Zhu Zhanji was listening to the report from his subordinates.
"One hundred thousand divine thunderbolts"
"Five thousand cannons"
"Three million bullets"
Zhu Zhanji smiled with satisfaction as he listened to the numbers announced one after another. Although these were all bought with money, shipping them to America can really solve Xinming's urgent needs!
"How is the transportation of one hundred thousand slaves going?"
Faced with His Highness's sudden question, everyone looked around. After a few seconds of silence, someone stood up and said, "Your Highness, more than half of it has been shipped back. The rest can be taken back together when we go back."
"That's good." Zhu Zhanji breathed a long sigh of relief.
Not only can these slaves be armed to deal with sneak attacks by the natives, but they can also be trained into craftsmen or farmers because of the common language. ??
Although these slaves were natives of the various governor-general mansions, they had lived in the governor-general mansion of the Ming Dynasty for many years and gradually learned to speak Chinese. Although it was impossible to speak Chinese to the level of the Ming people, there was still no problem in simple communication.
The Ming Dynasty had a large number of people available. These slaves were of no importance to the Ming Dynasty, but they were a great supplement to the sparsely populated Xin Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Zhanji was thinking casually and asked carefully, "Have you made sure that all these slaves can speak Chinese?"
Although he believed that the Ming Emperor would not deceive him on such a trivial matter due to his golden words, he still asked specifically.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I personally sent someone to check it and there is nothing wrong with it."
Hearing this, Zhu Zhanji became strange. He glanced at everyone curiously and asked puzzledly, "These are 100,000 people. Are you sure you have tested them all?"
If one hundred thousand people are tested one by one, how long will it take? No matter how you look at it, it cannot be completed in such a short time.
This had to make Zhu Zhanji suspicious.
Seeing His Highness's appearance, all the officials couldn't help but raise their heads and burst into laughter.
Such a move suddenly surprised Zhu Zhanji. He asked cautiously, "Did you really do it? How did you do it? I am very curious."
The leading subordinate officer quickly stopped laughing, bowed his hands and laughed hoarsely, "It's actually very simple. When the subordinates are eating, let the cook command them in Chinese. If they can't understand, of course they don't know what to do.
Have a meal."
"Eating is the first priority for all slaves. If you don't know how to eat, then you naturally can't understand Chinese."
Zhu Zhanji was silent for a while, couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, clapped his hands and praised, "It is indeed a good idea."
Then, Zhu Zhanji began to order, "Now that the slaves have arrived and the supplies are ready, let's start loading the ship."
Looking up to the east in the direction of America, Zhu Zhanji sighed secretly and continued, "We have been away from Xinming for more than half a year, and it's time to go back."
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned when they heard that they were planning to go back. Although they had not stayed in the capital for a long time, they were used to the life here.
The capital city is prosperous, and you can see different and strange things every day. Compared with the new civilization in America, this place is simply the dream of peace and happiness.
In America, you either have to fight with the army or deal with sneak attacks by the indigenous people. You just have to hang your head on your belt and risk your life.
There is always a risk of death.
Beijing and America are two completely different worlds.
However, although everyone was obsessed, they quickly reacted.
They all bowed to Zhu Zhanji and replied solemnly.
"Yes, I will obey His Highness's orders!"
Zhu Zhanji waved his hand and told everyone to go down and get ready to go back. He was sitting in the middle of the lobby, his eyes shining brightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Are you going back?" Han Du changed his repulsive mood when he saw Zhu Zhanji and asked with a bit of joy.
Zhu Zhanji glanced at Han Du with some depression. He didn't know why Han Du was very dissatisfied with him.
Knowing this, he asked, "What? Don't you like me to stay in the capital? Do you want me to go back soon?"
Yes! That's right! That's what I think. If you stay in the capital for one day, the students in the academy will be at greater risk of being abducted by you. Of course, I hope you go back immediately or even that you shouldn't come back, so that I don't have to worry so much about it.
long time.
Han Du chuckled calmly, "Has the date been set? You should choose a good day to travel across the ocean."
If Zhu Zhanji dared to say that he had not made a decision yet, Han Du would tell him that "it is better to choose a day than to hit it", and tomorrow is an auspicious day.
