Throwing Jian Xiao in Malacca, Zhu Zhanyan returned to Yunnan with Zhu Sanfeng.

He stayed in Siam and Manraka for half a year, and this was the first time he had returned to Yunnan in half a year.

Oh, by the way, there is also Zhu Zhanqi's younger brother, because he came back for the Chinese New Year this time.

"Really let me go?"

Zhu Zhanqi pinched the edict in his hand, looking confused.

"Or else? Why don't I give you the edict if you don't let you go? Let you hold it for fun? Zhu Zhanyan rolled his eyes and kept showing off the rice in the bowl.

"Don't worry, there is nothing in this edict, it proves that there is nothing to do this year, if there is something, I will go in person, and it will not be your turn."

"Besides, if it weren't for me and my father, you would still have to stay in Xiangzhou Mansion, and there would still be such a good thing?"

"Uh......" Zhu Zhanqi's face was full of embarrassment.

"Brother, I didn't mean that, I meant that in previous years, either you or your father went, or you and your father went together, let me go this time ......"

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhanqi subconsciously looked in the direction of the northeast.

"Are you sure Grandpa Huang won't have an opinion?"

"What can I say?" Zhu Zhanyan took the dish given by his mother and glanced at his younger brother.

"Don't worry, it's okay, grandpa won't have an opinion because of this matter, besides, our family is a special case, and other vassal kings won't enter Beijing this year."

"Besides, according to the etiquette system, before you leave, your father will play Yingtian, explaining that you are the person who entered Beijing this year and the reason, so even if the emperor has an opinion, he can't send it to you."

"Then I'll be relieved." Zhu Zhanqi patted his chest and picked up the dishes and chopsticks.

"Thank you, mother."

Thanking Princess Wu, Zhu Zhanqi ate his meal in a big gulp.

Princess Wu looked at Zhu Zhanqi with a little pity in her eyes.

She is not a soft-hearted woman, and if she was soft-hearted, she would not have been Zhu Gaoxu's wife and had not changed for so many years.

At the beginning, she really felt pitiful about what happened to Zhu Zhanqi, but because Zhu Zhanqi was so obsessed with it at that time that she was also hostile to her, she didn't take any action.

Now, she is more because of her son.

Women in this era are actually more realistic than men, and for Princess Wu, the main reason why she cares about Zhu Zhanqi is that her son is very good to Zhu Zhanqi, and Zhu Zhanqi has become pretty good now.

As for what happened to poor Zhu Zhanqi, it was just an auxiliary emotion.

……

After dinner, Zhu Zhanyan rarely returned to his mansion, sat down on the recliner on the balcony on the second floor, and looked at the dark Dianchi Lake.

Today's moon is not round and not bright enough, coupled with the lack of wind, a calm Dianchi Lake becomes a black hole at night, and nothing can be seen.

"What do you think?"

Zhu Zhanyan turned his head to look and saw his father standing at the door with his younger brother.

As a result, one person's tea tasting became a heart-to-heart conversation between father and son.

"What are you going to do this year?" Zhu Gaoxu took the lead in pushing the brewed tea to his two sons, and then poured himself a cup.

"If it's okay, you should go to Yingtian, and now you choose not to go, then it proves that there is something more important."

Zhu Gaoxu still knows his eldest son, and the experience of the past two years has also made his brain grow a lot.

In the past, Zhu Zhanyan basically attended the annual Chinese New Year's Eve dinner no matter what happened, for two reasons.

First, the old man will let Zhu Zhanyan enter Beijing no matter what he has to do, and since their family became a feudal lord, the old man has obviously cared a lot more about them.

Second, Zhu Zhanyan also needs to enter Beijing.

Just because they are a feudal lord does not mean that their family has given up, or that although their family has given up competing for the crown prince, they have never given up showing themselves.

Therefore, showing their faces is a must, this is to keep their family from being forgotten by people, and it is also a comfort to those generals.

Tell them that the former Han Wang Party is still the Han Wang Party, and although it is no longer contested, it will still ensure the interests of the military generals' camp.

The Eastern Crusade is the best embodiment of this.

And this year, Zhu Zhanqi suddenly decided not to go to the capital and asked Zhu Zhanqi to go on his behalf.

"Yes, indeed." Zhu Zhanyan nodded, the surroundings had been cleaned up by his own prince's guards, so he didn't hide it.

