I open a history tutorial class in Daming

Chapter 70 No way, there is still pressure to get married these days?
Zhu Yuanzhang's move left Empress Ma completely stunned.

What the hell? Let Song Shen be the prince consort?
She didn't care that her son was right next to her. She supported herself on the bed with one arm, half stood up and grabbed her husband's ear.

"Would you please listen to what you are saying?"

"Last year, Jing Jing was named Princess Lin'an and married to Li Qi from Li Shanchang's family. She is already the oldest princess in the royal family, the eldest princess. But even she is only seventeen years old this year, and her younger sisters are even younger!"

"Jing Jing, the next one is Ying Rao, our eldest daughter. She is only thirteen this year, but Song Shen is already twenty-five, almost a generation older than Ying Rao. Zhu Chongba, what is going on in your mind? Is this appropriate?!"

Zhu Yuanzhang had just been calm and composed, looking as if he had everything under control, but now that his wife was grabbing his ears and scolding him, he could no longer pretend.

While he was begging for mercy in a low voice, he was trying hard to wink at Zhu Biao beside him, until his eyelids were about to cramp, but Zhu Biao didn't understand whether his father wanted him to leave quickly or to help him out.

After thinking for a long time, Zhu Biao bowed respectfully:

"Father, Emperor, and Mother, please chat first. I will take my leave now."

In private, he always called them father and mother, and only used these honorifics, the Emperor Father and the Empress Mother, on important occasions. Calling them out now clearly meant that he was going to run away.

Zhu Yuanzhang was sharp-eyed. When he saw his son turning his toes to run, he quickly called out to him:
"You go to Song Shen's house and try to find out what kind of girl he likes. We can find one from the royal family and make her a princess. Isn't that the same thing? Hey, sister, please give us some face and stop pulling me!"

…………

At Song Shen's home.

Because today's course content was too much, Song Shen felt like he was about to collapse after attending a serious class. He lay limp on the leather sofa in the office for ten minutes before he recovered.

After returning to my study.

Song Shen touched the ergonomic but slightly uncomfortable solid wood chair and asked thoughtfully:
"System, is there any way to get the things in the office out?"

"Logically, I am the only one using it. Can't I use it in the real world?"

[Answer the host, you can get it through the lottery, and the system space is open to you at any time, you can use it at will. ]

Song Shen's mouth twitched and he asked back:

"Then how can I be sure that I can take out the things in the office at any time? Although I can go in and use them at any time, once I enter the space, my body will go in with me. What should I do if something happens in the real world? Wouldn't that cause a big mess?"

"System, you have to be more humane, otherwise I, the host, will die and you will have nowhere to go."

The system seemed to be silenced by Song Shen's question.

After a while, the mechanical voice sounded again.

[Now I will give the host a gift pack of office supplies, which contains all the items in the system space office. You can choose one and place it in the real world. 】

This is right!

Song Shen was in a very good mood, and felt that all the fatigue from class was washed away by this good news.

Since it was not a lottery but a self-selection, he was too lazy to take a bath, burn incense and pray for good luck this time. Instead, he directly opened the big gift package given by the system and picked and chose from it.

He wanted a thermos, a camp bed, a laptop, a large notebook for writing lesson plans, and a six-seater leather sofa in the office.

But now you have to choose one from N options, you can’t have both.

If Song Shen's eyes were normal, he would definitely choose a laptop. Even if this thing could only be used once, it would definitely be a dimensionality reduction attack in the Ming Dynasty. As long as he could show his prowess in front of people once, the throne of the national teacher would be firmly in his pocket.

Unfortunately, he was blind and couldn't use it outside. He couldn't fully trust anyone else to use the computer except himself, so he had to give it up with reluctance.

After searching for a while, Song Shen finally chose the thing he wanted at the beginning -

Leather sofa!

The things in the office are basically what is needed for normal office work, and he has now moved out of the Song residence with the purpose of making himself live more comfortably.

If you take out an item like a sofa in Song's house, you will definitely be questioned, but in this small home of his, Song Shen is the master, so he doesn't have to worry about these things at all. Even though you are blind, you have to make yourself comfortable, right?
“Come on, put this sofa here!”

A model of Song Shen's room appeared on the system panel projected directly into his brain. He could drag items in the house to make room and choose how to place the sofa without having to call servants to come in and move things.

Just when Song Shen decided to place the sofa in the middle of the room against the wall.

There was a knock on the door.

"Sir, Censor Zhang from next door is here, and he brought another young master named Chen Biao with him. Do you want to see him now?"

It was Lan Yun's voice.

Song Shen thought about it, put the sofa in place first, and then spoke after his consciousness left the system panel:

"Take them to the study. There are tea sets and water rooms. No need to serve tea. Let them make it themselves." Although Lan Yun felt that it was a bit impolite to let the guests make their own tea, the young master had already spoken, and she, as a servant, could not interfere. So she could only agree and hurried away to call for help.

