Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 239 Aggression?No, it is the liberation of the mind!

After leaving Jian Xiao in Malacca, Zhu Zhanhe returned to Yunnan with Zhu Sanfeng.

He stayed in Siam and Malaga for half a year, and this was his first return to Yunnan in six months.

Oh, by the way, there is also the younger brother Zhu Zhanqi, because he came back this time for the Chinese New Year.

"Really let me go?"

Zhu Zhanqi pinched the imperial edict in his hand, with a dazed expression on his face.

"Otherwise? If I don't let you go, why should I give you the edict? Let you play with it?" Zhu Zhanhe rolled his eyes and kept showing off the rice in the bowl.

"Don't worry, there is nothing in this edict, which proves that there is nothing to do this year. If there is something to do, I will go there in person, and it will not be your turn."

"Besides, if it wasn't for my father and I having something to do, you still have to stay in Xiangzhou Mansion, can you still have such a good thing?"

"Uh..." Zhu Zhanqi's face was full of embarrassment.

"Brother, I don't mean that. I mean that in the past few years it was either you or dad, or you and dad went together. Let me go this time..."

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhanqi subconsciously looked in the direction of the northeast.

"Are you sure Grandpa Huang won't have any objections?"

"Can I have any comments?" Zhu Zhanhe took the food from his mother and glanced at his younger brother.

"Don't worry, it's fine. Grandpa won't have any objections because of this matter. Besides, our family is a special case. No other vassal princes will come to Beijing this year."

"Besides, according to the rules of etiquette, before you leave, father will give a performance to explain to you that the person who came to Beijing this year is you and why, so even if Grandpa Huang has any opinions, he can't express them to you."

"Then I'm relieved." Zhu Zhanqi patted his chest and picked up the bowl and chopsticks.

"Thank you ma'am."

After thanking Princess Wu, Zhu Zhanqi began to eat with a big mouthful.

Princess Wu looked at Zhu Zhanqi with pity in her eyes.

She is not a woman with a soft heart. If she had a soft heart, she would not be able to become Zhu Gaoxu's wife and she has not changed for so many years.

Regarding what happened to Zhu Zhanqi at the beginning, she really felt that the child was pitiful, but because Zhu Zhanqi was so obsessed at that time that she was also hostile to her, so she did nothing.

Now, she is more because of her son.

Women in this era are actually more realistic than men. For Concubine Wu, the main reason why she cares about Zhu Zhanqi is that her son is very kind to Zhu Zhanqi, and Zhu Zhanqi has become pretty good now.

As for what happened to poor Zhu Zhanqi, it was just an emotional support.

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After dinner, Zhu Zhanhe returned to his mansion for a rare occasion, sat down on a deck chair on the balcony on the second floor, and looked at the pitch-black Dianchi Lake.

Today's moon is not round and not bright enough, coupled with the lack of wind, the peaceful Dianchi Lake turns into a black hole at night, and nothing can be seen.

"What do you think?"

Zhu Zhanhe turned his head to look, and saw his father and younger brother standing at the door.

So drinking tea alone turned into a heart-to-heart conversation between father and son.

"What are you going to do this year?" Zhu Gaoxu pushed the brewed tea to his two sons first, and then poured himself a cup.

"If there is nothing wrong, you should be able to go to heaven. Now that you choose not to go, it proves that there are more important things."

Zhu Gaoxu still understands his eldest son, and the experience of the past two years has also improved his brain a lot.

In the past, Zhu Zhanhe basically attended the annual New Year's Eve dinner no matter what he had to do, for two reasons.

First, it was the old man who would let Zhu Zhanhe come to Beijing no matter what he had to do. Since their family became a feudal clan, the old man cared a lot about them obviously.

Second, Zhu Zhanhe also needs to go to Beijing.

Just because of Fan, it doesn't mean that their family gave up, or that although their family gave up fighting for the crown prince, they never gave up on expressing themselves.

Therefore, it is necessary to show their faces. This is to prevent their family from being forgotten by people, and it is also a comfort to those generals.

Tell them that the former Hanwang Party is still the Hanwang Party. Although there is no competition for reserves, it will still guarantee the interests of the generals camp.

The Eastern Expedition to the Wa Kingdom is the best embodiment.

But this year, Zhu Zhanhe suddenly decided not to go to the capital, and asked Zhu Zhanqi to go on his behalf. If there was nothing wrong, Zhu Gaoxu would not believe it.