"When I was in Malacca, Li Chengliang and they came back and passed by, and I met them."

"Oh?" Zhu Gaoxu cheered up.

"What about the Timurid Empire? I wanted to say that you promised Ulugh Beg, and now we don't have too many potatoes in our family. ”

The yield of potatoes is very high, judging from the time when Qian Yong and the three of them came back, it should definitely not be only so much for such a long time.

However, Zhu Zhan Yan has not set out to solve the stem tip cultivation technology, so the management of potatoes is very strict, and the people of Yunnan will never be allowed to plant.

This leads to the fact that there are actually not many potatoes, and similarly, this is why Zhu Gaoxu was so heartbroken when Zhu Zhanyan asked people to move the potatoes in storage last time.

"I didn't ask about the situation in the Timurid Empire, because there was nothing to ask." Zhu Zhanyan lay on the recliner and shook comfortably.

"Selling potatoes to Khalil and the Ottomans was meant to be a punishment for the Timurid Empire, to bring the three sides back to the same starting point, and the only result was to continue the triumvirate."

"As for Ulugh Beg, it's better to say that I don't plan to give him all the potatoes at once, but I plan to give them in four parts."

"Four times? That's okay. Zhu Gaoxu nodded slightly.

When he heard his son say this, he immediately understood.

It was the Timurid Empire that made mistakes first, and this resumption of trading was a reward for Zhu Zhanyan to give them a timely confession, but because they had a criminal record, they naturally had to be on guard.

Wouldn't it be a repeat of the last mistake if you gave it all at once?

But in this way, Zhu Gaoxu was even more confused, looked at his son and asked, "Then what are you going to do this year?" ”

"I brought Sanfeng back." Zhu Zhanyan smiled and looked in the direction of the door.

"This time, I plan to let Sanfeng take people into the Delhi Sultan!"

Crunch......

Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Zhanqi's movements both stopped, and they looked at Zhu Zhanqi with surprise on their faces.

Zhu Zhanqi is okay, he has not grown to that height yet, but Zhu Gaoxu is different, he has always been in charge of this family in Yunnan, and he can be said to be the person who knows the specific situation best besides Zhu Zhanqi.

Like the Ming Dynasty in the previous two years, Yunnan's stalls this year are also very open, even to the point that they have no time to take care of it.

During the conquest of Siam, Zhu Zhan Yan used Kun Tashi of the Uszangdu Division, and after the end, Zhu Zhan Yan even used some of the locals.

Although Zhu Gaoxu's three guards have not been touched, there are less than 20,000 people, and the gap is too big compared to the march into the Delhi Sultan.

"You don't have to rush." Looking at his father's reaction, Zhu Zhanyan laughed.

How did he not know what his father was worried about?

"I didn't plan to use too many people this time, so I'm going to give Sanfeng 3,000 people."

"Three thousand!?" Zhu Gaoxu's tone suddenly rose, full of disbelief.

"Don't be impulsive! What can three thousand people do? ”

"It's true that the Delhi Sultan is in chaos and divided into more than a dozen forces, but with three thousand people, you won't even see a splash if you throw it in!"

"Who said that?" Zhu Zhanyan raised his eyebrows and sat up straight.

"Just 3,000 people, I think it's a lot."

"Huh?" Zhu Gaoxu frowned.

He originally thought that his son was greedy for merit, after all, since his son emerged to the present, it can be said that he has never suffered any losses.

Carrying the black pot for the old man doesn't count.

Now, looking at his son's reaction, Zhu Gaoxu began to believe Zhu Zhanyu.

"Dad, you have to know that the quickest way to bring a dynasty to collapse is to collapse from within."

Zhu Zhanyan smiled and began to explain to his father, but in fact, he gave his younger brother a lesson.

"Taking our Daming as an example, no matter how strong the foreign enemy is, it is impossible to make our Daming destroyed all at once."

"Throughout history, the demise of a dynasty is usually dominated by internal troubles, and external troubles are just boosts."

"That's how Delhi Sultan is now."

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhanyan also sighed.

Because in Zhu Zhan's view, the Delhi Sultan is actually the easiest problem to solve, even simpler than the Japanese state.

The combat effectiveness of the Wa State was already very weak, and Zhu Zhan pushed most of the Wa State sideways, unlocking the achievement of destroying the country, but the loss was also very small.

