Back to Ming Dynasty as Zhu Biao

Chapter 348 For the prosperity of Ming Dynasty
Smoothing the wrinkles on the robe, Shen Zhishi glanced at the extra meals and steamed buns. She made a lot of them, so she took them, walked to the two academicians, and said, "Your Highness said that you have worked hard. Let I'll bring you his meals and buns."

The two academicians turned their heads and bowed to Zhu Biao with some emotion, and began to eat the buns in their hands.

This is the first time that Sanbao saw Shen Zhishi doing things with her own eyes. She sincerely showed kindness to them, but she was trying to win people's hearts for His Highness.Just like he was willing to smash his body to pieces for His Highness.This feeling is very understandable.

In the middle of the night, Zhu Biao took Shen Zhifu to rest in the wing of the Academy of Scholars.

He was lying on the big bed, Shen Zhifu was pillowed beside him, the two of them did nothing, they lay and talked quietly.

"Why do I build a loom, you must understand what it means." Zhu Biao didn't call himself an orphan, but used his usual address, resting his chin on her hair: "In fact, few people talk to me in the palace. , They are very polite when they see me, just because of their status and father."

While Zhu Biaoxu was talking, she touched his green stubble with her hand and listened quietly. It turned out that His Royal Highness also has this side that doesn't show.

"We need to build looms, select talents, sail on a grand voyage, and use firearms. Only in this way can Daming build a foundation for generations to come, and start from these small things little by little."

"To lay a solid foundation for the descendants of the future generations, even if one day the descendants of the future generations become fatuous and incompetent, it will allow Daming to persevere for a few more years, so that the people of the Han family will not be bullied and oppressed by foreigners as inferior Han people.

Because all parts of the Central Plains are originally the land of our Han family. It has been for thousands of years, and its roots are on this land of Ming Dynasty. Why should we kneel down to accept foreigners. "

What Zhu Biao said was from the bottom of his heart, and what he said was also very emotional. Shen Zhishi was a little stunned, but more distressed, he pushed Zhu Biao: "But these things are for the future, we can't decide what will happen in the future, as long as we grasp Right now, if you work too hard, your body won't be able to bear it."

Thinking back to when she learned that Zhu Biao would die young, although she was worried, she still didn't believe it.Or she would rather he live to be a hundred years old.

"From the founding of the country to the present, five years have passed. In five years, the land in the north and the south has crops, so that the people have surplus food and simple fertilizers... But this is not enough."

As for the party struggle in the DPRK, there is an old Zhu who is in charge. Zhu Biao now has the most time to do new things and bring vitality to Daming.

Thinking of the food box that he brought to the academician at that time, Zhu Biao asked, "What kind of dishes do you cook today?"

Shen Zhishi drew circles on his clothes and said: "Sweet and sour mandarin fish, steamed crabs, shrimps, chicken soup, steamed stuffed buns."

Thinking that the steamed stuffed buns are delicious, Zhu Biao was a little puzzled. Didn't she not touch the spring water with her fingers before? Why can she do everything now?

It seems that she has learned a lot after leaving the capital for more than a year, and also helped Xiaobai arrange a good marriage.

The loom did not break again until dawn.The crazy operation of these days finally made the loom run perfectly.

In the early morning, the officials were surprised by an article imagining the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, which was published in the culture-related section of the Ming Dynasty Weekly.

After the promotion and restructuring of the Daming Weekly in the fourth year of Hongwu, a blank space was reserved for talented people from all over the world. As long as their articles were approved by the imperial court and the Imperial College, they would be published in the weekly newspaper at the price of five taels of silver.

The literati headed by Liu Sanwu, Song Lian and Zhang Yi were all very interested in the "commoner", but because they didn't know the real name of this person, they had to give up.

After all, being able to find him and train him to be an effective talent in the civil service group is also to win glory for them.

The article Imagining the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty proposed the foundation of the prosperity in terms of political affairs, people's livelihood, technology and other aspects. Even Lao Zhu was moved by the prosperity imagined in the article.

It's just that the common people's contributions in the Daming Weekly are all called by "pen name", which belongs to incognito, so this matter was put aside and forgotten.

Today, I am in a particularly good mood, and the matter of the loom has been settled, which gives Zhu Biao confidence in further changes in the weaving bureau.

Experiments over the past few days and nights have proved that the high imitation spinning jenny machine made by the National Academy of Sciences is very effective, and the output is many times that of ordinary looms.

If he wasn't afraid that his little butterfly would cause an effect, he would have let go of his hands and feet to do it long ago.

The weather in early spring was fine, and the sky outside could be seen through the window. Zhu Biao put on his clothes and stood at the door of the wing of the National Academy of Scholars.The slanting sun shone warmly on his body.

Energetic, not sore waist.It seems that there are no aftereffects from last night.

For the convenience of coming out, Zhu Biao changed into civilian clothes.San Bao and the disguised Jin Yiwei mingled behind him to protect him.

It may be that Lao Zhu loves him, or it may be that he was born in the common people, and he often likes to hang out with Queen Ma in the market during festivals to understand the sufferings of the common people.

As for Zhu Biao's leaving the palace to go to the Weaving Bureau and the National Academy of Scholars at any time, Lao Zhu just let it go.

"Baby..."

Sanbao immediately stepped forward, took out broken silver and copper coins from his sleeve, took several Daming banknotes, and handed them to Zhu Biao.

Nowadays, small-denomination treasure banknotes are used together with copper coins. Broken silver is often used for breakfast and side dishes, and it is not as convenient as copper coins and small-denomination treasure banknotes.

"It's none of your business, follow behind."

"Yes."

The busy capital city has completely woken up in the morning market, and the stalls selling soy milk and duck blood soup are already full.

The sesame seed stall next to it was sweating profusely, but the sesame seed cakes were not enough to sell.Zhu Biao is not a person who likes to wait, but Shen knew that he used to eat Qingtian sesame seed cakes here, so he said with a smile: "We wait here, so that we can feel the smoke and fire in the market, and the days are real and sufficient."

Zhu Biao was silent for a while, then looked at the sesame seed stand, and Shen Zhiwei's peaceful face.Thinking that I was waiting, I bought some for Lao Zhu when I went back.

Although the food in the palace was good, but when he came across something delicious, taking a copy home with him was also an expression of his filial piety to Lao Zhu.

Just like Shen Zhifu who kept letting himself drink ginger soup last night, no matter how fierce he is, he can't go away.

No matter what time it is, it is the blood and flowing love between everyone that strings them together.

Thinking of the two in the palace, Zhu Biao ordered Sanbao to buy some jujube cakes and roast duck and take them back to the East Palace.

The biscuits came out quickly, and as the buyers slowly dispersed, Zhu Biao simply let Sanbao and the others sit at the same table.The sesame seed cakes are paired with steaming duck blood soup, which is much more delicious than the food in the palace.

Halfway through the meal, a man with a burden on his back came to the sesame seed stall, like a scholar, but without a robe, standing quietly in front of the sesame seed cake, looking at the sesame seed cakes.

Don't come forward to talk, and don't ask for it.His Adam's apple twitched and he swallowed, but he never made any other moves.

Sanbao took a look: "Are there still people who have no money to eat sesame seed cakes? It's just a few pennies."

The owner of the biscuit stand glanced at it, and said to Sanbao: "It's not that he can't afford it. He buys it from me these days, maybe because he has a lot of money. I give it to him, but he doesn't want it. It's really stupid. "

　There are still a few chapters, which will be coded out later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)