Ming Dynasty: A hundred-year-old immortal cultivator, Zhu Yuanzhang’s biological father

The official of the Firearms Bureau said with a smile: "Sir, don't be polite. It doesn't matter if you can't eat that much. We can give it to the craftsmen below. Our emperor has always advocated not to waste, and we can't pretend to obey the emperor and do something immoral."

When the old man heard the response from several officials from the Firearms Bureau, he immediately smiled.

These guys look decent!
Yes, if all the officials of the Ming Dynasty had the awareness of these guys, it would be better than anything else.

Zhu Xiongying nodded in agreement, and said to several officials from the Firearms Administration: "How about you all eat something together?"

Several people shook their heads and said, "We will not disturb you two from having a meal. Lord Zhan said that you two like to be alone and quiet. We will not disturb you any more. Goodbye, goodbye."

"By the way, if you have any other ideas about our Firearms Bureau, please tell us. We will be very grateful."

Zhu Xiongying nodded: "Okay, I'll tell you what I think of."

"Thank you."

Several officials clasped their fists and left.

Zhu Yuanzhang smacked his lips, looked at the backs of the people leaving, and stared at Zhu Xiongying with sparkling eyes: "This is incredible!"

"You little brat shocked the officials of the Firearms Administration with just a few words, and made them so convinced of you..."

The old man gave a thumbs up: "Awesome!"

Zhu Xiongying said shyly: "It's just so-so."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened: "Hey! You kicked me when I told you you were fat? What does the flintlock rifle mean? Why didn't I understand it? Why don't you tell me when no one is around?"

The old man looked at Zhu Xiongying with longing.

Zhan Hui was beside him just now, and he didn’t have the courage to ask directly because the old man was very proud and always insisted on saving face.

In front of outsiders, he always maintains his dignity and demeanor. Now that Zhan Hui is not here, the old man immediately returns to his usual state as an old man with a strong thirst for knowledge.

Zhu Xiongying smiled and explained: "To put it simply, it is to install a trigger under the butt of the musket, and pull the finger back to fire the bullet."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened, and he asked incredulously: "No need for a fuse?"

Zhu Xiongying said: "No need, the firing pin of the trigger can produce sparks, which are enough to ignite the gunpowder."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened and he asked in surprise, "So powerful? Wouldn't that save a lot of time in firing? We wouldn't need the three-stage shooting formation anymore?"

The old man had a strong thirst for knowledge. Like a child, he looked at his eldest grandson with admiration and listened to his eloquent and boastful speeches.

Zhu Xiongying nodded and said, "In theory, it is like this. It depends on whether the Firearms Bureau can make it."

Zhu Yuanzhang asked again: "How far can this flintlock rifle shoot?"

Zhu Xiongying thought for a moment and said, "It should be about three to five hundred steps."

"Ah?"

The old man exclaimed: "So strong?!"

It can fire automatically and has such a long shooting distance, so wouldn't it be invincible?

The old man's eyes were filled with anticipation of the magnificent structure of the flintlock rifle, and he became inexplicably excited!
“I don’t know if we can see it.”

There was a hint of longing in the old man's eyes.

If this kind of musket were invented, the Ming army would definitely be the overlord of the land army in this era!
The Ming army and cavalry are already strong! If they are equipped with this kind of percussion musket, it will be even more powerful!
Zhu Xiongying's eyes showed certainty: "How can you not see it? You must be able to see it!"

Not only the old man looked forward to the future, but Zhu Xiongying did the same.

Last time, Timurid Khan said that the Ming Dynasty’s muskets could only shoot a distance of meters, which was true.

Zhu Xiongying was a little worried that Western musket technology had already surpassed that of the Ming Dynasty.

However, there is one thing Zhu Huai can be sure of, the flintlock rifle must not have come out yet. According to historical records, this invention will take at least another two decades to come out!

Now is the chance!

The wisdom of us Han people is no less than that of any other nation. With thousands of years of civilization, we have reached a level high enough for the whole world to look up to us.

Forewarned is forearmed, without prejudging the waste.

As long as the imperial court sets its sights on firearms and is willing to invest a certain amount of money in military research and development, Zhu Xiongying believes that sooner or later, the craftsmen will complete this great research and leap!

Zhu Yuanzhang said cheerfully: "Then we have been waiting for this day! Great grandson! This trip to the Ministry of Works was not in vain!"

"Eat, eat, eat, let's eat and drink first!"

Zhu Xiongying looked around and said, "Aren't we waiting for Zhan Butang?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was displeased: "Why are we waiting for him? We can eat our own food. He is not a woman. Why are you being so pretentious?"

Zhu Xiongying scratched his head: "No, isn't there a difference between the superior and the inferior? Wouldn't it be impolite not to wait for him?"

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed loudly: "Nonsense! It would be rude to wait for him! We, the grandfather and the grandson, eat our own food!"

