The city of Yangon is noisy, messy, and smelly.

Zhu Gaochi could tolerate both trouble and chaos.

But this smell...is not the ordinary smell, but the pungent smell that hits the head.

He covered his mouth and nose, his face full of disgust with this disgusting foul smell that came from nowhere.

Not only him, but all the officials following him, and even Zhu Shangyu, who will be one of the vassal kings of Burma in the future, was even more disgusted with this foul smell.

To be precise, he didn't just hate this stinking smell.

But hate the whole city.

"How can this be considered a city? This is just a fucking refugee nest!" Zhu Shangyu said in his heart.

He has the square and long face and wide forehead unique to the Zhu family. He is a little taller than Zhu Gaochi, because he has been practicing martial arts since childhood, and he is also considered to be strong.

As the grandson of the Ming Dynasty, what Luo saw when he was born was the most prosperous side of the Ming Dynasty. In the city in front of him, the ubiquitous smolder ditch, the shacks that were lower than refugee sheds, and the yellow and white things all over the ground made him feel disgusted, and he was also deeply worried about the future.

"Although the place is not good, it is not because the place is not good, but because people are not good!"

Zhu Gaochi and his men were patrolling the city, looking for a place suitable for building a palace for Zhu Shangyu, so the patrol was carefully inspected. The palace not only involved the face of the Zhu family of the Emperor Ming Dynasty, but also had to be in line with military roles.

In fact, he didn't expect that this huge city in Burmese could be so dilapidated.

Seeing that his cousin's face was not good, he spoke, "This place is rich in resources, rich in rice, spices and minerals, which are ruined in the hands of these natives. But if it is in the hands of our Ming Dynasty, it will be another scene in the south of the Yangtze River!"

Zhu Shangyu lowered his head, looked at the dirty things stained on his boots, and reluctantly said, "I hope!"

"Come on, look useless!" Zhu Gaochi glanced at him, his forehead was covered with sweat, "Do you think it's a poor mountain and a bad water? Tell you, when our emperor's grandfather raised the army, his foundation was far inferior to this!"

As he said that, pointing out of the city, "The city is next to the port, and there are still people in our Ming Dynasty's materials coming in continuously. There are also Burmese people who do not need wages to call us. A new Yangon rises from the ground within two or three years."

"The rice in this place is ripe three times a year, and the outside of the city is full of old forests with various rare woods, birds and animals. There are minerals and medicinal materials in the mountains. You guard the port and have granaries, are you afraid you won't have a good life?"

As he said that, he sighed slightly, "If the emperor had not been thinking about the second uncle, he would give you some foundation. I would like to ask the emperor to let my third brother come over and be a vassal, hum!"

Then, he put his hands on his hips and looked at the strange city, "That's the case, the place is good, but the people are not good! If it were ours, there would be great potential!"

"You are young and you are a leisurely and wealthy royal family in the capital. You will be ruined in this life! A good man has lofty ambitions. This is your foundation in the future. You should manage it well. Seeing this land prosper day by day, isn't that feeling of success or fame better than enjoying the success?"

"What my cousin said!" Zhu Shangyu quickly possessed himself, "It's my brother who is a little shallow!"

"Adjust your mentality and don't mumble your face all day long. In the future, you, the Burmese land, will be considered a local emperor!" Zhu Gaochi patted the other party's shoulder and smiled, "Remember, here is the face of our Ming Dynasty, the backer of our Ming Dynasty immigrants in the future, and the heavens of those Burmese people!" As he said that, he suddenly lowered his voice and smiled wickedly, "I'll see your cheap father-in-law later. You guys are desserts, don't beat a single stick!"

"Cousin, he is just a local king in our Ming Dynasty. He needs to be so polite and polite..."

"Nonsense!" Before Zhu Shangyu finished speaking, Zhu Gaochi scolded, "Treat this future new king in Myanmar, be particularly polite!" Then, he lowered his voice, "The emperor has given him solemnly, and the earth king should be as respectful as the Prince of the Ming Dynasty, and should not show any arrogance to him."

