Xu Guangqi is actually in Tianjin, but Zhu Youxiao has never visited him. The reason is very simple, Wanli.

Under the watchful eye of Wanli, how could he dare to make friends with foreign ministers? Although in the forty-fourth year of Wanli, Xu Guangqi was transferred to Zuo Zanshan, Zuo Chunfang, Zhan Shifu, and he was regarded as an official in the East Palace. There was no big problem in making friends with Zhu You.

The principal still didn't dare. He was only a grandson, not a prince.

He was really frightened by the beating given by Wanli. At that time, a large number of Jin Yiwei rushed to the Tiangong workshop to seize the craftsmen, which shocked him greatly. His grandson's identity was nothing under the emperor's will. Before time travel, Zhu

Youxiao is just an ordinary person. Although he has been a soldier for two years, he has never been on the battlefield, so he is naturally not very courageous. The scene of the Jin Yiwei's ferocious and rampaging scenes really frightened him.

In the feudal era, everyone under the emperor was an ant!

He truly had this understanding and re-understood the meaning of the word "emperor". From then on, he never dared to do anything out of the ordinary or get involved with the courtiers. Even Sun Chengzong was alienated. He just focused on

Manage your own Yulin Army and salt field as well as the four leading products in Tiangong Workshop.

The emperors are all a bunch of lunatics, and they will not let go of just a slander, even the slightest possibility of the future. Not to mention that in the forty-seventh year of Wanli, after the defeat of Saarhu, Xu Guangqi supervised the training of the new army in Tongzhou.

Under such circumstances, Zhu Youxiao couldn't even hide, so why would he take the initiative to get in touch with others and teach others to take advantage of him?

Therefore, he could only watch a big talent wandering around under his nose, living leisurely in Tianjin, and let alone making friends with him, he did not even dare to step into Tianjin City, which was a military city.

There are three guardhouses, who knows what rumors will spread as soon as he enters.

In the past few years after he was beaten, he rarely came to the salt farm. He only came here for rare outdoor training a few times a year, in order to reduce the flaws.

His cautious appearance seemed to have really worked in the end, as it seemed to bring back memories of Wanli's generous words of support for him. Wanli called him over, soothed him with gentle words, told him not to worry, and let him go.

If you do, grandpa will support you.

Of course, Zhu Youxiao agreed to such words on the surface, but in his heart he looked like he didn't even believe it. The terrifying scene of the guards breaking into the door was still vivid in his mind, so how could he believe it.

He was still cautious, only messing around in his one-third of an acre of land, and only messing with those things and people that were still saved and had not been destroyed and taken away by the Jin Yiwei.

Seeing that he was still like this, looking like a frightened little Shou, Wanli talked to him several times later, but Zhu Youxiao was not moved at all. He looked like he didn't dare to step out of the way, and he never made any big moves.

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After several attempts, seeing no results, Wanli stopped looking for him, but he granted all his requests, including that he wanted to build a ship, that he wanted to practice Qing Shao to guard the salt field, and that he wanted to train abroad several times a year.

Wanli's blessed look made Zhu Youxiao's heart start to stir again, but thinking about the consequences, he still suppressed his restless heart and put his life first.

Because of the matter of the salt farm and Tiangong Workshop, Zhu Changluo had already had a slight gap with him. How could he hate Wanli now? Even if he gave up some opportunities and time, he could not make Wanli doubt and dislike him.

It's best to do this now. Wanli feels guilty about himself. He can use this guilt to do small tricks that no one knows about, and he can also protect his own life and status.

Saving his life is the most important thing. With the knowledge in his head, even in the worst situation, as long as his life is still there, he has the capital to make a comeback. If his life is gone, everything will be lost.

For the past five years, he has been coming here so cautiously. Until now, Wanli is in bed again to recuperate. According to the information he has received, Wanli's condition is very serious this time and he can hardly see anything.

This made Zhu Youxiao's heart skip a beat and he began to take action. By the time Zhu Changluo died on September 1st, there would only be three months left. Although it was not much, it still barely allowed him to make arrangements.

"Priest Tang, can you cast cannons and guns?" Zhu Youxiao asked directly.

"This..." Tang Ruowang muttered, he would naturally be able to make guns.

Historically, Tang Ruowang assisted Xu Guangqi and Li Tianjing in compiling the 137 volumes of "Chongzhen Almanac" in 1634, which was the seventh year of Chongzhen. He was also ordered by the Ming court to supervise the manufacture of war cannons using Western methods, and he also gave oral instructions about cannon smelting. The principles and techniques of manufacturing, storage, transportation, performance, gunpowder preparation, and artillery shell manufacturing were compiled by Jiao Xu into two volumes of "The Essentials of Fire Attack" and one volume of "The Secret Essentials of Fire Attack", which was the authoritative introduction to Western gun technology at that time. book.

In 1636, Tang Ruowang was ordered to set up a factory to cast cannons. In two years, 20 cannons were cast.

