Sky Curtain: My Great Qin must have an aircraft carrier!

Zhu Yuanzhang paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, still feeling very unhappy.

He wasn't afraid of peasant uprisings, but rather that someone might use this as an excuse to win back the people.

The White Lotus sect used to claim "Maitreya has descended to earth," which misled countless people.

If it were replaced with "Long live the working people" now, it would be even more impressive, since who isn't a working person?

Seeing his father's uncertain expression, Zhu Biao roughly guessed what was going on and took the initiative to speak.

"Father, an urgent report has arrived from the Fujian Maritime Trade Office."

"A merchant discovered an American crop on Luzon Island. It has creeping vines and tubers underground. It is sweet when eaten raw and soft and glutinous when cooked."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened and his breathing quickened.

"Are you sure? That thing looks like the sweet potato described in the sky..."

"Absolutely perfect." Zhu Biao answered decisively, "I have checked the report, and even the shape of the leaves matches. It is undoubtedly a sweet potato."

"Great, great!" Zhu Yuanzhang's face flushed with excitement, and he almost jumped up.

"Have fast horses prepared at the post stations along the way, and escort them by urgent courier for 800 li (approximately 400 kilometers). We want to see it with our own eyes!"

With sweet potatoes, we have food.

Food is the foundation for maintaining stability in the world, and there is no other foundation for it!

Rebellion is something people do only when they are forced into a corner and have no other way to survive; it's a risky business that could cost them their lives.

As long as there is dry food in the bowl, no matter how much the White Lotus Sect shouts, the people will not follow them into madness.

"Hmph, this canopy is still somewhat useful, it would be even better if there were fewer heresies about it."

Zhu Yuanzhang carefully examined the report, and his anger subsided.

Who cares? Let future emperors worry about that. Right now, sweet potatoes are the most important thing.

"Let the Ministry of Works select a piece of land near the palace, and personally oversee its growth."

"Yes."

Zhu Biao bowed in agreement, then watched as the old man walked excitedly toward the back hall, guessing he was going to report the good news to the Empress.

Once the footsteps had faded into the distance, Zhu Biao gave a wink to a corner inside the hall.

"Come out."

Zhu Di peeked half his head out from behind the pillar, and only after seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang had gone far away did he tiptoe out.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, he asked, "Big brother, are we safe now?"

Zhu Biao smiled and said, "Sweet potatoes will keep Father Emperor busy for a while. Maybe when he's in a good mood, he'll forget about treating you as the founding emperor."

"Brother, can you please not bring this up?"

Zhu Di's face fell.

Ever since Tianmu revealed this matter, Zhu Yuanzhang has been carrying a big stick every day, just waiting for him to return.

Zhu Di was truly wronged! He didn't become emperor; instead, he worried about being beaten every day!

Which bastard gave him "Chengzu" (a reference to a historical figure known for his erotic films)? He really got himself into trouble!

-

Lu Li rolled over, placed his hand on his stomach, and stared at the ceiling for a while, lost in thought.

"The wheat has ripened thousands of times, but this is the first time we've seen it ripen like this."

"I just don't understand why so many people want to travel back to ancient times. Do they think they're living too comfortably?"

Based on probability, there's a 99.9% chance that if you traveled back in time, you'd be just an ordinary person.

Unless you have a cheat system, you'll die if you go back to ancient times.

Not to mention the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, a time when living was more painful than dying.

For people like this, all I can say is that they're too well-fed; they'll behave themselves if they're disconnected from the internet for a few days.

"Time travel? Could it mean arriving in the Qin Dynasty?"

After hearing this, Ying Zheng roughly guessed its meaning.

He sized up Lu Li; with his fair skin and delicate features, he must be at least a nobleman's son.

If this kind of person traveled back to the Qin Dynasty, what could they do?

He can't farm, he can't fight, and he's not proficient in any of the six arts.

If you put him on the streets of Xianyang, he'd be no different from a cripple.

However, Ying Zheng then thought that since people of later generations are knowledgeable and experienced, they could serve as advisors who offer suggestions.

To put it another way, the Great Wall wasn't even finished yet, and only half of the imperial road was paved.

If people in later generations are really bored and want to come to Qin to experience life, Ying Zheng would warmly welcome them.

It wasn't just Qin Shi Huang; many ancient people thought the same way.

"Are people in later generations living too comfortably? What are they trying to achieve by coming to ancient times?"

