The merchants of Wuchang City are having a hard time these days.

After the Ming army conquered Wuchang, they posted notices around the city, encouraging the people to report the Qing soldiers hiding in the city.

These merchants were inextricably linked with the Qing army and the governor's yamen, and fearing that they would be implicated and dragged by the Ming army to cut off their heads, so they gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

They are all fat and oily, and the worst net worth is more than 100,000 taels, and the richest man in Wuchang is even richer than the country.

The richer a person is, the more afraid he is of losing it.

After summing it up, they should still find a reason to take the initiative to send money to the Ming army for self-protection.

Who in the world doesn't love money?

The Ming army was naturally no exception.

What's more, the Ming army's attack on Huguang consumed a huge amount, and it was urgent to use money to recruit troops and buy horses.

But it's not easy to find a suitable reason.

It was necessary to be reasonable and reasonable for the Ming army to accept it calmly, but not to make the Ming army feel that they were too rich to die.

It's hard, it's really hard.

"Old He, you are the oldest, why don't you say a few words?"

A young man in his thirties and vocal voice.

"Ahem."

He Changfeng cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "This Wuchang changed hands, He never thought of it. But now that this is the case, we have to work hard to deal with it. ”

After a pause, He Changfeng continued: "Now that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is in the city, if we want to save ourselves, we must talk to the emperor of the Ming Dynasty." ”

The crowd began to talk about it.

"He Lao, why do you have to talk to the emperor. Others can't do it? For example, the generals in the Ming army. Isn't that Li Dingguo quite powerful? ”

He Changfeng shook his head and said, "It's not enough to just communicate with the people below. Li Dingguo also did not represent the Ming court. If we don't make a move, we must talk to the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. ”

He Changfeng's attitude was very resolute, in his opinion, only with the promise of the Son of Heaven, their silver and life could be guaranteed.

"Then how do we give the money? Let's just help the army? ”

"This reason doesn't work, it's too blunt."

"Build a palace for the Son of Heaven?"

He Changfeng frowned when he heard this: "This is even more unreliable, didn't you roast the emperor on the fire?" Now in troubled times, the king of a country should take Kuang Fusheji as his own responsibility, and spend a lot of money to build a palace at such a time, wouldn't it make the army and the people complain? ”

This is something that only a faint gentleman who is greedy for pleasure does.

If you don't say what is far away, you can say what is near.

When Emperor Hongguang ascended the throne in Nanjing, the Ming Dynasty still had half of the country.

But Emperor Hongguang had no intention of political affairs at all, and his mind was focused on playing and having fun, pursuing men and women.

It is said that Emperor Hongguang also likes young girls, and has played with countless women from good families.

As a result, the Qing army went south, and even the grams were almost reached Zhenjiang, and Emperor Hongguang was still having fun in the palace.

It was not until the Qing army reached Nanjing that he fled in a hurry.

Naturally, it was inevitable that he would be sacrificed to the Qing army by a traitor.

Later, Emperor Hongguang was escorted to Beijing by the Qing army to be executed, ending his absurd life.

Therefore, for the emperor born in troubled times, the most important thing is to be able to stabilize his position and expand his territory as much as possible.

As for the construction of the palace, there is no need to think about the affairs of men and women.

When the world is restored, there will be opportunities for the king.

Therefore, they must not send money to the Yongli Emperor on the grounds of building a palace.

Otherwise, the emperor would not only not be grateful to them, but would also think that they were deliberately insulting and would punish them for a crime of disrespect.

"According to the old man, it's better to say so..."

He Changfeng lowered his voice and said it, and everyone in the audience said that this reason was good.

"It's worthy of He Lao, and he really has a good insight!"

There is an old man in the family who has a treasure, and sure enough, He Changfeng gave them the answer.

"Just do it!"

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"Your Majesty should dine."

As the head of the intimate chamberlain who accompanies the driver, Han Miao is responsible for Zhu Youlang's daily life, food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The Son of Heaven likes a light diet, so Han Miao ordered someone to make some stir-fried vegetables, and it is indeed very good to eat with fragrant rice.

"Your Majesty, the slave and maid will serve you some of everything."

Although the Son of Heaven has dishes that he likes to eat, he must use some of everything according to the custom.

One is to ensure that the emperor will not get sick easily because of picky eating.

In traditional Chinese medicine, there is a saying that qi deficiency and weakness are weak. Even if the Son of Heaven was surrounded by the qi of a true dragon, it was impossible to violate this law.

Second, it is to prevent people with disobedience from taking advantage of the characteristics of the Son of Heaven to like a certain kind of dish to poison.

Although there will be chamberlains who will test the poison before the Son of Heaven eats.

But if you are not afraid of 10,000 in everything, you are afraid of what happens, the Son of Heaven carries the rise and fall of the world, and you must not risk yourself.

Zhu Youlang was a little uncomfortable at first.

After all, he can eat whatever he wants in the afterlife, and he can order a takeout with just a few fingers, and the delicious food can be delivered to his mouth.

Even if you want to eat supper on a big night, there is no problem, and it is easy to get it with a shake of your little hand.

But after coming to the Ming Dynasty, he found that the Ming Dynasty had a complete set of systems for the Son of Heaven's meals.

Even the Son of Heaven could not have transcended this system.

"The flavor of this fried shredded potato could be a little stronger."

Since planting potatoes, Zhu Youlang has always ordered potatoes for every meal.

Although the Son of Heaven can't order the same dish every time, the potato recipe can be changed.

Shredded potatoes, potato chips, mashed potatoes, potato wedges...

This can also be considered a different kind of dish.

"The slave has written it down."

"By the way, Your Majesty, the local businessmen in Wuchang want to jointly donate a sum of money to build a mansion to promote culture and education."

"Oh?"

Zhu Youlang was eating deliciously, and when he heard the news, he immediately became interested.

Wuchang businessmen are notoriously wealthy, Zhu Youlang has long wanted to knock a bamboo pole, but he never thought that these people were so knowledgeable that they would take the initiative to donate money.

The reason why they donated money is very interesting, it is actually for the promotion of culture and education.

"How much are they going to give?"

"One million taels."

When Zhu Youlang heard this number, he was taken aback even though he had been prepared.

These Wuchang merchants are too rich, what a bunch of fat sheep.

In fact, Xingwenjiao is just a statement, and how to use this money must be Zhu Youlang's final say.

"The money has been sent to me, how can I not accept it?"

Zhu Youlang smiled and said, "You go and arrange it, just say that I want to meet these loyal and patriotic businessmen." ”

Zhu Youlang is indeed short of money now.

The cost of raising the army was bigger than he imagined, and Zhu Youlang still wanted to expand the army of the Tiger Army, so he had to desperately get money.

At this joint, the Wuchang businessman took the initiative to make up one million taels of silver, which was regarded as solving Zhu Youlang's urgent need.

Although Zhu Youlang is the son of heaven, he still has to express something.

It was Zhu Youlang who decided to meet these merchants.

What businessmen lack most is status.

After Zhu Youlang met them, they boasted in front of their relatives and friends.

These false names Zhu Youlang don't care, but these businessmen definitely care very much.

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