The Wara camp was also really mad first, and the camp was set up ten miles away from Datong City.

Zhu Qizhen looked from here, and he could vaguely see the appearance of the Datong city wall.

Zhu Qizhen believes that if it weren't for the lingering haze of the general cannon on the Datong city wall, maybe they would really want to camp under the city wall.

Zhu Qizhen retracted his gaze and basked in the autumn sun.

The little girl Haibei seems to be used to her identity as a maid, and she doesn't shout to leave, she is obediently entertaining herself on the side, and she is also happy.

After the last pastry incident, Zhu Qizhen has clearly seen the attributes of Haibei foodies.

This little girl ate half a table of pastries in one meal, and she couldn't eat for two days.

Maybe it's because of the soft mouth and short hands, Haibei's attitude towards the fallen Ming Emperor is much better, not all sarcasm, the two can sometimes chat calmly.

But soon Zhu Qizhen found that the two were often chatting and chatting and were not on the same channel, and they both despised each other with the eyes of fools.

"They say that you are the emperor, the immortal mortal, the incarnation of the gods?"

"Well, that's right, I'm the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven."

"And why are you here now?"

………

Zhu Qizhen took a deep breath and put on a smiling face: "Let's not talk about politics?" ”

"What is politics?"

……

"Okay, how many cattle and sheep do you have in the south?"

Haibei changed the subject.

"I don't raise cattle and sheep."

Haibei was a little disgusted, and he couldn't help but say that he was rich all over the world and was supported by all the people, but he didn't even have cattle and sheep.

"Where's the felt bag? How many felt bags do you have? How big is it? ”

"The Han people don't live in felt bags, I live in the palace of Jingshi, and by the way, I have a bigger palace in the south."

"The Imperial Palace?"

Haibei blinked, "I heard Abu say that the Han people live in houses, how big is the palace where you live?" ”

"How big?"

Zhu Qizhen thought for a while, "It's about the size of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety houses. ”

Haibei secretly snapped her fingers, the number was so huge that she had never thought of it before.

Seeing that she was stumped, Zhu Qizhen thought about it, stood up, and pointed to Datong City looming in the distance.

"Do you see the city? My palace is about the same size as it, but it's many times better than it. ”

Haibei looked into the distance, and after retracting his gaze, he still didn't believe it: "In such a big place, you live alone?" ”

Zhu Qizhen shook his head: "Of course not, there are also the queen mother, the queen, the concubine, the prince, the concubines of the first emperor, and the slaves and maids who serve." ”

"Slave? How many slaves do you have? ”

Zhu Qizhen just said a rough idea: "There are probably tens of thousands of people." ”

"Tens of thousands?"

Haibei was so shocked that he opened half of his cherry mouth and lost his voice.

Tens of thousands of people, just a few people?

It was completely beyond her imagination.

But what Zhu Qizhen said next was completely fantastical for her, and it was another brand new world.

The prosperity of the customs and the extravagance of the royal family have caused a huge spiritual impact on this noble lady on the grassland.

Haibei was shocked and stunned almost the whole time.

The north and south capitals of the Ming Dynasty are home to millions of people, which are about the same as the entire Mongolian tribe combined.

The phrase that all the people support the heavenly family is not Zhu Qizhen's casual nonsense, the things used by the emperor are all called tribute, and they are the best tributes from all over the world.

The emperor used countless ice cubes to cool off in summer, burned the so-called red basket charcoal from morning to night in winter, and built houses with precious trees that had been pulled from the mountains thousands of miles away for a hundred years.

The emperor wanted to eat the anchovies of the Yangtze River, and from the time he caught them to the time they were delivered, they were whipped up thousands of miles away, and they were frozen, and they were still fresh when they were delivered.

The Shang Diet Supervisor who cooks in the palace can cook countless delicacies, all kinds of flavors.

So in Zhu Qizhen's eyes, the food of the Warat people is almost the same as pig food, and the pastries sent by Datong a few days ago are simply unpalatable, they are too rough, and the dim sum in Jiangnan and the palace is simply thousands of miles apart, and there is no comparison at all.

While listening to Haibei, the feeling of Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden rose in his heart.

She just couldn't think of such a thing.

In the final analysis, the so-called rich life of Haibei since childhood is only on the grassland.

If it is placed in Daming, it may not even be comparable to an ordinary rich businessman in Daming, let alone a heavenly family.

In the end, Hai Bei looked thoughtful and said with emotion: "I don't care if they all say that the Ming Emperor is the biggest fat sheep in the world." ”

Zhu Qizhen: ...............

Haibei didn't think about it so much, he looked fascinated, he clicked his lips, and seemed to be muttering quietly, but he could make Zhu Qizhen hear it: "I don't know what the pastries in the palace taste like, and what the taste of the north and south of the river is." ”

Zhu Qizhen now has reason to suspect that this girl is no longer making trouble and leaving, just for food.

As he was talking, Boyan appeared outside the felt bag with a bag of food.

After seeing the ceremony, Boyan took his daughter away with a bag of food, so that it was convenient to talk to Zhu Qizhen.

Hai Bei took what he had eaten, and went aside.

Boyan came this time on the orders of Yexian, and at the same time brought two pieces of news to Zhu Qizhen.

First, I have seen that it has been several days, and Datong has not sent a grain of grain, and I have begun to be anxious, and I am ready to send someone as an envoy to Datong tomorrow to Beijing.

Boyan told Zhu Qizhen that Warat was a natural disaster this year, and a cold spring at the beginning of the year caused many livestock to freeze to death.

The second is that this year is busy fighting with the Ming army, the men have delayed the time to breed livestock, and the women have delayed the time to weave wool.

The second thing is that all the things that Zhu Qizhen explained have been prepared, and they are stored in the felt bag a hundred steps away from Zhu Qizhen.

Boyan couldn't help but express the doubts in his heart in the past few days: "Your Majesty thinks that you can really escape by relying on these?" ”

Zhu Qizhen said with a smile: "I naturally have my own considerations.

Boyan should think about it, your daughter ......"

Boyan had already made preparations, took out two things from his arms and handed them to Zhu Qizhen.

Zhu Qizhen's expression was very meaningful, but he didn't dwell too much.

"As for Datong, you tell it first, if it is not delivered tomorrow, I will personally go to the city wall and call it."

Zhu Qizhen can only stabilize first.

When Boyan left, he looked like a loving father: "The little girl arrived in the Ming Kingdom, alone, and looked forward to Your Majesty...... Be kind to the little girl. ”

"That's nature, that's nature."

Seeing Boyan go away, Haibei, who was full of food and drink, jumped to Zhu Qizhen's side.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing", Zhu Qizhen retracted his gaze, "I just think that your father is very hypocritical." ”

After leaving these words, Zhu Qizhen turned around and left.

Hai Bei tilted his little head, wondering what hypocrisy meant.

After avoiding Haibei, Zhu Qizhen found the source of the well, Yuan Bin, and threw out a bombshell news: "Tomorrow night, we will escape from Wara." ”