I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 356 Zhu Yunqi: Fourth uncle is strong, fourth uncle is fierce, fourth uncle is awesome...

"I have fulfilled your request. Now all the domestic troops have pledged their allegiance to me, and I have sent an additional 20 troops. It is expected that they will be assembled next month. When will you fulfill your promise?"

In the royal palace of Cairo, Luo Ke, who was wearing a royal costume, looked directly at Sashur, who was playing with a decoration.

"Don't worry, we, Daming, will definitely do what we say."

Throwing the ornament to the entourage beside her, Saxuer smiled and rushed into the purse beside her, took out a document and handed it to Luo Ke.

After the other party took over the document, Sa Xuer explained to him: "According to the agreement, we will send 2000 soldiers to your army in three days to train your soldiers and teach them how to fight modern warfare."

"Don't worry about weapons. We have reported the news here to the imperial court, and the imperial court has made a decision."

"After the New Year's Day, the first batch of 1 flintlock guns, 5 second-generation rifles, 5000 artillery pieces and some supporting ammunition will arrive in four months."

"At the same time, to celebrate, you became our first western ally of Ming Dynasty, and the imperial court also decided to sell you 1 new rocket launchers."

"A rocket launcher?"

Looking at the document, Luo Ke frowned. He was very unfamiliar with the name of this weapon.

He has seen most of the weapons of the Ming Dynasty. For example, he owns one of the latest custom-loaded copper-cased bullet rifles. This was given to him by Zheng He, and it is a witness of the friendship between the two parties.

"This is a new type of weapon. You can think of it as a powerful artillery group. A rocket launcher can carry 12 rockets. If you shoot down a salvo, there will be no survivors within two miles."

With a smile on his face, Sasher read out the introduction of this weapon from the telegram he just received this morning.

"so smart!"

Luo Ke gasped in shock, one car shot down in one round, and there were no survivors within two miles, so if 10 cars shoot together, does that mean that the enemy within twenty miles can be wiped out?

Looking at Luo Ke's shocked eyes, Sa Xuer shrugged, "As a friend, let me tell you the truth, Da Ming's strength is beyond your imagination."

Immediately, he rolled his eyes, got up and came to Luo Ke's side, and whispered in his ear: "Originally, Daming did not allow takeout of such a destructive weapon, but afterward, Mr. Zheng He and I asked for it many times. You also explained your request to marry your youngest daughter to His Royal Highness, and your in-laws, the Crown Prince, only approved ten vehicles."

Luo Ke heard him and glanced at him, "Thank you very much."

There was no gratitude in the words, it was very calm, and there was no sign of thanking him at all.

Thanks, what a joke.

Da Ming didn't give away these weapons for free, they were all bought by the Roco Kingdom, which needed him, and spent real money.

Saxuer shrugged casually, returned to his seat, straightened his posture, and said in a negotiating tone: "According to our agreement, we will sell you the weapon at the cheapest price."

"So after discussion at Daming, it was decided that a flintlock gun is 50 taels of silver, a second-generation rifle is 100 taels, a flintlock bullet pack, we will give you 20 packs for one tael of silver, and a second-generation rifle bullet is one tael of silver. We will give you 5 rounds."

"In terms of artillery, 3000 taels of light artillery, 8000 taels of medium artillery, and 2 taels of heavy fortress artillery."

"Because you are buying in a big order, we will send you three rounds of ammunition for each cannon, which counts as our support for the Roco Kingdom."

"The prices of different types of shells are different. They are 30 taels, 60 taels, and 90 taels. Don't think that the price is high. Our Ming Dynasty uses new gunpowder, which is not comparable to the black powder you know."

"The price of the rocket launcher is high. A car without ammunition is 80 taels, and each rocket is 500 taels. We will send people to maintain it for life, so you don't have to worry about damage."

After talking about the price of guns and cannons, Sashur looked at the expressionless Roco and said with a smile: "In addition, if you pay in full, we will give you 1000 sets of leather armor, 100 sets of heavy armor, and 2000 sets of heavy armor. Each handle is a sword."

Luo Ke was silent for a while, then nodded while looking at the price list on the notebook.

"can!"

Sasher showed a smile on his face, and was about to reach out his hand to shake it, but Luo Ke said to him without reaching out: "I will not bargain for these weapons and equipment, I will buy them directly, but I have a request."