Not long after.

The door was pushed open with a creaky sound, and two footsteps, obviously those of men, were heard from far away, while another pair of softer footsteps of women stopped at the door. It was obvious that the former were Zhang Wei and Chen Biao, and the latter was Lan Yun who had obediently not entered the study.

"Lan Yun, go down and tell them not to disturb them without my permission."

Song Shen first spoke to the door, and after receiving Lan Yun's response and hearing the study door closed, he smiled and said to the place where the two men's footsteps stopped:

"Brother Congming, Brother Chen, please take a seat."

He didn't know who was older between Chen Biao and himself, but these days calling each other brothers was just to show closeness. No matter how old you were, it was always right to say "brother".

Where Song Shen couldn't see.

Zhu Biao and Zhang Wei looked at the thing sitting under Song Shen's butt, stunned.

After staring at each other blankly for a while, Zhang Wei asked tentatively:
"Ziwei, do you want us to sit on this thing you're sitting on?"

Song Shen was stunned for a moment, then smiled:

"Oh, this is called a sofa. I secretly asked someone to make it. It's for sitting on. Don't tell anyone else about it. Sit down and try it. It's very comfortable."

With his approval, Zhang Wei and Zhu Biao carefully placed their butts on the sofa.

The truth is that this thing looked very smooth and shiny, and the place where Song Shen was sitting had a large dent, so it didn't look like something very solid, and both of them were a little nervous.

But after they actually sat down, they realized that this was really a great thing.

"Wow, Ziwei, is this really for sitting? I feel like even sleeping on it would be more comfortable than my own bed at home!"

After trying several times, Zhang Wei finally confirmed that this "sofa" had strong supporting strength. Although it felt soft like sitting on a cloud, there was actually something supporting it underneath, so it was impossible for it to collapse.

Quite an amazing feeling.

Zhang Wei originally thought that he had never seen the world, but when he turned around, he found that Zhu Biao next to him was also unable to let it go. He touched it here and there, and he almost wanted to move this thing back to the East Palace.

Even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty is so rare...

Okay, it’s confirmed. It’s not that I haven’t seen the world, it’s that Song Shen is too powerful. The things he took out are really rare - as rare as that potato!
Although Song Shen couldn't see what they were doing, he could guess.

He laughed:
"If you like, you are welcome to visit my home anytime."

"However, the two of you came here today, so there must be something important, right?"

"There is a clay stove and tea sets next to it. If you want to drink tea, feel free to do so. Let's talk business first."

Song Shen’s idea is very simple.

Of the two people in front of him, Zhang Wei was a student of his grandfather Song Lian and the person who would be in charge of potato planting in the future, so he trusted them very much. Chen Biao was Chen Guorui's son and a relative of Zhang Wei. Previously, he and Chen Guorui had partnered to do maritime business. Now Zhang Wei brought Chen Biao here, which might be related to this.

Hearing him talk about serious matters, Zhang Wei and Zhu Biao looked at each other, and in the end Zhu Biao spoke first.

"It's like this. My father has been looking for connections in the past few days and asked about the ocean-going ships. It's not a big problem."

"The navy Your Majesty formed in the early years played a great role in Jiangnan, but after the war in Jiangnan, many ships were laid up. Although there are still navies today, most of them are on the coast, and the ships they use are different from those in the rivers."

"My father used to have a big business and many connections, so he was able to get a lot of river boats from ten years ago. Of course, these boats can't go to the sea directly, they need to be modified before they can be used, so he specifically asked me to tell you a message. It may take some time, and he will come back to tell you when everything is ready."

Song Shen nodded thoughtfully.

When Zhu Yuanzhang fought against Chen Youliang, his navy was indeed powerful, but that kind of ship could not be placed on the seashore to fight against Japanese pirates. River ships and sea ships cannot be generalized. If Chen Guorui had connections to get those old ships and renovated them, all kinds of costs would be reduced, and going to Japan should not be a problem.

"I see. Is that all you want to know today?"

He felt that there should be more than that.

If it was just this matter, Chen Biao wouldn't have to make a special trip to ask Zhang Wei to pass on a message. Zhang Wei must have known about this matter, otherwise he wouldn't be sitting here now.

Sure enough, Chen Biao smiled shyly and whispered:
"One more thing..."

"My father learned that you, Brother Ziwei, are still unmarried when he was chatting with Censor Zhang. He thought that you have moved out of the Song family and there is no elder to worry about you, so he wanted to ask if he could help you find a suitable marriage."

Song Shen: ???
No way, there is still pressure to get married these days?!

(End of this chapter)