"Your father and your two uncles, sooner or later I will be by them!"

After Zhu Chubby left, Zhu Di complained helplessly.

The eldest son is kind and tolerant, and he leaves everything to Zhu Fatpang, and Zhu Di is very relieved.

The only thing that made him unhappy was that Zhu Fatpang was too benevolent, and he always thought about the people of the world, and he was very resistant to fighting or something.

Zhu Di couldn't figure it out.

If you don't beat those wild wolves outside, how can the family develop with peace of mind.

The two fathers and sons have argued more than once over this issue.

Although Zhu Di won every time, Zhu Di felt that he was the losing side every time.

Han King Zhu Gaoxu.

Zhu Di likes it from the bottom of his bones, he can fight, he is very reluctant, and many ideas coincide with him.

But there are also many disadvantages.

For example, reckless, reckless, sometimes as soon as the temper comes up, he just doesn't care about anything, just one word, do it!

It's like the two of them quarreled some time ago, and this thing said everything, and almost didn't him off.

It is precisely because of this that the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty strongly opposed his idea of establishing the king of Han.

A warlike and warlike emperor can be accepted by civil and military ministers, and there are not a few such emperors in history.

Although the consumption is relatively large, as long as the battle can be won, the ministers still have no opinion.

Who doesn't want to go down in history?

If an emperor can expand his territory and lay down thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, his ministers can also be polished and leave their names in the annals of history.

But if you are reckless enough to be emperor, then you can't.

As soon as the temper comes up, they don't care about anything, they just do it with their heads, and the ministers can't stand it.

Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui.

The advantages are persuaded, and the disadvantages are not changed!

In addition, he is the third in line, unless he is as lucky as Zhu Di and all the front is dead, he has no chance.

So whether it is Zhu Di or the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs, Zhu Gaosui has never been considered.

The shortcomings of the three sons made Zhu Di have a headache and often worry about it.

Fortunately, the grandson made him very satisfied.

Zhu Zhangui's personality is very similar to himself, and he is his ideal successor.

Although Zhu Zhanji is also good, he is still much worse than Zhu Zhangui in the overall aspect.

is like the opinion of Jianwen Yu, Zhu Zhanji's choice made Zhu Di very unhappy.

Eating the food he gave and helping others scold his grandfather, how can there be such a grandson.

"Grandpa, are you okay? If it's okay, I'll go back first. ”

Zhu Zhangui saw that the old man was distracted there, and he felt bored, so he thought about going back first.

"Hehe, I just thought about it after we were separated for a while, so if you go north next year and leave for so long, what will you do?"

Zhu Di thought that Zhu Zhangui wanted to go back because he wanted to go back, so he laughed and teased.

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

Is this the image in the old man's heart?

Although the daughter-in-law is gentle and considerate, Zhu Zhangui will not indulge in the gentle township hero mound.

He was going to take a look at the storeroom of the Shenji Battalion.

He will go north in the spring of next year, and he will check all the gunpowder ammunition and reserve guns.

"Where do you want to go? I'm going to go to the Shenji Camp to see how the gunpowder and ammunition reserves are. ”

Zhu Di smiled, didn't talk much about this matter, reached out and took out a piece of music from the table, and threw it to Zhu Zhangui, "In terms of gunpowder, let the deputy check it, I have other errands to arrange for you." ”

Zhu Zhangui glanced at the old man, and the old man clicked on the music in Zhu Zhangui's hand and asked him to take a look first.

This is a recital from the political secretary of Jinan Prefecture in Shandong.

According to the description of the chapter, from the beginning of spring to the present, there has been almost no rain in Shandong, and it has been thousands of miles of red land, and the victims are everywhere.

Grain merchants in various localities are hoarding grain, and grain prices remain high.

Ordinary coarse grains have reached a bucket of several taels of silver, and sometimes they can't even be bought with money.

The high-quality yellow flower girl can only be exchanged for half a bucket of grain.

Many people can't survive, and have begun to sell their sons and daughters, and there is even a phenomenon of changing children for food.

Shandong Jinan Mansion reported that the bark in Jinan Mansion has been stripped away, and many people who really can't find food have begun to eat Guanyin soil.

The entire Jinan Mansion is full of people who are starving to death, and even some women are willing to sell their names for a handful of rice in order to keep their children and families alive.

