Han Du did not expect that Zhu Di would listen to the advice so much. He just made some suggestions, and he agreed without hesitation to use the fire dragon cannon to scare all the indigenous leaders during the sacrificial ceremony.
However, in this case, more fire dragon cannons will be needed, and only one will definitely not work.
Therefore, Zhu Di directly ordered Yang Qing to make the most fire dragon cannons in the shortest time. He was ready to give the indigenous leaders a big surprise.
Han Du looked at Zhu Di with mixed feelings in his heart. Speaking of which, he and Zhu Di had not had much interaction before, and there was no friendship at all.
He even almost killed Zhu Di, so everyone must be enemies.
However, Zhu Di valued his opinions so much, almost as much as Zhu Biao.
Han Du is Zhu Yunye's biological uncle, but Zhu Yunye is very wary of Han Du from all aspects. The fire dragon cannon was obviously made by Han Du, but now it is closely guarded by Zhu Yunye, and Han Du is not allowed to interfere at all.
Even for Han Du's opinions, Zhu Yunye agreed with a smile in person. But many times, Zhu Yunye turned his head and ignored Han Du's words, without seeming to take them seriously at all.
Han Du watched Zhu Di take a deep breath and shook his head slightly to get rid of the complaints against Zhu Yunye in his heart.
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After a few days, it was rare to encounter good weather.
This part of America is fertile and rich in products, and it is definitely a God-given treasure. But it also has a shortcoming, that is, it often encounters violent storms.
America is sandwiched between two oceans, and storms and clouds from both sides will gather towards it. However, America does not have mountains tall enough to block storms, and is almost an endless plain.
This causes storms to rage above it. As long as the storms land in the Americas, they can travel thousands of miles, and some can even cross the entire America from east to west.
After the violent storms of the past few days, the weather today is particularly good. The sun is shining brightly, and there is not even a cloud in the clear sky. When you look up, you can see the emerald blue, which is very refreshing.
Han Du took Yu Qian walking on the street. There were still dead branches and leaves on the street that had just experienced the storm, and they were still a little wet when stepped on.
On both sides of the shop there are medicine sellers, clothes sellers, wine shops and restaurants, and so on.
Even on the street, there are sellers pushing wooden carts slowly walking, selling goods as they go. There are various types of needles, threads, brains, rouge, gouache. Whenever women out for fun see these sellers, they will immediately surround them with their eyes shining brightly.
Picking something you like.
Han Du saw a drug store and walked in without knowing what he was thinking.
This made Yu Qian, who was standing behind him, stunned. The teacher was not sick. Why did he go to the pharmacy? Or was the teacher sick?
Thinking of this, Yu Qian hurriedly followed.
"What does this guest want to order?" Seeing someone coming in, the waiter immediately stepped forward to greet them.
As soon as Han Du entered the door, he saw the waiter rushing towards him, smiling slightly and nodding to relieve the embarrassment: "Just take a look."
The waiter in the shop looked at Han Du strangely after hearing this, and nodded towards Han Du in a dumbfounded way: "Sir, what you said, who would come to the drug store for a casual look?"
"Medicine shop?" Han Du looked up and saw that the walls were densely packed with drawers for storing medicinal materials.
Han Du quickly turned back and looked outside, just in time to see Yu Qian walking in.
"How did I get to the drug store?"
Yu Qian was stunned and asked with a puzzled face: "Isn't the teacher sick?"
Han Du was stunned and frowned: "What's wrong with me?"
Yu Qian saw that it was not good, so he quickly stepped forward and laughed twice: "Teacher, let's go?"
The waiter was immediately disappointed, but he still smiled and nodded: "Why don't you just take a look at it? The ginseng we just got from our shop is quite good."
"Ginseng?" Han Du asked casually and was about to leave.
"Yes." The waiter in the shop quickly bowed: "Ginseng is a good thing. Even if you don't need it at ordinary times, you can still prepare it in case you need it."
The waiter in the shop clearly heard that the two of them were not sick and came to buy medicine, so he immediately told them the greatest advantages of ginseng.
Han Du didn't have any need for ginseng. Anyway, there were plenty of them in both his own family and his younger brother's family.
But when I saw the waiter selling it so hard, I looked at him with a smile: "Then what's the price of your ginseng?"
The waiter immediately became energetic and his eyes suddenly lit up: "It's cheap, of course it's cheap!"
After saying that, he immediately turned around and went to the drawer to take out several mahogany boxes and put them on the counter. He opened the top one and displayed the ginseng inside so that Han Du and Yu Qian could see it.
"Master, let's see, how does this look?"
Yu Qian lowered his head and looked up at the waiter in surprise. I have to say that the quality of this ginseng is indeed very good.
Generally, ginseng with this appearance is a treasure in drug stores. Yu Qian did not expect that the waiter in the store would suddenly bring out such ginseng.
"Not bad, not bad..." Yu Qian became more and more interested as he watched, completely forgetting that he was not here to buy ginseng.
"How much?"
Seeing Yu Qian asking about the price, the waiter in the store quickly stretched out two fingers: "Two hundred dollars."
"Only two hundred guan? So cheap?" Yu Qian was shocked. If such ginseng were sold in the Ming Dynasty, he would not be able to buy it for even 2,000 guan.
Is this only two hundred strings?
Yu Qian glanced at the waiter suspiciously: "You can't be fake, right?"
"Of course this is true!" After hearing Yu Qian's words, the waiter immediately became anxious and said sworn to the sky: "Young master, please don't be joking. This is a century-old store, how could we sell fakes and damage our own sign?
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Han Du glanced at the waiter with a half-smile, then stepped forward with a smile: "Xinming has only been here in America for about twenty years. How did you open a century-old store like this? Or, before Xinming came here, how did you open a store like this?
The store has been open for 80 years?”
The waiter suddenly showed an embarrassed look, and quickly said with a smile: "I don't know what I know. Our store has been open in Ming Dynasty for more than a hundred years. Although we are here now, it is still a century-old store!"
Han Du shook his head slightly, not believing what the waiter said. He picked up the ginseng, took a look at it, and then put it down.
He turned to Yu Qian and said with a smile: "Ginseng is abundant in America, but it is not as precious as in the Ming Dynasty. Although this ginseng looks good and is real, two hundred gins are expensive."
When the waiter heard this, he immediately showed an embarrassed look on his face. He stopped swearing and glanced at Han Du secretly: "This gentleman seems to be very familiar with this ginseng. May I ask who you are?"
Han Du chuckled, shook his head and said, "This kind of ginseng was the first one I brought back to the Ming Dynasty. Do you think I am familiar with it?"
After saying that, he gestured to Yu Qian and the two of them walked out of the store.
"The first one to bring Daming back?" The waiter in the shop watched the two of them walking onto the street. He was stunned for a moment and then suddenly came to his senses.
"It turns out that it's Duke Zhen in person!" The waiter wanted to chase him out, but he just raised his leg and put it down again.
What is the identity of Zhen Guogong? What is his identity?