And the Delhi Sultan, it is simpler than the Wa State.

It's not that the strength of the Delhi Sultan is weaker than that of the Wa State, after all, the group of dwarves in the Wa State is really limited, and the third brother at least has elephant soldiers on his side.

An emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, isn't it?

In general, the third brother's side is taller than the group of shorts in terms of land area, population and actual combat effectiveness.

However, there is a fatal weakness in the third brother's family: the system.

The caste system was not abolished until the middle of the twentieth century, but the so-called abolition was only nominal, and in fact the caste system still deeply affected the third brother's family.

In fact, many people only know that the caste system in the third brother's family has a great influence, but they don't know the origin of the caste system.

The so-called caste system is not actually the third brother's own system, but foreign.

The caste system was brought by a tribe called the Aryans when they entered the house of the third brother, and the Aryans at that time trampled all the aborigines of the third brother under their feet, and in order to determine the dominance of the Aryans, the caste system began to shine.

In fact, few people may know that three of the world's four great ancient civilizations that have perished are actually inseparable from the Aryans.

Some people say that the roof of the world blocked the Aryan invasion, some people say that the Shang Dynasty defeated the Aryans, and even more that it is the woman who annihilated all the Aryans who went east.

However, the flower planting family was not spared, but the third brother's family was not spared.

The caste system strictly segregated the classes, making it almost impossible for the lower castes to turn over, so there is a saying that the lower castes in later generations are the real third brothers, and the upper castes are all Aryans.

And for Zhu Zhanqi, the caste system is actually a help.

The so-called help does not mean that Zhu Zhanyan wants to use this system, but that he wants to use the caste system of the third brother's family to make chaos for himself.

What? Invade? Make no mistake, right? I'm emancipating my mind! It is to enable everyone to pursue a happy life equally!

After listening to Zhu Zhanyan's explanation, Zhu Gaoxu instantly figured out what his son wanted to do

This is no longer to make the Delhi Sultan civil strife, but to let those low castes, who are no different from slaves, rise up and let them fight for Zhu Zhan Gully!

After thinking about it, Zhu Gaoxu couldn't help but be amazed at his son's idea.

It's true that he is good at martial arts, but he is only more prominent in leading troops to fight, but when it comes to strategy, he Zhu Gaoxu is really not very good.

He knows how to use the art of war, but he can't play this level of strategy.

"According to what you say, three thousand seems to be a bit much."

All kinds of thoughts, in the end, only turned into this sentence.

"Then you're exaggerating." Zhu Zhanyan smiled and patted his younger brother, who was still stunned.

"Three thousand, that's already a relatively small number, after all, those high-ranking castes of the Delhi Sultan are not fools, and they won't watch us stir up trouble in his house."

"Three thousand, this is already the minimum, no matter how few, the safety of Sanfeng will not be guaranteed."

"And how long do you expect to fix the problem?" Zhu Gaoxu also laughed and didn't say anything more.

"Sanfeng?" Zhu Zhanyan shouted at the door.

The distance is not very far, Zhu Sanfeng may not be able to hear it all, but he should probably be able to hear some.

After all, currently in Yunnan, Zhu Zhanyan's most trusted person is only her besides Zhu Ling and Zhu Ping beside her.

"If you give you 3,000 men, how long will it take down the Sultan of Delhi?"

"How long is Your Highness expected, that's how long!" Zhu Sanfeng did not hesitate at all.

In her, or should it be said that Qian Yong and Jian Xiao are the same, they all think that Zhu Zhanyan's decision-making is not wrong, if they don't complete the task given by Zhu Zhanyan within the expected time, it means that they can't do it.

"That'...... A year, right? Zhu Zhanyan gave a time that seemed to be not very sure even to himself.

"No problem!"

Zhu Gaoxu looked at his son, and he suddenly felt a little envious.

Just because of one meal, his son got two hundred loyal enough people, although there are only three left, but they are all one in a million loyal.

Thinking about himself, it seems that after so many years, except for Zhu Heng, he has no one to trust.

Patting his son on the shoulder, Zhu Gaoxu stood up and walked in the direction of the stairs.

Sometimes, people have to die more than people, and goods have to be thrown away.

In the past, Zhu Gaoxu never felt that he was not good, let alone that he was old.

But today, he really had the feeling of being slapped to death on the beach by the back waves.

(End of chapter)