At the end of the recital, officials in Jinan begged for the imperial court to deliver relief food as quickly as possible.

If the disaster continues like this, Jinan Prefecture may be in danger of civil unrest.

After reading the recital, Zhu Zhangui sighed deeply.

Hunger is everywhere, selling sons and daughters, changing children and eating, betraying the name for the stuttering.

Zhu Zhangui has never experienced this kind of scene, and he can't imagine that scene from the words.

But he knew in his heart that these things he had never thought about were being staged in Jinan Mansion one by one.

Looking at Zhu Zhangui with a complicated expression, Zhu Di stepped forward and handed another letter to Zhu Zhangui.

"The imperial court sowed a batch of grain half a month ago, but as soon as it arrived in Jinan Mansion, the water ran out that night, and all the grain was burned clean."

"Hehe, misfire!"

Looking at the piece in his hand that reported the loss, Zhu Zhangui couldn't help but sneer, and a burst of murderous intent flashed out of the corner of his eye.

Closing the piece of music holding the loss in his hand, Zhu Zhangui looked at the old man.

"You're going to let me go to Shandong!"

Zhu Di nodded in confirmation.

"I wanted to choose one of the ministers, but I felt that if they went, even if they found out about the situation, they might not be able to suppress some people."

"You also know what your father's physical condition is, and the things of the Northern Expedition during this period of time almost tired him, let him rest and relax!"

"Your second and third uncles are not very good at this, and they may be played by those guys."

"So I thought about it, and it happened that you were idle during this time, so I decided to send you there."

"By the way, you bring the Shenji Battalion with you in addition to artillery, and when the time comes, you can deal with the unexpected needs, and when the matter is dealt with, just let the Shenji Battalion drive directly to Beiping."

After speaking, Zhu Di pressed Zhu Zhangui's shoulders with both hands and said seriously: "You still have the token that grandpa gave you!" ”

Zhu Zhangui nodded and took out Zhu Di's token.

Clicking on the token in Zhu Zhangui's hand, Zhu Di said with a serious expression: "How to do it?" When the time comes, I will give you only one request, no matter what, we must not delay the sowing of the spring next year, and whoever dares to block the disaster relief, no matter who it is, will not be killed. ”

Zhu Zhangui grinned and showed his big white teeth.

"Grandpa, just look at it! I'm a veteran when it comes to killing, and I'm not going to be as merciful as my father. ”

Zhu Di smiled with satisfaction.

That's why he sent Zhu Zhangui to Shandong.

If you send a soft-hearted past, once the victims riot, for the sake of their reputation, they are likely to not be able to do it.

If the victims of the riot are guided by people with good intentions, then the entire Jinan Mansion will be completely eroded, and it will even spread to the whole of Shandong.

If it really becomes like that, there is no need to mention the Northern Expedition or anything, let's take the army to Shandong to suppress the rebellion first.

"By the way, you can kill anyone after you arrive in Shandong, but there is a family you can't touch."

Just as Zhu Zhangui was about to go back and let the Shenji Battalion stand by and leave at any time, Zhu Di called him again and explained.

Zhu Zhangui smiled.

"I know, Kong Laoer's house!"

Zhu Di glared, pointed at Zhu Zhangui and said, "Bastard, how can you say that a saint?" ”

After saying that, he couldn't help laughing.

Disaster relief is like fighting a fire, and Zhu Zhangui naturally does not dare to delay more.

After returning, he ordered the Shenji Battalion to prepare and withdraw the camp at any time.

Then Zhu Zhangui ran directly to the household department and went to find Xia Yuanji.

This time, he was on his way to disaster relief.

There is no food and money for disaster relief, so what can I do?

As for paying for it yourself, it's impossible.

This is a matter for the imperial court.

If he paid for it himself, Xia Yuanji's unhappy snot bubbles would come out.

"Your Royal Highness, why do you have time to come to the household department?"

As soon as Zhu Zhangui arrived at the household department, Xia Yuanji, who had always seen everyone with a straight face, ran out with a happy face, not caring about his identity as a scholar, and moved a chair and poured tea for Zhu Zhangui.

"The Great Age of Genes"

"Ahem, Lord Xia, don't be busy, I came here today to find you something."

"Is it that Your Highness has already figured it out and decided to deposit your money in the household department."