Zhu Zhanji was disappointed after hearing this. He thought Han Du would be polite to him, but he didn't expect that Han Du would not be polite to him at all and directly asked him when he was going to leave.
Originally, he was planning to make fun of Han Du when he was being polite, but he didn't expect that Han Du's words would kill his plan.
As expected, he is worthy of the old fox that Grandpa Huang calls him, and he is not given a chance to seize the opportunity at all.
"I still have to say goodbye to the emperor. It will take a lot of time." Zhu Zhanji didn't get fooled and directly pushed the matter to the emperor using Tai Chi.
If Handu wants to know, then ask the emperor.
Of course Han Du would not ask Zhu Yunye. He laughed and said, "Then you should take advantage of these two days to visit the capital. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to see it when you go back."
The implication is that you'd better not come back after you go back.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Zhanji seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and nodded quickly and said, "I think so too. I heard that my father-in-law's racecourse is one of the best in the capital. I wonder if I have a chance to feast my eyes on it?"
Want to watch horse racing? No, horse racing may be very attractive to ordinary people, because ordinary people cannot afford to keep a horse, let alone have the opportunity to ride a horse. But Zhu Zhanji not only has his favorite horse, but I am afraid he has more than one. Horse riding is very important to
For him, it’s more of a way of traveling. There’s nothing interesting about such a horse race.
Although Han Du knew that Zhu Zhanji's purpose was not simple, he really couldn't imagine what his purpose was.
What is there at the racecourse? It doesn't matter whether it's a good horse rider, a singer, or a hot air balloon show. If Zhu Zhanji wants it, Han Du can definitely give it to him.
After thinking about it, Han Du said with a smile on his face, "Your Highness wants to see it, of course you can. As long as His Highness is free, you can do it at any time."
"Okay! It's settled then." Zhu Zhanji clapped his hands happily and decided directly without giving Han Du any time to think, "What about tomorrow?"
Are you in such a hurry tomorrow? Han Du glanced at Zhu Zhanji with some doubts, but didn't see any problem. He nodded and said, "Yes, your highness is waiting at the racecourse at any time." Prince Yan's Mansion.
Zhu Zhanji was listening to the report from his subordinates.
"One hundred thousand divine thunderbolts"
"Five thousand cannons"
"Three million bullets"
Zhu Zhanji smiled with satisfaction as he listened to the numbers announced one after another. Although these were all bought with money, shipping them to America can really solve Xinming's urgent needs!
"How is the transportation of one hundred thousand slaves going?"
Faced with His Highness's sudden question, everyone looked around. After a few seconds of silence, someone stood up and said, "Your Highness, more than half of it has been shipped back. The rest can be taken back together when we go back."
"That's good." Zhu Zhanji breathed a long sigh of relief.
These slaves can not only be armed to deal with the sneak attacks of the natives, but also can be trained into craftsmen or farmers because of the common language.
Although these slaves were natives of the various governor-general mansions, they had lived in the governor-general mansion of the Ming Dynasty for many years and gradually learned to speak Chinese. Although it was impossible to speak Chinese to the level of the Ming people, there was still no problem in simple communication.
The Ming Dynasty had a large number of people available. These slaves were of no importance to the Ming Dynasty, but they were a great supplement to the sparsely populated Xin Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Zhanji was thinking casually and asked carefully, "Have you made sure that all these slaves can speak Chinese?"
Although he believed that the Ming Emperor would not deceive him on such a trivial matter due to his golden words, he still asked specifically.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, I personally sent someone to check it and there is nothing wrong with it."
Hearing this, Zhu Zhanji became strange. He glanced at everyone curiously and asked puzzledly, "These are 100,000 people. Are you sure you have tested them all?"
If one hundred thousand people are tested one by one, how long will it take? No matter how you look at it, it cannot be completed in such a short time.
This had to make Zhu Zhanji suspicious.
Seeing His Highness's appearance, all the officials couldn't help but raise their heads and burst into laughter.
Such a move suddenly surprised Zhu Zhanji. He asked cautiously, "Did you really do it? How did you do it? I am very curious."
The leading subordinate officer quickly stopped laughing, bowed his hands and laughed hoarsely, "It's actually very simple. When the subordinates are eating, let the cook command them in Chinese. If they can't understand, of course they don't know what to do.