Then, he looked around and winked, "You don't know yet, right? The emperor accurately let this new king Rujing..."

"Entering the capital of the Ming Dynasty?" Zhu Shangyu wondered.

"Of course it is my capital of the Ming Dynasty! And it is a national gift to welcome me, the prince, and I personally escorted it to the territory of the Ming Dynasty. Then the Duke of Wei, Duke Cao, led a fleet to escort it and headed straight to the capital. At that time, the emperor will go out of the city to greet you!" Zhu Gaochi said with a wicked smile, "First we will reminisce about the past, eat, drink, drink, and appreciate flowers, and then let the Burmese king and the local royal family who have surrendered in Myanmar, stage a drama of recognizing our ancestors and returning to our hometown?"

"Huh?" Zhu Shangyu was even more puzzled, "Who do you recognize?"

"Of course I recognize our ancestors as ancestors!" Zhu Gaochi laughed in a low voice, "Putting gilds on their own faces, we also beautify them. In this way, aren't they Chinese descendants? In this way, many things will be easy to handle and it will be natural!"

Zhu Shangyu's face turned pale and said in a muffled voice, "It's outrageous. How can those barbarians recognize China as their ancestor?"

"Tsk tsk, what are you anxious about?" Zhu Gaochiheng said with a glance, "It was them who beg for us to recognize our ancestors as our ancestors." As he said that, he smiled again, "Our ancestors have recognized many filial sons and grandchildren for thousands of years, so this one is not the shortfall!"

Zhu Shangyu was still a little younger. He could not recognize the benefits of treating the new king of Burma so politely, nor did he think of the far-reaching significance it could have.

It is true that the new king of Burmese is a puppet, but this puppet is not a puppet that can be killed directly when it is useless. It is a face that represents the integration and unity of the Ming Dynasty and Burmese.

At this moment, not far from Zhu Gaochi, several officials came over, surrounded by a group of soldiers, covering their mouths and noses.

"Remember, discuss with that person more if you have any questions in the future!" Zhu Gaochi pointed to the officials, and said, "This is a person who is Jian Zai Ze, the emperor's bag!"

"Yang Shiqi?" Zhu Shangyu looked at the man.

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"I've seen two of your highnesses!"

Yang Shiqi was originally doing a good job in the position of the top leader of the treasure boat yard, but suddenly he had a entrusted order and followed Zhu Gaochi to Myanmar as a military field inspector.

This official position is inappropriate and there is no rating specified.

But Yang Shiqi felt that this would be the most critical node in his career. If he did it well, he would go straight to Tianting and soar.

Because of his military farming inspection, he has great power in his hands.

1. Statistics of grain fields that have occupied Myanmar land.

2. How to allocate these acres.

3. Resettlement of immigrants from the Ming Dynasty.

4. Establish villages and build water conservancy.

Wait...

The powers of his official position are endless. In short, he is responsible for the civil affairs of the Myanmar area at this stage.

That's not just land, but also commercial mineral road and water transportation...

"Thank you for your hard work in the east!" Zhu Gaochi held Yang Shiqi's arm intimately and shouted the other party's nickname, "How many people in the city can count it?"

"When you go back to your highness, the officials have a rough count. There are 210,000 people!" Yang Shiqi said, "According to the survey and mapping of the Ministry of Works, a city that can accommodate 500,000 people can be built on the basis of the original city!"

"Yeah!" Zhu Gaochi nodded constantly, "You are the ones who make the decisions about civil affairs, just make your own decisions!"

Yang Shiqi hurriedly said, "This is not only a civil matter, but also..." As he said that, he paused, "Architecture!"

Zhu Shangyu frowned and said, "Aren't we the only one who only needs artillery in the lonely royal city?"

"A city of 500,000 people is your royal city!" Yang Shiqi glanced at Zhu Shangyu, and suddenly felt that this security prince was not particularly smart.

Could it be that I would have put the artillery of the Ming Dynasty on the wall of the royal city of the Burmese vassal kings?
Chapter completed!