Chapter 421: Guogong!
The military envoy from the southwest was received by the General Staff as soon as he entered Beijing, and then reported to Zhu Di as soon as possible, and the latter rushed into the palace in a hurry under the bath of night.
Zhu Yunwen, who was running around the Qianqing Palace at night, didn't care about bathing and changing clothes, and rushed to the Wuying Hall with sweat on his head.
"No need to be courteous."
Raising his hand to stop Zhu Di's actions, Zhu Yunwen sat next to Zhu Di with his ass, took the military newspaper and read it.
"Emperor, be careful of catching a cold."
At this time, Shuangxi ran to follow up, walked with a thin cloak, and saw that Zhu Yunwen was fascinated, so he lightly put his hands on Zhu Yunwen's legs, lifted it up, and covered his stomach.
"Okay!"
Zhu Yunwen suddenly slapped the handrail and stood up again, shook off the cloak he had just covered, and paced back and forth excitedly in the hall with the military newspaper in his hand.
"Ma Dajun has made great contributions, made great contributions."
Conquering the Islubao, opening up the Hindu Kush mountain road, grasping the offensive and defensive initiative of India against the Timurid Khanate, and truly realizing the all-round blockade of India from the geographical point of view.
"Although the Turkic aristocratic satraps in the states have not been completely eliminated, and the states south of Bahmani still exist, their elimination and unification of the whole of India are just around the corner."
Zhu Di also clenched his fists excitedly: "At most, in two years, this land and the nearly 40 million dingkou it survives will all belong to me." ”
Counting the Qin, Han, Sui and Tang dynasties, all dynasties, in terms of expanding the territory and opening up the territory, it is far less than the Jianwen Dynasty.
"Quickly spread Yongcheng and wait for Xue Ke to enter the palace."
Zhu Yunwen's excitement could not be reduced for a while and a half, and he didn't care that it was too late at the moment, so he summoned Xue Ke, the commander of the Fujian and Zhejiang Naval Division.
"Let the sailors help the Ma army, destroy Ceylon from the sea first, and attack Mumbai by the way, both on land and water, and cut off all connections between India and the outside world."
Expanding the territory and increasing the number of Dingkou, in fact, Zhu Yunwen didn't care about it at all.
Other people still want to rule this land directly after destroying India, but Zhu Yunwen has no such plan at all.
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To put it mildly, the people in that land are not qualified to become the people of the Ming Dynasty at all.
"Amazing feats, great feats."
Zhu Yunwen took a deep breath and once again affirmed Ma Dajun's achievements: "Fourth uncle, do you know that the importance of conquering the whole of India is even far greater for me than the conquest of the entire steppe, even if the territory of the steppe is more extensive than that of one India, but for my Ming Dynasty, it is not at all an equal amount that can be compared. ”
Zhu Di didn't quite understand what Zhu Yunwen meant, so he chose to listen quietly.
"I, Daming, am about to usher in an earth-shaking change, a real progress from top to bottom."
An India, a leek field with a population of 30 to 40 million, a steady stream of grain, labor, minerals, and gold, will transport hundreds of ships and thousands of ships into the Ming Dynasty, and how much productivity will the Ming Dynasty release?
Large-scale education popularization can be realized, a large number of scientific research projects can be carried out experiments, followed by countless factories rising from the ground, providing the most powerful support for the transformation of the traditional old agricultural civilization and the birth of industrialization.
The more he thought about it, the happier Zhu Yunwen clenched his fists and clapped his hands, and turned his head to look at Zhu Di: "Fourth uncle, I want to reward Ma Dajun again, talk about it, how to reward it." ”
Zhu Di was speechless, but when he saw Zhu Yunwen's face full of expectation and joy, he was bold and said hard: "Since Your Majesty asked the minister, the minister said bluntly."
Although Ma Dajun is a muddy person and has no cultural level, his military exploits in the past ten years are really well-deserved as the first person in my Jianwen Dynasty. ”
Guogong!
Ma Dajun has been thinking about a knight for so many years.
The Jianwen Dynasty only enshrined two princes, one was Mu Chun, the Duke of Yunnan, and the other was Song Sheng, the Duke of Su.
But both of them are posthumously sealed, and those who are alive now, even Xue Ke, the Marquis of Yongcheng, who went to the South Seas to make contributions on the sea, have not been mixed.
"Guogong, Guogong."
Zhu Yunwen groaned with his hands and nodded for a long time.
"Okay, I'll make him a prince! Merit should be rewarded, this merit should be rewarded, he is a great meritorious hero of the country, and he deserves this honor.
I remember that he is from Guizhou, right, so how about making him the Duke of your country? ”
"Your Majesty is wise, the minister represents the army of horses, and your Majesty is grateful."
Zhu Di stood up suddenly, his head a little dazed.
Even he didn't expect that Zhu Yunwen not only allowed Ma Dajun to be crowned the duke, but also gave him a nobleman, not the kind of unworthy lord.
For example, the Marquis of Dingnan, who is now on the head of Ma Dajun, belongs to Liujue, and he died in one generation.
The same princes, such as Xu Huizu's Wei Guogong and Li Jinglong's Cao Guogong, belong to the nobles who can be inherited, because they are crowned with place names.
In the past, the nobles of the Ming Dynasty could also enjoy a part of the taxes of the fiefdom, and they were cut off in the Jianwen Dynasty, but the nobles were not qualified to compare with the Liujue at all, and they were the top honors of the three generations.
As long as the emperor issued an edict to entitle Ma Dajun, the Ministry of Rites will start to pick up the name of Ma Dajun's father, grandfather, great-grandfather and other three generations, move the grave and repair the tomb, and carve a stone tablet in Ma Dajun's hometown.
And Ma Dajun's children and wives will also be sealed.
The son-in-law can inherit the title, but the other sons will get the marquis, earl and other lords, the main wife plus a product of the order, and the daughter will also get the order of the most subordinate county lord.
This is the real sense of bringing the entire family into the top circle of the Ming Dynasty.
Even the descendants of Xu Huizu and Li Jinglong, the two founding generals, are only on an equal footing with Ma Dajun, and the ordinary vassal princes are even less than Ma Dajun.
Both the monarchs and ministers were happy for Ma Dajun, and at this time, it happened that Xue Ke was summoned to the palace, and after learning about it, his heart was also envious.
The first prince of the Jianwen Dynasty, who was still the noble lord of the top level, was taken away by the people of the village of Ma Dajun.
"Xue Ke, if I want to capture Ceylon and Mumbai, I need your sailors to help Ma Da's army in the next southern expedition on the sea, is there a problem?"
Xue Ke didn't even think about it, straightened his chest, and played the ticket.
"Please rest assured that Your Majesty and King Yan will be successful in three months at most."
Good guy, the Fujian and Zhejiang sailors set off from Fuzhou to Ceylon, and even rushed to attack the city and destroy the country, since Xue Ke dared to say that it only took three months.
Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Di glanced at each other, and both of them laughed.
It seems that Ma Dajun's edict has aroused the infinite fighting spirit in Xue Ke's heart.