Sa Xuer raised her eyebrows, and stretched out her hand as a gesture.

"Please say, as long as it is not an excessive request, we will consider it."

Sa Xu'er only said that she would consider it, but she would agree if she didn't say anything, so no matter what the other party asked, as long as it was not in the interests of Daming, they would all be rejected.

"I want 10 of your heavy machine guns, no matter what the price is."

The smile on Sa Xuer's face gradually disappeared, and she pondered for a while before replying: "I can't make a decision on this, I need to report to the higher authorities."

Luo Ke nodded. He also knew that Daming would never sell such a weapon that kills people like grass.

What the other party can sell him is either not a secret, or the kind that is difficult to imitate and study.

For example, even if Luo Ke hadn't seen the rocket launcher, he knew in his heart that it would be very difficult to imitate, otherwise Daming would not have sold it to him so easily.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

The roaring warplane flew over the Taimiao, and the royal ancestor worship ceremony officially started.

The plane was arranged by the old man. In the words of the old man, if we are strong, we should let our ancestors see it.

However, Zhu Zhangui deeply suspected that this was because the old man wanted to show off to his ancestors to offset what he did in the Taimiao a few years ago.

Perhaps because of the unhappiness a few years ago, the old man didn't want to disturb the eyes of those ministers, so this year's ancestor worship ceremony, only people from the old Zhu's family, and no civil and military ministers were allowed to come.

"Father, have you seen that our Ming Dynasty is strong again, and in another ten years or so, the whole world will be planted with our Ming Dynasty's sun and moon flags, and the Ming Dynasty you founded will become the most powerful in history. The most glorious empire."

Standing in front of Lao Zhu's portrait, the old man was holding incense in his hand, talking about his achievements.

"Brother, do you think people will really go to hell after death?"

Zhu Zhanji, who followed Zhu Zhangui to offer incense to other ancestors, asked Zhu Zhangui in a low voice after worshiping another ancestor.

"I don't know. I haven't died. There may or may not be an underworld in this world. After all, the people who went there have never come back to mention it. It is estimated that they will only know after they die."

Zhu Zhangui, who was walking towards the next ancestor with incense, replied casually.

A look of disappointment flashed in Zhu Zhanji's eyes, and he followed Zhu Zhangui to the next ancestor.

The Taimiao is said to be the ancestral hall of the old Zhu family, but in fact there are not many spiritual seats in it.

According to the rules, only 9 people can be placed here, and if there are more than 9 people, they will be moved out.

Therefore, Jiajing of the later generations moved Zhu Pangpang's spirit out, not because of any disrespect, but because of the rules.

Of course, this rule is for him, and it would be wrong for him to move his father in.

Jiajing is the 11th emperor. Since the previous Jianwen and Zhu Qiyu did not have temple names, starting from Lao Zhu, there are already 8 emperors sitting in the temple.

When Daming was first established, Lao Zhu named his father, father, and grandfather emperors, and later emperors, such as Zhu Jianshen and Zhu Youtang, could invite the emperors Lao Zhu had previously named to come out of the Taimiao and sit in them.

But it is different when it comes to Jiajing, there is only one place left.

If his father went in, he would have no place, so he tried to find a way to leave all of them to make room for his father.

Lao Zhu is the king who founded the country, and the old man is the king who started the business. The positions of the two of them cannot be moved, and Jiajing dare not move, so Jiajing can only choose later.

The other emperors had been in power for a long time, and there were even many old ministers in the court at that time. If these people's positions were to be moved, Jiajing, who was temporarily pulled over to take up duty, might not be able to withstand the pressure of the whole city.

After all, this is to find a place for his father, not for him.

Later, he chose and chose, and felt that Zhu Pangpang, who had only been emperor for less than a year, was very suitable, so he chose to move Zhu Pangpang out and invite his father in.

Although the ministers were a little upset, they chose this emperor, and Emperor Renzong was indeed a little far away from them, so they chose to acquiesce.

"Big boy, come here!"

Just when the two brothers worshiped their ancestors instead of their father, the old man who had finished showing off with his father waved at Zhu Zhangui.

"You worship first, I'll go over and have a look!"