As he spoke, Zhu Yuanzhang picked up a large chicken leg for Zhu Huai and said, "Eat as much as you can! Eat more when you are growing!"

Zhu Xiongying also picked up a piece of fried yellow croaker for Zhu Yuanzhang and said, "Old man, please watch out for the bones and drink less."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said impatiently: "I know, I know!"

"Hey, these little fish are still not as good as the fish from my hometown. I remember when I was a kid, I used to fish in the ditch in front of my house. If I caught any, I would ask your grandmother to fry them... Hey, I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time."

Zhu Xiongying thought for a moment, looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and said, "How about I take you back to your hometown tomorrow to take you somewhere else?"

When people get old, there is no one who doesn’t miss home. We Han people believe in returning to our roots.

Zhu Yuanzhang's expression darkened: "No, it would cost a lot of money to go back."

Grandpa and grandson are eating.

Zhan Hui came over with Captain Ning.

"Old man, Mr. Zhu."

Zhan Hui came over and said, "This is Ning Baihu who came from Jiaozhi to escort oak and iron pear wood."

After that, he turned to Captain Ning and said, "This is Master Zhu. Doesn't your Lord Jie have a letter for Master Zhu?"

Ning Baihu was shocked.

Before coming, Lord Jie said that he would hand the letter to Zhu Xiongying personally. Captain Ning was still wondering who Zhu Xiongying was at that time. Now, when he suddenly saw such a young face, he was actually a little bit unbelievable!

"Ahem...Greetings, Master Zhu. This is a letter from our master...Ahem, sent to you."

Zhu Xiongying frowned, took the letter, looked at him and said: "Are you sick?"

Captain Ning said: "I caught a cold on the way."

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "It's hot in Jiaozhi, and it's cold after Fujian. It's strange that we don't catch a cold."

Captain Ning hurriedly replied: "What the old man said makes sense."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Captain Ning indifferently: "Let me ask you, how is the coastal defense construction in Jiaozhi going?"

Captain Ning was stunned for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "This is a secret..."

Zhan Hui shouted: "Just say it if I tell you to!"

Captain Ning was a little curious. He didn't know who the old man in front of him was, and how he could make Zhan Butang so obedient. He hurriedly said:
"Commander Wu has already mobilized civilian forces and started organizing training. Lord Jie has set up the Jiaozhi Shipyard and has also transferred many craftsmen from Ningbo and Changguo to Jiaozhi to build ships."

"It's just... lack of money... cough cough cough."

Zhu Yuanzhang uttered an "oh" and looked at Zhu Xiongying in silence.

Zhu Xiongying frowned even more deeply and said, "Go down first and find a military doctor to treat you."

The old man wanted to ask something else, but Zhu Xiongying waved his hand, interrupting him and said to Captain Ning: "Go down first!"

"Yes!"

After Captain Ning left, the old man said unhappily: "We haven't finished asking questions yet."

Zhu Xiongying said: "You are old, your immunity... your resistance is weak, and you can easily catch a cold. If you have anything to say, it's not too late to ask next time. There is no need to rush."

Zhan Hui followed up by saying, "Grandpa, your eldest grandson is right!"

Zhu Yuanzhang thought about it and said, "Yes, let's eat first!"

After a short while, lunch was over. The group spent another afternoon visiting the Firearms Bureau and did not leave until late in the evening.

Zhu Xiongying supported the old man and walked out of the Firearms Bureau accompanied by Zhan Hui.

When we walked to the outer city again, the roadside began to have some life and people. The spring rain was a bit heavy.

"Cough cough..."

The old man coughed twice.

Zhu Xiongying's heart tightened: "Are you okay?"

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand: "What's the matter? Let's go back first. You go back and be careful."

"Okay!" Zhu Xiongying nodded.

Accompanied by Zhan Hui, the old man walked towards the imperial city.

"Cough cough cough."

Zhu Yuanzhang had tried his best to hold back his cough in front of Zhu Xiongying just now.

"Cough cough."

Zhan Hui was shocked: "Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"

There was still a light drizzle in the sky.

As soon as Zhan Hui accompanied the old man into the palace, he heard Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help coughing violently.

"Your Majesty?"

"Cough cough cough."

"Your Majesty!"

Zhan Hui was shocked: "Your Majesty, are you okay?"

"cold."

Zhu Yuanzhang was shivering and his face was as pale as paper!
It was fine in the afternoon...Oh no!
Zhan Hui widened his eyes, wondering if Captain Ning had passed the cold to the old man.

"hot!"

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly felt hot all over and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Zhan Hui supported the old man and said decisively: "Your Majesty, I will take you to the palace!"

There is some distance from the imperial city to the Jinshen Palace, but Zhan Hui walked extremely carefully and slowly.

He clearly felt that the old man's body was alternating between hot and cold, and his breathing was beginning to become difficult!
Zhan Hui didn't care whether he would catch a cold or not. He supported the old man and walked towards the bedroom anxiously!

