What else does Shin want from him?

Hearing Zhu Youzhen say "but", Wei Zhongxian's heart rose again.

What else is there to do?

Wei Zhongxian couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart.

King Xin is also a little too much, it's not enough to pay him back 80,000, what else does he want?

"But ......"

After dragging his voice for a long time, seeing that Wei Zhongxian was a little unbearable, Zhu Youzhen said his thoughts happily.

"The big companion can lead by example, and Na Gu also donated 50,000 taels of silver tickets in public.

However, since the big companions are all real donations, the orphans will no longer be taken back.

The 50,000 taels of silver, Gu really donated it. ”

Hearing the follow-up of Zhu Youzhen's "but", Wei Zhongxian felt a little surprised.

The king doesn't want money, he also wants to donate, so what does he want?

Seeing the look of vigilance on Wei Zhongxian's face, Zhu Youzhen smiled bitterly in his heart.

I don't want any money for this door-to-door delivery, and it's really easy to be suspicious.

"Otobe, that's what Lone thinks.

Since we are called donations, then we must have the appearance of donations.

If you think this is good, let's transcribe all the donors and the money they donate in black and white.

Not only do we transcribe all the donations, but we also have to write down where the money we receive is going.

In a word, let's make all the donation accounts clear and clean. Let everyone who donates money know where their money is being spent.

Big companion, you say, is this method good? ”

Zhu Youzhen excitedly said everything he had just thought.

Good no good?

Wei Zhongxian almost sighed.

Wei Zhongxian never thought that King Xin, who was deep in the city in the past, would come up with such a child's play.

King Xin really thinks that this is a small fund-raising for building bridges, paving roads, and building temples in the countryside?

The miscellaneous family has made this a large-scale fundraiser of hundreds of thousands, or even millions.

Not to mention such a large amount, it is a small fund-raising for building bridges, paving roads, and building temples in the countryside, with Wei Zhongxian's understanding of the countryside, there is also a greasy existence in the merit book.

That kind of small money is greedy, not to mention that it is expected that there will be donations from dozens or millions of courtiers.

King Xin himself is not greedy, so he thinks that if he writes in black and white, he can block those who stretch out their hands?

What a joke.

Looking closely at King Xin's excited little face, Wei Zhongxian suddenly found that King Xin was just a minor teenager.

"Big friend, isn't this a good idea?"

Seeing that Wei Zhongxian was silent for a long time, the excitement on Zhu Youzhen's face slowly dissipated.

"No, no, no, His Highness's idea is really good, the old slave needs to experience it carefully in order to understand what His Highness means.

The old slave is willing to act according to His Highness's ideas, and asks His Highness to elaborate on this plan. ”

Seeing that King Xin's face was about to change, Wei Zhongxian hurriedly greeted King Xin.

Although King Xin's idea was a bit naïve, Wei Zhongxian was still ready to do what King Xin thought.

Wei Zhongxian has already figured it out, King Xin doesn't want money this time because he wants fame.

Since the king is willing to spend money to buy a name, then do what the king thinks.

After all, if the idea of King Xin is really implemented, the courtiers' donations can also look a lot better on face.

"Your Highness, do you really want to donate for free?"

After listening to Zhu Youzhen's specific record display method, Wei Zhongxian asked again uneasily.

"Of course."

Zhu Youzhen made a face, "Since it is a donation, then Gu will never do that kind of villain behavior that goes back on his word." Otomo is relieved though. ”

After getting Zhu Youzhen's promise again, Wei Zhongxian's heart finally let go.

I believe that with the help of King Xin, and the successful donation of his courtiers of Duke Wei, it is just around the corner.

In mid-February of the sixth year of the Apocalypse, Wei Zhongxian, in view of the revolt of the Japanese in the coastal areas of Fujian, publicly called on the courtiers to donate money and pay for the suppression of the Japanese in Fujian.

Without waiting for the courtiers to complain about the donation, Wei Zhongxian ordered someone to make a large donation merit book and stand in front of the Chengtian Gate.

