The city of Yangon is noisy, noisy and smelly.
Zhu Gaochi can tolerate noisy and chaos.
But this stench...isn't just any ordinary stench, it's a pungent stench that goes straight to the top of my head.
He covered his mouth and nose, his face full of disgust at this disgusting stench that he didn't know where it came from.
Not only him, but all the officials following him, and even Zhu Shangyu, who was about to become the son-in-law of the new king of Myanmar and one of the vassal kings of Myanmar in the future, expressed their hatred for this stench.
To be precise, he didn't just hate the smell.
But he hates the whole city.
"How can this fucking city be considered a city? This is just a fucking refugee nest!" Zhu Shangyu thought to himself.
He has a long square face and a wide forehead unique to the Zhu family. He is a bit taller than Zhu Gaochi, and because he has practiced martial arts since childhood, he is also considered to be strong.
As an imperial grandson of the Ming Dynasty, what I saw when I was born was the most prosperous side of the Ming Dynasty. In the city in front of me, there were smelly ditches everywhere, shacks lower than refugee sheds, and yellow and white trees all over the ground.
The thing made him feel sick and at the same time deeply worried about the future.
“Although the place is not good, it’s not that the place is not good, it’s the people!”
Zhu Gaochi led his people to patrol the city, looking for a place suitable for building a palace for Zhu Shangyu, so the patrol had to be done carefully. The palace not only involved the face of the Zhu family of the Ming Dynasty, but also had to meet its military functions.
In fact, he didn't expect that this big city in Burma could be in such a dilapidated state.
Seeing that his cousin had a bad expression, he said, "This place is rich in products, rich in rice, various spices and minerals. In the hands of these natives, it would be wasted. But if it were in the hands of our Ming Dynasty, it would be no better than
In five years, it will be another Jiangnan scene!"
Zhu Shangyu lowered his head, looked at the dirt on his boots, and reluctantly said, "I hope so!"
"Cheer up, you look like a loser!" Zhu Gaochi gave him a white look, his forehead was covered with sweat, "You think it's broken? Do you think it's a poor place? Let me tell you, when our imperial grandfather started the army, the foundation was still far away.
It doesn’t compare to this!”
He said, pointing outside the city, "The city is next to the port, and materials and human energy from our Ming Dynasty are constantly coming in. There are also Burmese people who can use it for free, and a new Yangon will rise from the ground in two or three years."
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"Rice here is harvested three times a year. Outside the city are old forests with all kinds of rare wood and birds and animals. There are also minerals and medicinal materials in the mountains. You guard the port and have a granary. Are you afraid that you will not have a good life?"
As he spoke, he sighed slightly, "If the emperor hadn't wanted to give you some inheritance for the sake of my second uncle, I would have wanted to beg the emperor to let my third son come over and become a vassal, huh!"
Immediately, he put his hands on his hips and looked at the unfamiliar city, "As usual, the place is good, but the people are not! If it is our people, there is a lot to do!"
"You are young and want to be an idle and wealthy clan member in the capital. You will be ruined in this life! You are a good man with high aspirations. This will be your inheritance in the future. You can manage it well and watch this land prosper day by day. That kind of
Isn’t the feeling of success and fame better than sitting back and enjoying it?”
"That's what my cousin said!" Zhu Shangyu hurriedly said, "My brother is a little shallow!"
"Adjust your mentality and stop mumbling all day long. From now on, you, Burmese, will be considered the emperor of the country!" Zhu Gaochi patted the other party's shoulder and said with a smile, "Remember, this is the face of our Ming Dynasty, and the face of me in the future.
The backers of the Ming Dynasty immigrants are also the gods of the Burmese!" As he said this, he suddenly lowered his voice and said with a bad smile, "I'll see your cheap father-in-law later, you have such a sweet mouth, you can't beat me with three sticks.
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"Cousin, he is just a local king in the hands of our Ming Dynasty. He does not need such a polite and virtuous corporal..."
"Nonsense!" Before Zhu Shangyu finished speaking, Zhu Gaochi reprimanded, "Treat the future new king of Burma with extra courtesy!" Then he lowered his voice and said, "The emperor has solemnly ordered that this king should be treated as if he were a native king.
The Prince of Ming Dynasty is generally respectful and cannot show any arrogance towards him."