"Indeed there is." Zhu Zhanhe nodded, the surroundings had been cleaned up by his heir's guards, so he didn't hide it.

"When I was in Malacca, Li Chengliang and the others came back and passed by, and I met them."

"Oh?" Zhu Gaoxu cheered up.

"How about the Timurid Empire? I wanted to say something earlier, you promised Ulugh Beg, and now our family doesn't have too many potatoes."

The output of potatoes is very high. Judging from the time when Qian Yong and the others came back, it should definitely not be the case for such a long time.

However, Zhu Zhanhe has never set out to solve the shoot tip cultivation technology, so the management of potatoes is very strict, and the people in Yunnan have never been allowed to plant them.

This led to the fact that there were not many potatoes. Similarly, this was why Zhu Gaoxu felt so heartbroken when Zhu Zhanhe asked someone to remove the stored potatoes last time.

"I didn't ask about the situation in the Timur Empire, because there's nothing to ask." Zhu Zhanhe lay on the recliner, shaking comfortably.

"Selling potatoes to Khalil and the Ottoman Empire was originally a punishment for the Timurid Empire. It was to bring the three of them back to the same starting point. The only result is to continue to stand on top of each other."

"As for Ulugh Beg, it's easier to say. I didn't plan to give him all the potatoes at once, but I planned to give him four times."

"Four times? That's okay." Zhu Gaoxu nodded slightly.

Hearing what his son said, he immediately understood.

It was the Timurid Empire who made mistakes before, and this time the resumption of the transaction was Zhu Zhanhe's reward for admitting their mistakes in time, but because of the previous convictions, it is natural to be on guard.

If you give enough at one time, wouldn't you repeat the same mistakes as last time?
But in this way, Zhu Gaoxu became even more confused. He looked at his son and asked, "Then what are you going to do this year?"

"I brought Sanfeng back." Zhu Zhanhe smiled and looked in the direction of the door.

"This time, I plan to let Sanfeng lead people into Delhi Sultan!"

crunch...

Both Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Zhanqi stopped their movements, and looked at Zhu Zhanqi with surprise on their faces.

Zhu Zhanqi is fine, he hasn't grown to that level yet, but Zhu Gaoxu is different, he has always been in charge of the family in Yunnan, he can be said to be the person who knows the details of the situation best besides Zhu Zhanhe .

Like Daming in the previous two years, the stalls in Yunnan this year are also very open, even to the point where there is no time to take care of it.

During the conquest of Siam, Zhu Zhanhe used Kunzhaxi of Uszangdusi, and after the end, Zhu Zhanhe even used some of the locals.

Although Zhu Gaoxu's three guards haven't been moved yet, there are less than 2 people. Compared with the march into Delhi Sultan, the gap is really too big.

"You don't need to worry." Seeing his father's reaction, Zhu Zhanhe laughed.

Where did he not know what his father was worried about?
"I didn't plan to use too many people this time, so I planned to give Sanfeng 3000 people."

"3000 people!?" Zhu Gaoxu's voice suddenly rose, full of disbelief.

"Don't be impulsive! What can 3000 people do?"

"The Sultan of Delhi is in chaos. It is true that it is divided into more than a dozen forces, but with 3000 people, you can't even see a splash when you throw them in!"

"Who said that?" Zhu Zhanhe raised his eyebrows and sat up straight.

"Only 3000 people, I think it's too much."

"Huh?" Zhu Gaoxu frowned.

He originally thought that his son was greedy for merit. After all, since his son emerged to the present, it can be said that he has never suffered any losses.

Taking the blame for the old man is not counted.

Now, seeing his son's reaction, Zhu Gaoxu began to believe in Zhu Zhanhe.

"Father, you have to know that the fastest way to collapse a dynasty is actually to disintegrate from within."

Zhu Zhanhe smiled and began to explain to his father, but in fact he taught his younger brother a lesson.

"Take our Ming Dynasty as an example, no matter how powerful the foreign enemy is, it is impossible to destroy our Ming Dynasty all at once."

"Throughout history, the demise of a dynasty is usually dominated by internal troubles, and foreign troubles are just a boost."

"The Delhi Sultan is what it is now."

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhanhe also became emotional.

Because in Zhu Zhanhe's view, the Delhi Sultan is actually the easiest problem to solve, even simpler than the Wa Kingdom.

The fighting power of the Wa Kingdom was already very weak. Zhu Zhanhe pushed half of the Wa Kingdom and unlocked the achievement of destroying the country, but the loss was very small.

