ahead and get busy!"

Zhu Gaochi and the others accepted the order and left.

I don't know how much time passed.

Yao Guangxiao, who was standing still, then put his hands together and bowed to Zhu Di.

"His Majesty."

"There's no one here."

Zhu Di, standing before the sky, remained silent for a moment.

Followed by.

Zhu Di's laughter echoed throughout the entire Qianqing Palace.

Indeed.

Being complacent and stagnant will lead to falling behind, and falling behind means being vulnerable to attack.

But now I know all of this.

Would the Ming Dynasty repeat the same mistakes?

What delighted Zhu Di even more was that his three sons had been fighting each other for so many years.

Finally, there is hope of turning hostility into friendship!

This sky is absolutely auspicious!

Shen Kan is a benefactor to the Zhu family!

Looking at Shen Kan, who was bringing his niece home.

Zhu Di wore a meaningful smile.

"Brother, I've picked out a son-in-law for you!"