Then, he looked left and right, winked and said, "You don't know yet, right? Your Majesty has chosen this new king to be Rujing..."
"Entering the capital of the Ming Dynasty?" Zhu Shangyu asked in confusion.
"Of course he is the capital of the Ming Dynasty! And it is a national gift. I, the prince and crown prince, will personally escort him to the territory of the Ming Dynasty. Then Wei Guogong Cao Guogong will lead a fleet to escort and go straight to the capital. When the time comes, the emperor will personally go out of the city to greet him!" Zhu Gaochi smirked!
He said, "First we reminisce about old times, eat, drink, and enjoy flowers, and then let the king of Burma, who represents the local kings and wealthy families who have surrendered in Burma, stage a drama of recognizing their ancestors and returning to their clan?"
"Huh?" Zhu Shangyu was even more puzzled, "Who do you recognize?"
"Of course we recognize our ancestors as our ancestors!" Zhu Gaochi laughed in a low voice, "To put gold on their faces, we also beautify and beautify them. In this way, aren't they the descendants of the Chinese Miao? In this way, many things will happen.
It will be easier to handle and it will be a matter of course!”
Zhu Shangyu turned livid with anger and said in a low voice, "This is unreasonable. How can those barbarians recognize China as their ancestor?"
"Tsk, tsk, why are you so anxious?" Zhu Gaochi glanced at him and said, "They are the ones who are asking for nothing to recognize our ancestors as their ancestors." He said, smiling again, "Our ancestors have recognized many filial sons and virtuous grandchildren for thousands of years.
It’s time to go, this one’s the best!”
Zhu Shangyu was still a little young, and he did not realize the benefits of being so courteous to the new king of Burma, let alone the far-reaching significance it could have.
It is true that the new king of Myanmar is a puppet, but this puppet is not the kind of puppet that can be killed directly when it is no longer useful. It is a puppet that represents the integration and unity of the Ming Dynasty and Myanmar.
At this moment, not far in front of Zhu Gaochi, several officials, surrounded by a group of soldiers, came over with their mouths and noses covered.
"Remember, discuss things with that person in the future!" Zhu Gaochi pointed to a tall, thin man with a long beard among the officials and said, "This person is in the emperor's heart and in the emperor's pocket!"
"Yang Shiqi?" Zhu Shangyu looked at the man.
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"I have met your two highnesses!"
Yang Shiqi was originally doing well as the leader of the treasure shipyard, but suddenly he followed Zhu Gaochi to Burma as a field patrol envoy.
This official position is neither fish nor fowl, and there is no prescribed grade.
But Yang Shiqi felt that this would be the most critical node in his career. Once he was done, he would reach Tianting and skyrocket.
Because of his patrolling the fields, he had great power.
1. Statistics on grain fields in occupied Myanmar.
Second, how to allocate these acres.
Third, resettlement of immigrants from the Ming Dynasty.
Fourth, build villages and construct water conservancy projects.
wait wait wait....
His official position has countless rights. In short, he is responsible for the civil affairs of Burma at this stage.
That’s not just land, but also commercial mineral roads and water transportation...
"Thank you for your hard work, Dongli!" Zhu Gaochi held Yang Shiqi's arm affectionately and shouted his nickname, "How many people in the city can you count?"
"Back to Your Highness, I made a rough calculation and found that there are 210,000 people!" Yang Shiqi said, "According to the survey and mapping of the Ministry of Industry, it is possible to build a city with a capacity of 500,000 people on the original basis of this city.
The city!"
"Yeah!" Zhu Gaochi couldn't help but nodded, "You are the one who calls the shots on civil affairs, just make your own decisions!"
Yang Shiqi hurriedly said, "This is not only civil affairs, but also..." He paused and said, "Artillery!"
Zhu Shangyu frowned and said, "Isn't it the only one who needs artillery in Gu's royal city?"
"A city of 500,000 people is your royal city!" Yang Shiqi glanced at Zhu Shangyu, and suddenly felt that the Baoan County King was not particularly smart.
Is it possible that I would put the Ming Dynasty's artillery on the wall of the royal city of the Burmese vassal?
"A city of 500,000 people is all alone?" In an instant, Zhu Shangyu felt that this place was not bad, and it really had a lot to offer.
This chapter has been completed!