Zhu Zhangui's face darkened.

This old guy, why does he keep mentioning his own money?

"No, it's something else!"

Hearing that it was not, Xia Yuanji was a little disappointed, and his original enthusiasm was also a little lost.

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

He always felt that Xia Yuanji, the old guy, was a bit like a bank receptionist in his previous life.

Staring at your money every day, I want you to save it, and if you look for him for something else, his face will change immediately.

Thinking back to the appearance of this old boy, Zhu Zhangui felt that he was going to run a bank in the future, and Xia Yuanji, this old guy, was the best candidate for the president of the head office.

Thinking about some mess, Zhu Zhangui handed an excerpt to Xia Yuanji.

Xia Yuanji looked at Zhu Zhangui, took the fold suspiciously, opened it and took a look.

At this glance, his face immediately turned green.

Zhu Zhangui is here to ask for money and food.

It's still the same sentence, go to disaster relief, no money and no food, take your face to disaster relief!

Zhu Zhangui is also ruthless enough, and he will ask for 20,000 stones for this opening.

Seeing this amount, the corners of Xia Yuanji's mouth pulled wildly.

Seeing that there was going to be a war, he had just put together the food needed by the army, but before he could catch his breath, another master came to the door.

This old Zhu family really doesn't treat his officials as people!

This day, I'm as busy as an animal, so I can't take a breath.

Looking down at the Zhang, looking up at Zhu Zhangui who was drinking tea, Xia Yuanji said helplessly: "Your Highness, I really can't take out so much food, or... Look at how much jerky we can make up from the flesh of these people. Then you sent us to Shandong, and we were done for food relief. ”

Zhu Zhangui frowned and looked at Xia Yuanji with a bitter face, "You are such a big household, you really don't have any food at all." ”

Xia Yuanji raised his hand and pointed to the sky, "Conscience of heaven and earth, Your Highness, if you don't believe it, go to the treasury of the household department to see, except for the food needed for the Northern Expedition, you will take all the food you find." ”

"Yes, Your Highness, we really don't have food."

The household servant next to him also nodded with a bitter face.

"If you don't need to prepare military rations for the Northern Expedition, we will give you this food, but now our household department, let alone 20,000 stone of grain, 20 stone, our household department can't make it up!"

Looking at the two of them whose faces were about to drip bitter gourd juice, Zhu Zhangui rolled his eyes, leaned into Xia Yuanji's ear, and muttered in a low voice.

Xia Yuanji, who was originally going to refuse no matter what Zhu Zhangui said, listened to Zhu Zhangui's whispering, his eyes lit up instantly, and he grabbed Zhu Zhangui's hand.

"What you said is true, there is really a silver mountain, and there is grain that crops three times a year."

Zhu Zhangui smiled and nodded.

"When did I lie to you? There is indeed a mountain of silver in that place, and the place where I am talking about grain production is what I have seen with my own eyes. ”

"Peng!"

After getting the confirmation, Xia Yuan stood up reluctantly, slapped the table hard, and said compassionately:

"The victims of the disaster in Shandong are suffering from hunger, and as an official of the Hubu Shangshu Imperial Court, how can I see these people starving?"

After that, he looked at Zhu Zhangui, "His Royal Highness Taisun admires the heart of saving the people, and our household department has taken the 20,000 stone grain, even if all my colleagues are hungry, we must make up the food." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out three fingers, "Three days, Your Highness, wait for me for three days, and I will hand over this batch of grain to you in three days." ”

After speaking, Xia Yuanji didn't even say hello, so he hurriedly walked out.

But as soon as he walked to the door, he turned back, grabbed Zhu Zhangui's hand, and confirmed it with a serious expression.

"The minister still doesn't believe it, you swear that there really is a mountain of silver, and three crops of grain that can't be eaten three times a year."

Zhu Zhangui raised his hand with a smile.

"Okay, I swear, if I lie to you, I'll give half of the proceeds of the shop in my name to the household department."

"Huh!"

As soon as Zhu Zhangui finished speaking, Xia Yuanji took out a piece of paper and wrote it with a brush.

Long Feifeng Wu wrote what Zhu Zhangui said, and Xia Yuanji handed the paper to Zhu Zhangui with a smile on his face.

"Your Highness, press a handprint!"

Zhu Zhangui: "......"