Handing the incense to Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Zhangui gave an order and walked to the old man's side.

"grandfather!"

You can't be rude in Taimiao, Zhu Zhangui saluted the old man respectfully.

The old man nodded, glanced at the busy people, leaned into Zhu Zhangui's ear and whispered: "After the worship is over, you go with me to Jinyiwei Prison. It has been so many years, and I don't know how he lived. How's it going, I want to go see him."

Although the old man didn't say who he is, Zhu Zhangui is like a bright mirror in his heart.

The only one that the old man can see for himself is Jianwen Emperor Zhu Yunqi, who is locked in the deepest part of Jinyiwei.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now!"

The old man waved his hand, and after Zhu Zhangui left, he came to a small portrait next to Lao Zhu and stood quietly.

Looking at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, I fell into the memory.

"Chen Jinyiwei Ji Gang, see the Supreme Emperor, and meet His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The old man didn't go out with much fanfare, he just wore plain clothes and came to Jinyiwei with a few guards.

"Well, get up!"

For this subordinate who almost betrayed him, the old man was not so enthusiastic, he just nodded lightly.

"How? Arranged?"

Zhu Zhangui stepped forward and asked.

The reason for the arrangement is because the taste and environment of the imperial prison are really bad. After all, the old man is so old. If he goes in, he will be killed if he suffers from the wind and cold.

"Go back to His Royal Highness, the arrangement has been made, all the rooms have been disinfected and ventilated through the wind."

Zhu Zhangui nodded slightly, and accompanied the old man into the prison under the leadership of Ji Gang.

In the dimly lit corridor, the pungent smell of disinfectant water hits your face.

The cells on both sides of the aisle were full of kneeling prisoners who had obviously just changed their clothes.

Not as in the film and television, someone came out to cry for injustice.

Calling for injustice at this time is to put eye drops on Jin Yiwei, no matter what the Supreme Emperor cares about, when the Supreme Emperor and the crown prince leave later, they will have no good fruit to eat.

All the way to the depths, a dry well appeared in front of everyone.

This is a huge underground space, and the sparse sunlight shines on the wellhead through the steel fence above.

"Let's all go out!"

Seeing the old man standing by the well, Zhu Zhangui waved away everyone.

"Grandpa, I'll go down first!"

After Ji Gang led the people away, Zhu Zhangui greeted the old man and walked down the ladder.

The environment at the bottom of the well is many times better than the cell outside.

If someone was brought here blindfolded, he would never believe that this would be the place where Jin Yiwei was most closely guarded.

The space at the bottom of the well is very large, covering hundreds of square meters.

Fine Persian carpets covered the floor, and all kinds of bookshelves filled with books were placed on the surrounding walls in an orderly manner.

Several of the lighting lamps that have just become popular in the palace are installed here, making the originally dark bottom of the well look very bright, as if under sunlight.

A bed is placed on the east side, and there is a small desk in front of the bed, with all kinds of paper, ink, inkstone and tea set on it.

It is said that this is a prison cell, but it is actually more like the study of a literati son.

"uncle!"

Zhu Zhangui, who got off the ladder, glanced around, and after confirming that there was no problem, he saluted the bald monk who was sitting on the small desk and was boiling tea.

"coming!"

The monk nodded with a smile, then raised his head to the mouth of the well and said, "Fourth Uncle, I'm already like this, don't you dare to see me?"

"What a joke, I dare not see you."

As soon as the monk finished speaking, the old man came down angrily from the top, walked to the table with big strides, and sat down on the opposite side of the monk.

The monk laughed when he saw this, and reached out to pick up the teapot to pour tea for the two of them.

"Little boy, you are so old, why don't you know any rules, how can you let the elders cook tea for you?"

The old man glared at Zhu Zhangui and reprimanded him.

Zhu Zhangui smiled awkwardly, "Uncle, I'm coming!"

The monk didn't refuse, nodded with a smile and handed the teapot to Zhu Zhangui.

When the monk turned back to look at the old man, Zhu Zhangui quickly checked and filled the glasses for the two of them after confirming that there was no problem.

"Why does fourth uncle come to my place when he is free?"

Picking up the teacup, the monk saluted the old man, and asked a casual question as if chatting with others.

