After saying what he was talking about, Zhu Shun began to discuss some details, mainly the food issue.

When King Fu became a vassal, he had 2 million acres of farmland, and the grain in King Fu's mansion was more than the grain stored in the granary of the state treasury.

After careful calculation, it can probably save 1.5 million Daming children, temporarily solving the urgent need.

There are still 500,000 people of the Ming Dynasty who have nothing to eat, so Zhu Shun has to find another way.

Another thing is the Doucai Chicken Cup, looking for the Fuwang Shizi to ask for a genuine product, the Fuwang Shizi's answer, let Zhu Shun see what is the real rich family: "As long as a Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup?" ”

"Do you want Xuande furnace? Do you want a Zhengde purple clay pot? It's better to give Mr. a set of these things in this world. ”

These priceless things, it is not easy to get the same, the prince of Fu has everything, and he has to give a set.

Zhu Shun smiled helplessly, and didn't ask for these things that shouldn't be wanted: "The little prince sent these things to me, I should have something to ask for help." ”

King Fu Shizi laughed and put down the teacup in his hand: "Mr. is really a master, and he can see the mind of this prince at a glance." ”

Speaking of this, a trace of sorrow appeared on the face of King Fu: "Sir, you also know that those countries in Nanyang are countries that are unified with rule and religion, and the common people have a deep belief in Buddhism. ”

"If you really start colonization as Mr. said, you can't rule people's hearts, but only rule regions, and this kind of rule will not last long."

The question of faith is indeed a big problem, and a certain empire on which the sun never sets in the future will also have the most headache, if it cannot rule the faith, there will soon be an independent phenomenon.

However, in Zhu Shun's opinion, it was too simple, pointing to an eight-treasure gourd used to suppress feng shui in the small attic and said: "Speaking of preaching, our Ming Taoism is the ancestor of those foreign religions. ”

"Zhang Jiao's Yellow Turban Rebellion and the White Lotus Rebellion at the end of the Yuan Dynasty relied on one mouth, the former almost overthrew the Han Dynasty, and the latter directly overthrew the Yuan Dynasty."

Zhu Shun added in his heart that there was also the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and asked rhetorically: "Does the little prince know how the religions of Fanbang are preached?" ”

This is clear to the prince of Fuwang: "Preach that people can see God and Buddha after they die." ”

The expression on Zhu Shun's face suddenly became a little playful: "The little prince should know that Fanbang's medical skills are very vulgar, and our Ming medical skills, especially acupuncture, are simply divine in Fanbang's eyes." ”

"Our Taoist missionaries are generally medical skills combined with Fu Shui, and they directly turn themselves into immortals."

"One is that you may see the gods after you die, and the other is that the gods are in front of you, which one do you say you should believe, little prince."

King Fu Shizi also smiled, with a playful expression: "That's true, Taoist priests who are proficient in medical skills are living immortals in our eyes, let alone in the eyes of those Fanbangs who are sick and can only wait for death." ”

"Mr. is really talented, and it is an unsolvable problem, which was solved by Mr. in a few words."

The prince of Fuwang has pretended to be a grandson for so many years, and he can finally be an uncle, so he can't bear it anymore and solemnly leaves here.

Zhu Shun is also in a good mood, thinking that in the future, the countries with one vote in Nanyang will all be countries that believe in the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and his mood is indescribably good.

It is estimated that if they want to rebel against the Ming Dynasty, the common people will not agree.

Daming is their ancestor, and it is their ancestral land.

The problem of food was solved, Zhu Shun sat in the small attic for a while, waited until the steward of Fuwang's Mansion sent the Doucai Chicken Bowl Cup, and took this genuine product and personally sent it to Ruvio.

Song Shihui in the hall of Beijing Normal University, at the same time as Zhu Shun left the Beiping Firearms General Bureau, suddenly carried the basket that had been thrown away and walked to the field.

The old man Ji, who lives in Xiatian, is an old soldier who retired from Liaodong, so he divided 20 acres of Xiatian.

Although he only got three acres of land, he was very satisfied, at least enough for him and his granddaughter to survive.

Old man Ji originally had four sons in his family, but he sent them all to the battlefield in Liaodong, and all of them died in battle, and the villagers scolded him for being stupid, and sent his son to die with his own hands, so that his old Ji family was cut off from children and grandchildren.

Old man Ji doesn't know any big truths, but he knows a truth.

Daming, someone has to be a little bloody.

The pensions of the four sons were all embezzled by the bureaucrats and squires, and Old Man Ji didn't say anything, he was just a pawn.

Old man Ji could only work hard to serve the only three acres of land, and produce some more food to feed his little granddaughter.

But just some time ago, a thief suddenly came and actually ran to his field to steal soil.

Mother, Old Man Ji has lived all his life, and he has never seen such a poor thief stealing the soil everywhere.

What's the matter, I can't live anymore, I have to eat it as Guanyin soil.

For many days in a row, I saw this little thief running to steal the soil, and Old Man Ji couldn't stand it anymore, so he gave him half of the day's rations and bran cakes in his arms.

The thief didn't eat it, he carefully put it in his arms, it seems that he is also a filial child, and he is going to take it back to his father and mother to eat.

After a long time, Old Man Ji's greatest pleasure is to squat under the old locust tree on the ridge, smoke the dry tobacco he planted, and watch this little thief steal soil.

Not to mention, it's kind of interesting.

Old man Ji, who was working in the field under the big sun, raised his head to look at the place where the thieves often came, and muttered: "This kid hasn't come for a day, is it possible that he will starve to death?" ”

"Hey, it's a pity, such a filial child, old man, I'm going to wait for my granddaughter to be older and marry my granddaughter to him."

"It doesn't matter if you're poor, as long as you're filial."

Just when Old Man Ji was talking about Song Shihui, Song Shihui, who was wearing the shabby cotton placket, came over to steal soil again.

When Old Man Ji saw that this kid was coming again, he couldn't close his smile and stopped working, so he hurriedly ran under the old locust tree and lit the cigarette bag and pot.

Who knew that the thief did not steal the soil today, but walked under the old locust tree, as if he had something on his mind.

Old man Ji didn't know how to persuade people, so he handed over the cigarette bag and pot: "Take a sip." ”

Song Shihui took the cigarette pouch and pot and took a hard breath, he had never smoked before, where could he stand this stimulation, and the tears and snot that choked on the spot flowed out.

Although her body was uncomfortable, her heart was much better, and Song Shihui took another sip.

When he was about to take the third sip, he was hurriedly snatched by Old Man Ji, and scolded with a smile: "You kid is still addicted to smoking." ”

"I don't know how expensive this thing is, old man, I only have this pot of money a day, no matter how much, I won't be able to harvest tobacco leaves."

"Grandpa."

At this time, a little girl with pigtails, dressed in tattered clothes, carrying a jar in both hands, staggered and ran over.

Those little eyes saw Song Shihui and said in surprise: "Brother thief." ”

When Song Shihui saw this little girl with pigtails, a smile finally appeared on her face.

Hmmm.