My Lord! Nothing can happen now!
Don't let anything happen!

You old man, you have to get through this disaster no matter what!

An unknown amount of time had passed, but Zhan Hui seemed to have gone through countless dangers, and finally arrived outside the Jinshen Hall, sweating profusely.

"Go call the doctor!"

Zhan Hui spoke sternly to Zheng He.

Zheng He was confused, but when he saw Zhu Yuanzhang was already groggy, he woke up instantly: "I will go right away!"

After saying that, he trotted all the way to the Imperial Hospital!
Zhan Hui carefully placed Zhu Yuanzhang on the bed.

"Cold, hiss! We're...cold!"

Zhan Hui was already sweating profusely and quickly covered Zhu Yuanzhang with a quilt.

"Your Majesty, I am here. I am by your side!"

"Your Majesty, you will be alright. Just hold on for a while. The doctor will be here soon."

“Hot…hot!”

Zhu Yuanzhang's body moved slightly, but his face looked extremely troubled. He covered his head with his hands, and his headache felt like it was about to explode.

He hit his head with his hands, his facial features twisted together.

Zhan Hui was so anxious that he was spinning around in circles. However, there was a difference between the emperor and his subjects, and he didn't dare to touch the old man.

Seeing the old man suffering from illness and pain, Zhan Hui felt bad.

"I'll go find Master Zhu!" Zhan Hui turned around and was about to leave.

Zhu Yuanzhang held onto Zhan Hui tightly and said, "Don't go yet, don't go yet... wait a minute... wait a minute."

Zhan Hui burst into tears: "Your Majesty, it's already this time, this old man, this old man...he is your most beloved grandson, you can't miss him..."

"I know what's going on. It's just a cold. Ahem, it's just a cold. We still have a chance of survival..."

day!

Zhan Hui felt as if his heart was pricked by a needle!
Looking at the old man's painful expression, how could he not understand Zhu Yuanzhang?
He knew how much the old man doted on Zhu Xiongying!
He also knew what this emperor, who was in his seventies, was planning in his twilight years!
Everything he did was to give his grandson a peaceful country and let him be the emperor of peace!

It is said that emperors are ruthless, but Zhan Hui saw in Zhu Yuanzhang the absolute doting of an old man on his grandson!

He was not an emperor at this time, but just an old man who was thinking about his grandson!

Zhan Hui paused, his eyes reddened, "Your Majesty, I am here, I am here, I have not left!"

As the Minister of Personnel of the Ming Dynasty, Zhan Hui was in charge of the personnel promotions of all bureaucrats in the world. Zhu Yuanzhang had high expectations of him and was very fond of him.

Zhan Hui was grateful to Zhu Yuanzhang. From being a teacher, he was transformed into a high-ranking official. Everything was given to him by the old man lying on the dragon bed!

Loyalty to the emperor and patriotism have been engraved in Zhan Hui's bones.

Not long after, Zheng He came back in a hurry, and several imperial doctors followed him, sweating profusely, carrying medicine boxes on their backs.

"Your Majesty!"

Zheng He knelt on the ground, "The imperial physician is here."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked painful, his body was shivering, and he was unable to speak.

Zhan Hui said angrily: "What are you kneeling for? Go and prepare hot water! Hurry up!"

Zheng He quickly responded: "Oh, OK!"

Zhan Hui said to the imperial physician again: "Why are you standing there just watching the fun? Come over here!"

Several imperial doctors came forward in a hurry, their hands holding the medicine boxes already dangling.

Zhan Hui angrily said: "You bastards! You are the imperial doctors! If you are all panicking, what will the emperor do?"

"Calm down! See a doctor! Quick!"

"Your subordinate deserves death, damn it!"

Several imperial doctors were sweating profusely and knelt down hurriedly, saying, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

As he spoke, the leading old doctor began to feel Zhu Yuanzhang's pulse tremblingly.

The old imperial physician frowned deeply and said to Zhan Hui: "Master Zhan, I want to see the emperor's eyes."

"go with!"

The old doctor opened Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes again and finally withdrew respectfully.

"what's the situation?"

The old imperial physician thought for a long time and whispered with several imperial physicians beside him for a long time. Just as he was about to speak, he heard hurried footsteps outside.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

Zhan Hui frowned.

Then several veteran Hanlin scholars, led by Kong Ne and Qi Tai, rushed in.

Zhu Yuanzhang is already old, and whenever there is any disturbance, all the important officials of the court must be present!

Because this concerns the important matter of entrusting an orphan to another and establishing a crown prince!

It concerns the destiny of the Ming Dynasty!
It’s just very strange that the people who came were all old Hanlin scholars from the Hanlin Academy and Qi Tai and Kong Ne from the Imperial College!
What about the rest?

Why didn't Liu Sanwu and Fang Xiaoru from the Imperial College come?
As soon as the old man fell ill, this group of people rushed in. Obviously someone had informed them in advance!
(End of this chapter)