"They're just trying to starve, not farming, are they?"

"Hahaha, if there wasn't no other way to make a living besides farming, I wouldn't want to farm at all. It's exhausting, not to mention we have to hand over most of our grain every year."

Many people looked up at the sky and began to pray that they could be reborn in the next life.

-

Lu Li casually accepted the fifty-yuan red envelope, feeling quite pleased with himself.

We're still far from getting a new computer; the revolution is not yet complete, comrades must continue to work hard.

After scrolling through a few mukbang videos and funny clips, a new title popped up.

Why did ancient China advocate primogeniture and the birth of the eldest son?

"That goes without saying, it's for the sake of stability."

Cao Cao spoke without even thinking.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized he had misspoke and coughed twice to cover up his blunder.

Cao Cao was in an awkward position, but his son was experiencing a stark contrast between joy and sorrow.

Cao Pi's heart pounded, and he could only desperately pinch his thigh to suppress the overwhelming joy in his chest with pain.

Tianmu is practically his second parents; that's an excellent question!

Not far away, Cao Zhi sat upright like a bell, but his hands under his sleeves slowly clenched.

In terms of talent and resourcefulness, in what way am I inferior to my second brother?

My father clearly favors me more, but just because I was born a few years later, am I supposed to hand over the throne to someone else?

Inside the Taiji Palace, Li Yuan's expression was complex, which ultimately turned into a sigh.

He certainly wanted to make his eldest son the heir, but the problem was...

The images on the screen flowed, and a deep voice began to narrate.

Why did ancient emperors choose their eldest son as their heir, even if he had many shortcomings?

First of all, everyone should understand that the eldest son of the legitimate wife is the first son of the empress. A woman who can become empress must not come from an ordinary family.

They were either born into top-tier aristocratic families or were descendants of founding heroes.

The legitimate son naturally possesses vast political resources, which illegitimate sons cannot match.

Inside the Fengtian Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang turned to look at Empress Ma beside him and chuckled.

"Girl, did you hear that? Our Zhu family has a strong foundation too."

Empress Ma rolled her eyes at him. "Just because you have a foundation doesn't mean you can mess around like this. The important thing is to hurry up and plant the sweet potatoes so that the people of the world can have enough to eat."

"Of course! We guarantee that within a few years, everyone in the Ming Dynasty will have sweet potatoes to eat and be able to eat their fill at every meal!"

Zhu Yuanzhang patted his chest and made a solemn vow.

[Then another question arises: the empress had more than one son, so why did the eldest son have to inherit the throne? Weren't the younger brothers allowed?]

These words threw the princes' residences in various parallel universes into chaos.

"Yeah! Why should we!"

Liu Ruyi was so angry that she smashed her jade pendant, Li Tai slammed his fist on the desk with a deafening roar, and the princes couldn't even hold their teacups steady.

Why should the boss get all the good stuff, leaving them only the scraps?

He was a learned man, skilled in archery and horsemanship, but in the end he could only be a leisurely prince, unable to even leave his fiefdom. What difference was there between him and being imprisoned?

The ancients also struggled with the question of whether to appoint the eldest son or the most virtuous.

Both the eldest son and the most virtuous son have their drawbacks, but the standard for establishing the eldest son of the legitimate wife is very clear: it is the empress's first son.

But if you're talking about establishing virtue, what are the standards for virtue?

Is being kind and generous to others considered virtuous? Is being a skilled warrior considered virtuous? Is composing poetry and prose considered virtuous?

And are the chosen wise kings truly wise?

Let's not forget that when it comes to acting skills, the ancients were in no way inferior to modern movie stars.

Putting aside other things, just take Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, who was the biggest spendthrift in history.

Originally, the crown prince was Yang Yong, who had nothing to do with Yang Guang. However, Yang Yong was eccentric and was not liked by his parents.

Yang Guang was very good at creating a persona, which allowed him to bring down his own brother and ascend the throne himself.

As a result, this "wise king" destroyed the Sui Dynasty in just fourteen years after ascending the throne.

"puff--"

Yang Jian spat out a mouthful of tea, his mind buzzing.

The short-lived dynasty that the immortal mentioned before, similar to the Qin Dynasty, is actually my Sui Dynasty?!

He devoted half his life to usurping the Zhou dynasty and establishing the Sui dynasty, but it only lasted for one generation.

Yang Jian's shoulders shrugged, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse with anger.

"Guards, bring Prince Jin here to me!"