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When he left the palace at this meeting, Zhu Cihong directly asked the inner treasury to give real money, and there was never any arrears. He even made an exception to use a rare silver dollar.

In big cities such as Beijing, the credibility of the treasure money has begun to recover, but in many remote areas, even if they know that the treasure money can pay taxes, it is a matter for the big families. Silver is still the most powerful hard currency.

In any case, the result was beyond everyone's expectations. Even, even Zhu Cihong didn't expect the result to be so good.

After all, the trip to North Korea included North Korea in the territory of the Ming Dynasty. Whether it is tariff sovereignty, judicial sovereignty or joint military power, it is a bit empty to say.

For most Ming officials, they were more worried about Zhu Cihong's safety, and felt that the emperor's exit from the palace was a loser's activity.

"Zheng He went to the West seven times that year, and later generations rumored that this move would cost the people and money. But I wondered, obviously Grandpa Cheng has fought several wars, and the depth of labor and wealth is no more than this, if the seven trips to the West are purely to show off their might, how can they still support it, and hold seven games in a row? It's that there was a desire to show off at the beginning, but is it possible that it has always been? There is only one purpose. Zhu Cihong's eyes burned: "Overseas trade is very profitable." ”

Zhu Cihong advanced by sea and land this time, and when he came to North Korea, he naturally made a lot of money by trade.

For Zhu Cihong, who attaches great importance to finance, he naturally will not be wronged.

As a result, after a state visit, the fiscal revenue and expenditure were comprehensively calculated, and there was no loss, and the revenue and expenditure were balanced. Of course, the North Koreans do not lose either. In the past few years, the slaves were rampant, and they had had enough of the pain of the trade difficulties. This time, although I paid a lot of reception expenses, I made the same money. Whether it was the materials Zhu Cihong purchased or the accompanying businessmen, they were not bought in vain.

"Your Majesty." Wu Fu was faintly worried, looking at Zhu Cihong, as if he was afraid that Zhu Cihong would turn the head of the car again and continue to set off towards North Korea.

Zhu Cihong is not so prodigal.

He is already a wife in the Forbidden City at the moment.

After a few months, Zhu Cihong was also quite worried about the queen.

With such thoughts, the special train soon arrived in Haizhou. When he arrived in Haizhou, he had to transfer to a naval ship. This is the Bohai Sea Inland Sea, the wind and waves are calm, the ships are also tall and sturdy, and naturally no one worries about safety anymore.

The sea boat shook Zhu Cihong dizzy, and it was not until Tianjin Port turned into the inland river and transported the imperial ship that Zhu Cihong came back.

Back in his hometown, the nervousness of running around quietly subsided.

After the calm and relaxation, the tiredness that had been hidden for months swept over. Zhu Cihong slept on the imperial boat until Tongzhou, and only when Ning Wei whispered that he had docked, did he wake up leisurely.

Changed to a carriage, in the royal road that had been opened up, Zhu Cihong galloped in and returned to the Forbidden City.

The return of His Majesty the Emperor was extremely peaceful, with no gongs and drums, no cheers, and no ceremonies. And Zhu Cihong obviously didn't pay attention to these, he just quietly looked at the Forbidden City that was getting closer and closer, looked at the palace gate, and watched the familiar palace maids in the palace push open the door.

Inside, Ying Ying smiled and waved at the queen who waved her hand at Zhu Cihong: "Your Majesty, go home." ”

"I'm home." Zhu Cihong smiled lightly, ran over to hug the queen, gently stroked her bulging belly, and muttered: "I, too, am in this world, taking root." ”

His own bloodline is about to be born, which has a very different feeling for Zhu Cihong, who has always been a soul stranger.

It seems that his fate and the world are beginning to become more and more real and intimate.

……

"Your Majesty has returned to Beijing." In the hall of Beijing Normal University, Fu Shan returned to his professor's office after a busy day of classes.

The office is large, but the décor is very simple. Beyond the coffee table, chair, and desk, there are rows and rows of bookcases.

There are a few chairs in the gap between the bookcases, and in each bookcase, there are a few brand new bookmarks from time to time to record the marks of reading.

As the hero of the Taiyuan Defense War that year, Fu Shan originally had the opportunity to go to officialdom.

But Fu Shan chose to refuse. It's not that Fu Shan deliberately clears his heights, but that he has found an existence that is more worthy of his own energy.

For example: learning.

In the end, under the kind invitation of Zhu Zhiyu, Fu Shan chose to serve as a professor in the Department of History of Beijing Normal University and a member of the academic committee of the whole university.

Historiography has been somewhat suppressed for a long time under the suppression of the fame of the imperial examination. If it weren't for the major changes in the subject matter of the imperial examination in recent years, the Baguwen has been shaken, and the probability of the emergence of historical theory has been continuously improved, history, which is originally a discipline that China is good at, may be a little lonely.

A liberal arts such as history is somewhat contemptuous to future generations of Chinese.

Just as the Ming people believed that historiography was a miscellaneous study and could not be used for the imperial examination, the study of history in later generations of China was also a useless subject. Most of the time, studying history doesn't help you find a job that is close to home.

So much so that some people even feel that a discipline like liberal arts is destined to be an elite existence. If you don't have enough money to ask for a philistine, you are destined to be unable to achieve anything in your discipline.

Fu Shan, Fu Qing's generation, everyone is not worried about money.

He pays more attention to the subjects of his research.

That's right, what Fu Shan chose is contemporary history.

In addition to the scriptures, children, histories, and collections, even the great power of Buddhism, Islam and Catholicism, who has carefully read the classics, naturally focused his attention on His Majesty the Emperor.

"When the first water-powered spinning machine in Qiming City squeaked, it was destined that Daming had gone to another era. An era in which a new economic form began and grew rapidly. At one time, it was necessary to lament the fear of the imperial court for the gathering of organized groups, so that we feared that such a new thing would soon perish. But we must rejoice that this is a fortunate time. The most enlightened people take power and let the brightest people use their intelligence in the right place. Fu Shan looked at the first page of his draft and slowly turned to the last page.

Then, he glanced at the map of the world on the table.

The eyes fell on the location of North Korea, then on to Japan, and then to North America.

"History will prove that this is a great cause that benefits the present and the future. Through the small test of expanding North Korea, our compatriots will go out into the world. The Chinese sons and daughters gathered under the banner of the Ming Dynasty have forgotten their ambitions for too long, and the great cause of the Han and Tang dynasties will no longer sink. In front of the gunboats of the empire, a new era belonging to China has begun. Fu Shanti put down his pen, looked at the world map, and stared at it for a long time.