Prince Yan's Mansion.
Zhu Zhanji was listening to his subordinate's report.
"...One hundred thousand divine thunderbolts..."
"...five thousand cannons..."
"...Three million bullets..."
Zhu Zhanji smiled with satisfaction as he listened to the numbers that everyone revealed one after another. Although these are 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 could these slaves be armed to deal with sneak attacks by the natives, but they could also be trained as craftsmen or farmers because of the common language.
Although these slaves were natives of the governor's mansions of the Ming Dynasty, they had lived in the governor's mansion of the Ming Dynasty for many years and gradually learned to speak Chinese. Although it is impossible to reach the level of Ming Dynasty people, there is 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, 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 100,000 people are tested one by one, how long will it take? Anyway, 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: "Actually, it's 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. How to eat."
"Eating is the first priority for all slaves. If you don't even know how to eat, then of course you can't understand Chinese."
Zhu Zhanji was silent for a while, couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, 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 going back. Although they didn't stay in the capital for long, they were used to the life here.
The capital is bustling, and you can see different and strange things every day. Compared with the new Ming Dynasty in America, this place is simply the dream of peace and happiness.
In the Americas, 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 death at any time.
The capital city 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 asked everyone to go down and prepare to go back. He was sitting in the middle of the lobby, his eyes bright and he didn't know what he was thinking.
...
"Are you going back?" Han Du changed his repulsive mood when he saw Zhu Zhanji just now and expressed a bit of joy.
asked.
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 being alone in the capital, sir? Do you hope that I can go back quickly?"
right! That's right! This is 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... You should not even come back. Then my father-in-law doesn’t have to worry about it for so long. .
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 hadn't made a decision yet, Han Du would tell him that "it's better to choose a day than to hit it." 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 leaving.
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 was the old fox that Grandpa Huang called him, and he was not given a chance to seize the opportunity.
"I still have to say goodbye to the emperor. It will take a lot of time." Zhu Zhanji was not 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 you may not 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 themselves. But Zhu Zhanji not only has his favorite horse, but probably more than one. Horse riding is a way of travel for him. There is nothing good 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's at the racetrack? A good horse...a rider...a singer...or a hot air balloon show...it doesn't matter. If Zhu Zhanji wants it, Han Du can do it. 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?"
Tomorrow...are you in such a hurry? Han Du glanced at Zhu Zhanji with some doubts, but did not see any problem. He nodded and said, "Yes, your highness is waiting at the racecourse at any time."
