"Which son in Wenwen Township dares to say we are tired?"
Sitting on a soft couch with a charcoal fire, Zhu Ping crossed his legs, swaying and looking at his eldest nephew with confidence on his face.
Zhu Yunxi got off his butt, leaned to the side, stretched out his hands to get closer to the charcoal basin, and slowly rubbed the palms and backs of his hands as the fire roasted them.
"You feel sorry for your nephew, why doesn't it hurt you?"
Zhu Xi snorted twice: "You know that these officials from Zhejiang Province are so evil that they want to harm our nephew with a girl from nowhere? My second uncle will bear the burden for you.
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Zhu Yunxi smiled, frowned and said, "Actually, I can't blame them. It was only because my nephew repeatedly hinted that they sent the person here..."
Zhu Xi was stunned for a moment, turned sideways and frowned, his expression gradually becoming awkward.
"What bad thoughts are you thinking about? Don't say that you feel guilty that my second uncle and I are accompanying you out in the cold winter, so you got a woman to warm your second uncle's bed."
"I have this idea..." Zhu Yunxi said, seeing that the second uncle had glared, he quickly changed his words: "Actually, it's nothing, it just makes them unable to guess my thoughts. They don't know what will happen next. They
He will panic. As long as he panics, there will be trouble. Only the second uncle can get rid of the trouble."
Zhu Xiang waved his hand quickly, with a look of reluctance on his face: "Don't tell us what to do and how to do it. You have the final say."
Zhu Yunxi suddenly bared his teeth and retracted his hands, holding them in his arms.
Busy talking, he temporarily forgot that he was still warming himself by the fire.
But before he could feel the pain, he frowned and looked at the red-hot brazier in front of him.
The brazier contains incense charcoal that only officials and dignitaries can afford.
There is no smoke, and the aroma will be released when burning.
Zhu Xi frowned and waved, and the soldiers waiting aside quickly brought the ointment and brought it over to apply it on the emperor's grandson.
Zhu Yunxi shook his head and refused.
He looked at the charcoal fire in the brazier, burning flickeringly under the fluidity of the air.
Turning his head to look at his second uncle Zhu Xiang.
"Second uncle, when you and third uncle were in the Qin and Jin dynasties, were there many nirvana mines in the areas under your jurisdiction?"
Zhu Xi was a little confused as to why he would mention this matter at this time, but he just watched his eldest nephew reluctantly ask about it.
He pondered for a moment before nodding and saying: "There are certainly many nirvana mines."
Zhu Yunxi nodded affirmatively.
Nishi was later coal.
As an important energy material, China has a long history of developing and using it.
It is recorded in the Wuzangshan Jing of the "Shan Hai Jing" that during the Warring States Period, "there were many beryls on the Benwen mountain, including yellow chalk and nirvana stones."
During the Western Han, Wei and Jin Dynasties, there were coal mines with a depth of eight feet and coal mine caves that could accommodate more than a hundred people.
Speaking of which, Emperor Wen of Han's brother-in-law also dug coal when he was very poor.
In the Song Dynasty, there was a situation where "millions of households in Bianjing city all relied on charcoal, and no one burned fuel."
Nowadays, most of the iron ore smelting sites in the Ming Dynasty use coal as fuel.
However, due to the mining technology, most of them are open-pit mines and coal mines that are not deeply buried, and have not reached a state where the entire Central Plains society is using it as fuel.
After sorting out his thoughts, Zhu Yunxi's eyes slowly became deeper.
He thought of the dark clouds covering the sky and the constant acid rain in the sky across the strait in the far west of Thailand.
He also thought of the steam engine that was created to solve the problem of mining efficiency!
The Central Plains may be short of oil, but it definitely is not short of coal.
While Zhu Yunxi was thinking about these things, Zhu Xiang, who was cross-legged, looked at his eldest nephew who didn't say a word. He thought it was an evil spirit and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wave it in front of Zhu Yunxi's eyes.
"Brother Xi?"
Zhu Yunxi responded and immediately got up from the soft couch.
"Paper and pen!"
The soldiers of the Qin vassal who were guarding here didn't know why the emperor's grandson wanted paper and pen at this time, but they immediately took the paper and pen.
Zhu Xi also got up curiously and walked to the desk.
I saw that Zhu Yunxi had already picked up the pen and ink.
"Writing the Ming Dynasty, all the Japanese countries suppressed the Japanese army."
This is to issue an order to the Japanese-controlled army commanded by Li Jinglong in the Japanese country!
Zhu Xiang's eyes suddenly flashed, and he moved behind Zhu Yunxi without realizing it, standing on tiptoes to read what he was going to write next.
I saw Zhu Yunxi writing non-stop, and his writing was like a dragon or a phoenix.
"The north and the south of the Japanese country are currently at odds with each other, and there are many wars. The people are bound to be displaced and homeless, with no food in their bellies and no shelter in their bodies. The Ming Dynasty should be benevolent and righteous. It can negotiate with the north and south of the Japanese country, or it can set its own price and spend money on the Japanese country.
Rescue the people trapped in the war and send them back to our country."
"Zhu Yunxi, grandson of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty."
It is very short, and the writing also reflects the benevolence, justice and kindness of Ming Dynasty as a great country.
Sun Cheng also took out the Emperor Taisun Seal from his arms.
Dip it with ink pad and use it in writing.
Zhu Yunxi dried the pen and ink, put the text into an envelope, and handed it to Sun Cheng.
"Send Jin Yiwei and a fast boat to the Japanese-Japanese Army camp. This matter will be personally supervised by Tie Xuan, the leader of the Wenhua Palace."
Sun Cheng bowed and clasped his fists, accepted the order solemnly, turned around and stepped back to make arrangements for the delivery of the written edict.
At this moment, Zhu Xi held his hands in his arms and looked at his eldest nephew with a thoughtful expression.
"You kid, you don't know what you are pretending to be. We are in Zhejiang now, and you are still worrying about things in Japan."
Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly, and when he got to the front, he personally poured a cup of hot tea for his second uncle and delivered it to him personally.
"My nephew thought that the nirvana stones in Shanxi Province and Shaanxi Province could be used for burning. In the former Song Dynasty, every household in Bianjing used nirvana stones. In the Ming Dynasty, it is only used by the mines under the general supervision and a few local people." p>
"Thinking about the sudden snow disaster in Zhejiang Province, countless people were displaced and endured hunger and cold in the ice and snow in the wilderness. My nephew couldn't bear it. If our country can mine nirvana on a large scale, people all over the world can use it in the cold winter.
Endless Nirvana, what a prosperous age it must be!"
Zhu Xi curled his lips and drank the hot tea offered by his good nephew in one gulp.
Then he squinted his eyes and said quietly: "You are indeed uncompromisingly benevolent and righteous to the people of the Ming Dynasty. But those people of the Japanese country... Hey! We also want to see how prosperous our dynasty will be!"
Shaoshi.
In the warm room, there was a burst of unbridled laughter from the uncle and nephew.
……
Zhejiang Road.
The heavy snow that lasted for more than a month never stopped for a moment.
The flying snow all over the sky accumulated on the ground, reaching the point where it could bury even a person’s waist.
Outside the prefectures and counties of Fucheng, villages were crushed by heavy snow, with ruins everywhere and few people visible.
Even the green pines and green bamboos that have been sung about in poems for countless years were finally bent under the heavy snow again.
The sharp fracture is brutally exposed in the wild.
Under the heavy snow, it seems peaceful, but there is always an undercurrent gathering and surging.
"Bang bang bang."
In Pujiang County, Jinhua Prefecture, in front of the four city gates, there was a sound of gongs.