The Sultan of Delhi is simpler than the country of Wa.

It's not that the strength of the Sultan of Delhi is weaker than that of the Wa Kingdom. After all, the dwarfs of the Wa Kingdom have limited combat power, and the third brother at least has elephant soldiers.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, isn't it?

In general, the third brother's side is higher than those dwarfs in terms of land area, population, and actual combat effectiveness.

However, the third brother's family has a fatal weakness: the system.

The caste system was a system that was not abolished until the middle of the twentieth century, but the so-called abolition was only in name. In fact, the caste system still had a deep-rooted influence on the Sange family.

In fact, many people only know that the caste system in the third brother's family has a great influence, but they don't know the origin of the caste system.

The so-called caste system is actually not the third elder brother's own system, but a foreign one.

The caste system was brought by a tribe named Aryans when they entered Sange’s house, and the Aryans at that time trampled all the aboriginals of Sange under their feet, in order to determine the rule of the Aryans status, the caste system began to shine.

In fact, few people may know that among the four ancient civilizations in the world, the three that have perished are actually inseparable from the Aryans.

As for why the flower growers are fine, there is still no specific conclusion. Some people say that the roof of the world stopped the Aryans from invading, some people say that the Shang Dynasty defeated the Aryans, and even more that it was Fu Hao who marched eastward. The Aryans were wiped out.

But the flower planters couldn't help but the third brother's family was not spared.

The caste system strictly separates the classes, making it almost impossible for the lower castes to stand up, so there is a saying that the lower castes in later generations are the real third brothers, and the higher castes are all Aryans.

For Zhu Zhanhe, the caste system is actually a help.

The so-called help does not mean that Zhu Zhanhe wants to use this system, but that he wants to use the caste system of the third brother's family to make himself mess up.

What?aggression?Are you right?I am liberating my mind!It is to enable all people to pursue a happy life equally!

After hearing Zhu Zhanhe's explanation, Zhu Gaoxu instantly understood what his son wanted to do.
This is no longer causing civil strife in the Sultan of Delhi, but to raise up those low castes who are no different from slaves and let them fight for Zhu Zhanhe!

After he figured it out, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but be amazed at his son's thoughts.

It is true that he is good at martial arts, but he is only outstanding in leading troops to fight, but when it comes to strategy, Zhu Gaoxu is really not good at it.

He knows the art of war, but Zhu Gaoxu can't play with this level of strategy.

"According to what you said, 3000 people seem to be a bit much."

All the thoughts, but finally turned into this sentence.

"Then you are exaggerating a bit." Zhu Zhanhe smiled, and patted his younger brother who was still in a daze.

"3000 people, this is already relatively small. After all, those high-caste Delhi Sultans are not fools. They won't just watch us stir up trouble in his house."

"3000 people, this is already the minimum. If there are fewer, Sanfeng's safety will not be guaranteed."

"Then how long do you expect to solve the problem?" Zhu Gaoxu also laughed, and didn't say any more nonsense.

"Three Phoenix?" Zhu Zhanhe called to the door.

The distance is not very far, Zhu Sanfeng may not be able to hear all of it, but probably he should be able to hear some.

After all, currently in Yunnan, besides Zhu Ling and Zhu Ping, Zhu Zhanhe is the only person she trusts the most.

"Give you 3000 people, how long will it take to take Delhi Sultan?"

"How long His Highness expects, that is how long!" Zhu Sanfeng did not hesitate at all.

For her, or it should be said that Qian Yong and Jian Xiao are the same, they all think that Zhu Zhanhe's decision-making is not wrong, if they fail to complete the task given by Zhu Zhanhe within the expected time, then they are not capable.

"Then... a year?" Zhu Zhanhe gave a time that he didn't even seem to be sure about.

"no problem!"

Zhu Gaoxu looked at his son, and he suddenly felt a little envious.

Just because of one meal, his son got [-] people who are loyal enough. Although there are only three left now, they are all loyal to one in a million.

Thinking about himself, it seems that after so many years, he has no one to trust except Zhu Heng.

Patting his son on the shoulder, Zhu Gaoxu stood up and walked towards the stairs.

Sometimes, people are dead compared to others, and goods are thrown away when compared with goods.

In the past, Zhu Gaoxu never felt that he was not good enough, let alone that he was old.

But today, he really had the feeling of being shot to death on the beach by the waves.

(End of this chapter)