"It's okay, it's just Chinese New Year, come to see you, and chat with you by the way."

With his grandson's inspection, the old man was very relieved, and took a sip from his teacup.

"Chat, I don't know what fourth uncle wants to talk about. It just so happens that I haven't talked to anyone for several years, so let's have a good chat today, uncle and nephew."

The monk, who hadn't spoken to anyone for several years, seemed to very much want someone to chat with him, so he stretched out his hand and flicked his robe sleeves, adjusted his sitting posture, and waited for a cordial conversation with the old man.

The old man pretended not to understand, hummed twice, put the two teacups aside, took out a map and spread it on the table, then looked at the monk with a proud face.

Zhu Zhangui, who was sitting aside as a waiter, was speechless when he saw the old man's action.

Good guy, he just said how did the old man remember that he came to see this monk, and he came to show off his feelings.

The monk, who didn't understand what it meant, glanced at the old man. The old man pouted at the map, looking directly at the map with the other party.

Some monks who didn't know why looked down at the map on the table.

But at this sight, he was stunned for an instant, and stared at the red area marked with clear characters.

"For so many years, I have never slacked off. After years of bloody fighting and perseverance, this year, my Ming Dynasty has finally become the most powerful empire in the entire East, and even the entire world. It is also the largest empire in Yanhuang history. country, beyond the Mongol Yuan, beyond any dynasty.”

The corner of the old man's mouth curled up slightly, and he introduced his achievements over the years in a very flat tone.

"Amitabha, the merit of the fourth uncle is unprecedented in the ages, and can stand shoulder to shoulder with the first emperor!"

Knowing that the other party was here to show off, and also having some admired monks in his heart, he clasped his hands together and gave him a compliment.

He never doubted that the map was fake. Although his fourth uncle was a rascal, he would not use a fake map to fool him, a monk who could never get out in his life.

"Ha ha!"

"This is your truth!"

"Amitabha, monks don't lie."

"Really, do you feel envious?"

"The four things of the monks are empty, there is no envy, only sincere admiration."

One question and one answer, kept saying from the two mouths that the old man seemed to want to hear good things on purpose, and kept asking each other about his political achievements.

The monk didn't tire of taking the trouble, and said a sentence of praise.

Zhu Zhangui installed the wooden man next to him all the time, and only added it to the two when their teacups were empty.

This chat lasted all afternoon, and the light reflected from the mouth of the well changed from blazing white at the beginning to dim yellow.

"Okay, that's the end of today's chat, I had a good chat."

Picking up the teacup and drinking it in one gulp, the old man got up and patted his butt, greeted Zhu Zhangui and walked towards the ladder.

Reaching out to grab the ladder, the old man didn't climb up immediately, but turned to look at the monk who was smiling at him.

"The next time you come, there will only be this little brat, and you have to be prepared then."

The monk glanced at Zhu Zhangui and nodded with a smile.

"The monk is waiting for that day to come, and I hope that my fourth uncle can prepare a place for me by my father's side."

The old man didn't speak, but stared at the other party with burning eyes.

The monk didn't dodge either, and looked at him with a smile.

"Do you regret giving that order?"

The old man suddenly opened his mouth and asked a question that confused Zhu Zhangui.

"So what if you regret it, so what if you don't regret it, now it's a fact, and you've done better than me. I think if grandpa knew that Daming would be so strong, he would ignore me and choose you."

"Hahaha…"

Hearing the satisfactory answer, the old man looked up to the sky and laughed, stretched out his hand and nodded the old monk, and climbed up the ladder without looking back.

"Uncle, my nephew is leaving!"

After confirming that the old man went up, Zhu Zhangui saluted the monk, turned around and was about to climb up the ladder.

"When you come again, bring me a bowl of Yangchun noodles and a jug of fine wine."

The monk's words sounded behind him, and Zhu Zhangui, who was about to climb up, paused for a moment, turned his head to look at the smiling monk, nodded heavily after a long silence, and agreed that this was the monk's last request.

ps: In the past two days, fanhumanities on the website have started to have problems. I believe you have also seen that many of these themes have begun to be discontinued or eunuchs.

My book draws on the background of Daming Fenghua. I don’t know if it will be affected. If it is affected by this, I may finish the book ahead of schedule.

(End of this chapter)