Early the next morning, Zhu Zhanji came to the gate of the Zhenguo Palace and politely raised his hand to the guard: "Zhu Zhanji is here to visit Princess Anqing. Please pass on the message."
The guard did not dare to neglect and quickly invited him in.
Zhu Zhanji followed the guard to the front hall. Not long after he sat down, he heard the sound of rapid footsteps.
He put down his tea cup and looked up at the door. He immediately saw An Qing running in with his skirt in hand, followed by Han Du who looked helpless.
"Zhu Zhanji pays homage to Her Royal Highness the Princess, and pays homage to the Duke of Zhenguo."
An Qing hurriedly stepped forward and retorted with a smile: "We are all one family, why are you being so polite? Come on, sit down."
Zhu Zhanji was no longer reserved, smiled and sat down openly.
Han Du sat on the right and gave up the seat on the left to An Qing so that she could talk to Zhu Zhanji conveniently. The closest people to Anqing since childhood were Zhu Biao and Zhu Di. Now that Zhu Biao is gone, Zhu Di has gone to America and will not come back.
Although she misses Zhu Di very much, she knows that it will be very difficult to see him again in this life. Being able to see Zhu Zhanji now is some comfort.
"Fourth brother, is he okay?"
Zhu Zhanji smiled and nodded, "Grandpa Huang is very good. He can eat and sleep well."
He said it very easily, but in fact, life in Xinming was not very easy, otherwise he would not be so eager to come to Daming.
Xinming's life was difficult, and Zhu Di was naturally not easy either.
An Qing didn't know the truth, and because Zhu Zhanji's demeanor was casual, she believed it.
"That's the best. That puts my mind at ease."
With that said, An Qing took out the written letter from his sleeve and handed it to Zhu Zhanji, "This is the letter I wrote to my fourth brother. Take it with you when you go back."
Zhu Zhanji took the letter in surprise, then nodded with a smile, "Don't worry, aunt, I will hand it over to Grandpa Huang personally."
As he spoke, he took a breath and sighed: "Actually, Grandpa Huang has missed my aunt very much these past years, and he often talks about my aunt to me."
An Qing was very happy to hear that his fourth brother was still thinking about him even after he went to America.
But when he thought that America was thousands of miles away, An Qing sighed depressedly: "Fourth brother must have had a hard time there in the past few years, right?"
"It's okay, it's okay..." How can Zhu Zhanji answer? It can't be said that Grandpa Huang has been unhappy in the past few years, right?
An Qing didn't believe what he said this time. He rolled his eyes at him and complained: "How can America be so far away? You are just comforting me."
Zhu Zhanji smiled awkwardly. He couldn't lie to An Qing, so he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Han Du saw it, smiled and helped him out, and said to An Qing: "America is rich in products, but it is a land of abundant resources and treasures. There will be no shortage of anything, so don't worry too much."
Unexpectedly, An Qing not only did not feel relieved after hearing Han Du's words, but also became worried.
Looking sideways at Han Du, he said in a dissatisfied tone: "You keep saying that America is good, but what's so good about it? Although I have never been to America, I don't need to think about it to know that America is definitely not as good as Ming Dynasty."
"You are wrong." Han Du shook his head slightly and explained: "The various products in America are no worse than those in the Ming Dynasty. They are even better than the Ming Dynasty in terms of geographical location."
In Han Du's heart, he has been coveting America for a long time. Had it not been for Zhu Biao's insistence, Handu would have refused to let go of America no matter what.
"Better than the Ming Dynasty?" An Qing snorted coldly, staring into Han Du's eyes and asked: "Then you tell me, is America as prosperous as the Ming Dynasty? Is it as convenient as the Ming Dynasty to travel with roads? Is it as peaceful and contented as the Ming Dynasty?"
Han Du didn't expect An Qing to ask such a question. He was stumped and didn't know how to speak.
Is America as prosperous as the Ming Dynasty? It's obviously impossible.
Today's America is still dominated by the indigenous people. They don't even have a unified written language and are still in a barbaric state. How can there be a prosperous market in this situation?
As for roads, I'm afraid Zhu Di would not have built them until he went to America. Aboriginal
People ride horses back and forth, similar to nomads, so how can they build roads?
It is even more impossible to live and work in peace and contentment. Zhu Di is going to occupy the indigenous territory. The natives are not arrogant and will happily give up their land to him. If you want land, you can only snatch it from the natives with swords and guns.
It would be nice if you don't get caught up in fighting all day long. How can you live and work in peace and contentment?
Han Du was a little stunned, but he didn't expect to be asked by An Qing.
"Auntie, America is really a good place." Seeing Han Du being questioned, Zhu Zhanji opened his mouth to help him out.
"Really?" An Qing turned his head and looked at Zhu Zhanji.
Zhu Zhanji nodded vigorously and said with a smile: "Yes, America has abundant rain, which is very suitable for growing food. Since I went to the Americas, although I have been fighting everywhere in the past few years, there has never been a shortage of food. There is enough food, and everything else It’s all little things.”
An Qing nodded secretly as he listened. Zhan Ji was right. Food is the most important thing for the people. As long as they can eat enough, even if they are barely clothed, it won't be a big problem. ap.
Now that the fourth brother is fine, Anqing is relieved. After asking Zhu Zhanji about the situation of the others, she stood up and said to Zhu Zhanji with a smile: "Let Han Du chat with you, and I'll go see if the banquet is ready."
Zhu Zhanji smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Auntie."
Han Du also watched An Qing walk out of the room with a smile on his face, then picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then turned to look at Zhu Zhanji and said, "Thank you just now."
"You're welcome, Duke Zhenguo." Zhu Zhanji knew that Han Du was talking about helping him out, so he smiled slightly.
Han Du pursed his lips and suddenly asked: "Aren't life in America not easy?"
Facing Han Du, Zhu Zhanji lost the smile on his face, and his expression suddenly became bitter.
Han Du looked at him quietly, waiting for his next words.
Zhu Zhanji took a deep breath and sighed: "It's really not that good."
"Oh? What's going on? In terms of strength, those natives should not be your opponents." Han Du was a little surprised. With Zhu Di's ability, couldn't the fully armed army be no match for those natives?
Are you kidding me?
Regardless of tactics and equipment, Zhu Di's soldiers and horses will definitely be able to crush the ragtag indigenous people into dregs. Looking at Zhu Zhanji's expression, it seems like they still suffered a loss?
This was something Han Du didn't expect.
Zhu Zhanji guessed a little bit of Han Du's inner thoughts, shook his head and said: "If it were a head-on confrontation, those natives would certainly not be our opponents. If we had planned it slowly, we would not be surrounded by enemies on all sides like now. But... ....."
Before Zhu Zhanji could finish speaking, Han Du suddenly interjected and asked, "Aren't you moving forward step by step and slowly?"
"No." Zhu Zhanji showed embarrassment on his face. He paused and explained bravely: "When Grandpa Huang heard that the conditions of the Five Great Lakes were very good, he went directly to build a city in the middle of the Five Great Lakes."