On the first page of the donation merit book, which is more than one person high, there is only one name on the whole page: Master Mingzong.

The small print next to the merit book indicates that Master Mingzong donated 100,000 taels of silver.

On the second page of the book of merit for donations, the words Zhu Youzhen, the king of letters, donated 50,000 taels of silver and Wei Zhongxian, the governor of Dongchang, donated 40,000 taels of silver, ranking in the first two lines of the second page.

After seeing the large-scale donation merit book erected in front of the Chengtian Gate, no one among the courtiers dared to complain.

Who doesn't know that Master Mingzong is the pseudonym of today's saint. The saints have donated money, and the courtiers dare to have other objections?

When the names of the British minister Zhang Weixian and the cabinet scholars also appeared in the book of merit for donations, the courtiers began to pay money whether they wanted to or not.

In this situation, Ding Shaoshi, the first assistant of the cabinet, died of a sudden illness, and Zhu Youzhen, the king of letters, also left Beijing to embark on a journey to Dengzhou.

"Your Highness, there are a lot of rumors in the capital now, saying that Ding Shaoshi was forced to die by Gonggong Wei, and His Royal Highness left Beijing in a hurry because of Gonggong Wei's forced donation.

Now Grandpa Wei's majesty is amazing, and many people have called Grandpa Wei 9,000 years old. ”

On the four-wheeled carriage moving gently, Gao Qiqian respectfully reported to Zhu Youzhen.

"Nine thousand years old, haha, interesting, interesting, haha." Zhu Youzhen chuckled and shook his head slightly.

This Wei Zhongxian has reached the position of nine thousand years old in the end.

So has this history changed or not?

No matter, I'll go to Dengzhou to see the shipyard of this era first!

Zhu You looked at the flashing scene outside the car window, and his heart was full of joy of leaving Beijing.

When Zhu Youzhen left the capital, in Shengjing, Liaodong, Nurhachi's life also came to an end.

It's also pitiful to say that Nurhachi was almost never really awake on the last journey of his life.

Illness is the truest portrayal of Nurhachi.

Since the outbreak of the gold and food shortage, Nurhachi, who has been worried, has lost control of his body almost overnight.

From where he began, Nurhachi hovered between unconscious and semi-unconscious.

Maybe it's because I'm reluctant to leave Daikin and this bustling world of flowers; Although his life was dying several times, although he had caused extreme chaos in the hearts of the people of the post-Jin people; But Nurhachi has always persevered.

finally

With all the strength of his body, Nurhachi slowly opened his eyes.

Where is this and who am I?

In the dazed mind, memories came flooding back like a tide, and in a short moment, Nurhachi seemed to have lived his life again.

In a daze, Nurhachi seemed to hear a lot of people shouting around him.

What are they calling?

Why can't I understand?

Who am I?

Oh, I'm Nurhachi.

I am the unifier of the Jurchens of Jianzhou, the founder of the Jurchen Eight Banners, the founder of Dajin, the Khan of the Mandate of Heaven, and the invincible Nurhachi.

NING Yuan,

Thinking of Ning Yuan, Nurhachi roared angrily.

Ning Yuan, I didn't lose either!

It's just that, no matter how angry he roared, all that came out of Nurha's mouth was a few faint whimpering.

Someone next to him seemed to be asking him something, and Nurhachi just nodded instinctively.

No, I can't lie like this, I'm going to stand up, I'm going to keep fighting.

I am the wolf king of the wilderness, and I will continue to hunt, and my prey is ahead.

In front of Nurha's godless eyes, a beautiful and sturdy stag flashed.

What beautiful antlers, what beautiful fur.

"Abahai, bring me my arrows, and we will ......"

Nurhachi let out an unusually clear cry.

Immediately, Nurhachi swallowed his last breath in the world.

No one knows, what did Nurhachi see in the end?

Without the slightest vigor, the old Khan of the Later Jin Heavenly Mandate-Nurhachi died so quietly.