Have a meal."
"Eating is the first priority for all slaves. If you don't know how to eat, then you naturally can't understand Chinese."
Zhu Zhanji was silent for a while, couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, clapped his hands and praised, "It is indeed a good idea."
Then, Zhu Zhanji began to order, "Now that the slaves have arrived and the supplies are ready, let's start loading the ship."
Looking up to the east in the direction of America, Zhu Zhanji sighed secretly and continued, "We have been away from Xinming for more than half a year, and it's time to go back."
Everyone couldn't help but be stunned when they heard that they were planning to go back. Although they had not stayed in the capital for a long time, they were used to the life here.
The capital city is prosperous, and you can see different and strange things every day. Compared with the new civilization in America, this place is simply the dream of peace and happiness.
In America, you either have to fight with the army or deal with sneak attacks by the indigenous people. You just have to hang your head on your belt and risk your life.
There is always a risk of death.
Beijing and America are two completely different worlds.
However, although everyone was obsessed, they quickly reacted.
They all bowed to Zhu Zhanji and replied solemnly.
"Yes, I will obey His Highness's orders!"
Zhu Zhanji waved his hand and told everyone to go down and get ready to go back. He was sitting in the middle of the lobby, his eyes shining brightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"Are you going back?" Han Du changed his repulsive mood when he saw Zhu Zhanji and asked with a bit of joy.
Zhu Zhanji glanced at Han Du with some depression. He didn't know why Han Du was very dissatisfied with him.
Knowing this, he asked, "What? Don't you like me to stay in the capital? Do you want me to go back soon?"
Yes! That's right! That's what I think. If you stay in the capital for one day, the students in the academy will be at greater risk of being abducted by you. Of course, I hope you go back immediately or even that you shouldn't come back, so that I don't have to worry so much about it.
long time.
Han Du chuckled calmly, "Has the date been set? You should choose a good day to travel across the ocean."
If Zhu Zhanji dared to say that he had not made a decision yet, Han Du would tell him that "it is better to choose a day than to hit it", and tomorrow is an auspicious day.
Zhu Zhanji was disappointed after hearing this. He thought Han Du would be polite to him, but he didn't expect that Han Du would not be polite to him at all and directly asked him when he was going to leave.
Originally, he was planning to make fun of Han Du when he was being polite, but he didn't expect that Han Du's words would kill his plan.
As expected, he is worthy of the old fox that Grandpa Huang calls him, and he is not given a chance to seize the opportunity at all.
"I still have to say goodbye to the emperor. It will take a lot of time." Zhu Zhanji didn't get fooled and directly pushed the matter to the emperor using Tai Chi.
If Handu wants to know, then ask the emperor.
Of course Han Du would not ask Zhu Yunye. He laughed and said, "Then you should take advantage of these two days to visit the capital. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to see it when you go back."
The implication is that you'd better not come back after you go back.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Zhanji seemed to be waiting for this sentence, and nodded quickly and said, "I think so too. I heard that my father-in-law's racecourse is one of the best in the capital. I wonder if I have a chance to feast my eyes on it?"
Want to watch horse racing? No, horse racing may be very attractive to ordinary people, because ordinary people cannot afford to keep a horse, let alone have the opportunity to ride a horse. But Zhu Zhanji not only has his favorite horse, but I am afraid he has more than one. Horse riding is very important to
For him, it’s more of a way of traveling. There’s nothing interesting about such a horse race.
Although Han Du knew that Zhu Zhanji's purpose was not simple, he really couldn't imagine what his purpose was.
What is there at the racecourse? It doesn't matter whether it's a good horse rider, a singer, or a hot air balloon show. If Zhu Zhanji wants it, Han Du can definitely give it to him.
After thinking about it, Han Du said with a smile on his face, "Your Highness wants to see it, of course you can. As long as His Highness is free, you can do it at any time."
"Okay! It's settled then." Zhu Zhanji clapped his hands happily and decided directly without giving Han Du any time to think, "What about tomorrow?"
Are you in such a hurry tomorrow? Han Du glanced at Zhu Zhanji with some doubts, but didn't see any problem. He nodded and said, "Yes, the racecourse is waiting for His Highness at any time."