Although this resume is not very pretty. He only built 20 cannons in two years. It is not enough for him. After all, his major is preaching, not making cannons. It is understandable. Zhu Youxiao did not ask him to set up a factory to cast cannons. I just wanted him to contribute advanced Western technology and guide the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty. As a missionary, no matter how advanced his knowledge was, he could not compare with the court's professional cannon-casting craftsmen.

It has been more than a year since he came to the Ming Dynasty, and he has gained some understanding of this huge country. He knows that here, like his country, it is illegal to cast muskets and artillery privately. He does not want the glory of God to spread. He himself went to jail for violating the king's law.

After pondering for a while, just when he was about to refuse, Zhu Youxiao smiled slightly and made an offer that he could not refuse, "Priest Tang, if you can help train and guide my craftsmen to make the most advanced in the world." Musketeer, I promise to build a church for you in the capital."

This condition immediately made Tang Ruowang's breathing quicken and his eyes widened. Why did the Western missionaries travel thousands of miles and cross the ocean to come to China? Isn't it just to spread the glory of the Lord and expand the influence of the Lord? ?Missionaries have been coming to China for many years, but they have only preached in some remote areas. The best ones have only built churches in Nanjing.

They thought about Beijing, the central city of the Ming Dynasty, but never got permission. This was not only a religious issue, but also a political issue. In the Ming Dynasty, political issues were the biggest problem.

Could it be that the expansion of the Jesuits will be realized in my hands? Tang Ruowang thought excitedly. But then, he suppressed his excitement and doubted, does the young Mingguo man in front of him have the ability to help him realize it?

Although he owns a huge salt farm, and in Tang Ruowang's eyes, he must be a great nobleman and a great lord, but he also knows that in this magical country, the nobles have no say, and only with the approval of the emperor and the consent of the civil servants, he can Safe missionary.

Tang Ruowang was not a very dignified person, so what he was thinking in his heart was naturally revealed on his face. Seeing his suspicious look, before Zhu Youxiao could say anything, Wang Wenyan immediately reprimanded him a little bit, "

The identity of my young master..."

"Mr. Wang." Zhu Youxiao stretched out his hand to stop him, then looked at Tang Ruowang and said with a smile, "My name is Zhu Youxiao, and I am the grandson of Emperor Ming Dynasty. Do you think I have this ability?"

"Emperor's grandson?" Tang Ruowang repeated in his mouth. The not very standard Mandarin made people laugh. The confused look on his face became more and more serious. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know what the emperor's grandson meant.

?Is it the name of an official position?

He came to the Ming Dynasty not long ago, and he only knew that the monarch here was called the emperor, who was a noble figure comparable to the Roman emperor. The emperor's successor was called the prince, which was also very noble. He didn't know anything else.

"My grandfather is the current emperor, my father is the prince, and I am the emperor's grandson. In other words, I am the third generation heir of this country and the only heir." Zhu Youxiao explained to him with a smile.

Next.

"The only heir of the third generation? The future emperor?!" Tang Ruowang muttered something, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

With a pop, Tang Ruowang immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Portugal's envoy, Jesuit missionary Tang Ruowang met His Royal Highness the Grand Sun, the future Emperor."

Looking at him like this, it turned out to be the most formal and solemn three-kneel-and-nine-kowt technique used last time at the Great Court. Every time, Tang Ruowang exerted great force, and his head banged.

"Oh?" His reaction made Zhu Youxiao stunned for a moment, and then he realized that white people in this era looked up to Eastern civilization, and it was normal for him to kneel down and worship his great-grandson. Now,

This is not an era when foreigners of later generations are arrogant and arrogant.

"Priest Tang will be freed from the ceremony." Zhu Youxiao suppressed the secret joy in his heart and asked Tang Ruowang to stand up.

"Thank you, Your Merciful Highness, may your glory shine on the entire Ming Dynasty in the future." When he stood up, Tang Ruowang flattered him.

"Okay, Priest Tang, it goes without saying, I know all this. How do you think about my proposal?" Zhu Youxiao smiled and waved his hand.

"Thank you for your generosity. I am naturally willing to contribute my knowledge and serve the Ming Empire." Tang Ruowang agreed overjoyed.

"That's good. Empire? I like this word." Zhu Youxiao nodded, then turned around and led the people away. He had seen enough here, and he still had things to do.

"Come to me tomorrow and I will make arrangements for you." He said again before leaving.

"Farewell to you, your great highness." Tang Ruowang saluted from behind.

Zhu Youxiao waved his hand and led the people away.

"Yeah!" After everyone left, Tang Ruowang waved his fist in uncontrollable joy, spinning around in circles excitedly, dancing like a madman.

"Mr. John, demeanor, where is your aristocratic demeanor?" The young blond woman named Serena came up to persuade.

"Selena, do you know? I succeeded, I succeeded." Tang Ruowang shouted, hugging her and jumping up. Serena struggled for a while, and found that she couldn't break free, so she could only let him hold her.
Chapter completed!