"Zi~"
Zhu Zaiming lit a firecracker fuse, stood up and ran backwards. Unexpectedly, he slipped and fell into the snow.
"Kekeke~"
Lin Zhiwei covered her mouth and smiled softly. A window in the harem opened, and two beautiful figures crowded around the window to peek.
As the crackling firecrackers sounded, Zhu Zaiming got up and looked back, came to Lin Zhiwei, picked her up, and spun her around in the snow.
"I'll make you laugh, and my husband will make you faint!"
Feeling the cold wind, the scenery in front of Lin Zhiwei was spinning rapidly, including stone tables covered with thick layers of snow, rows of antique palaces, Concubine Ming and Concubine De, pointing and teasing them...
There are also a group of old brothers standing at the door.
"Your Majesty, a minister is here!"
Lin Zhiwei whispered, and Zhu Zaiming put Lin Zhiwei down in disappointment. He really wanted to make Lin Zhiwei faint.
Zhu Zaiming asked Lin Zhiwei to go in first, then he came to the door and punched Kong Er with a dirty smile on his face.
"Are you still laughing? You're not at home with your family during the Chinese New Year. Why are you here here?"
Kong Er laughed and said: "My family sees you every day, what's so good about it? Today we are here to see His Majesty."
"Happy New Year!"
Everyone bowed their hands to Zhu Zaiming, who smiled slightly and moved out of the way.
"What are you doing standing around? Come in and make dumplings!"
Zhu Zaiming is welcome to have free labor.
As the great purge progressed, Zhu Zaiming was cautious and prudent. Before the reorganization of the court was completed, he insisted on keeping the harem and the Jinshen Palace in line.
Eliminate any possibility of accidents.
In the harem, more than a dozen maids previously employed were required to take paid leave, and everything was handled by Queen Lin Zhiwei.
Zhu Zaiming and the two pregnant concubines were all taken care of by Lin Zhiwei.
Currently, only the old brothers who were in Australia are allowed to enter the harem.
inside the house.
A group of elderly men gathered around a large round table. On the table were stacks of dumpling wrappers and shiny leek and pork fillings.
Kong Er spread out a piece of dumpling wrapper, put a large piece of filling on it, and then wrapped it...it couldn't be wrapped anymore.
Kong Er frowned. He looked at Shen Yulong beside him and saw that he also had too much filling. He pinched the filling with his right hand and broke the dough and dropped it on the table.
"Hahaha, Old Shen, you are going to laugh me to death~"
Shen Yulong pushed Kong Er, put the stuffing on the table back into the big bowl, and threw the dough into his mouth.
Kong Er was shocked. Seeing Shen Yulong's face full of enjoyment, he had doubts in his heart.
Can this dough be eaten raw?
No, I want to try it too!
Kong Er said nothing, picked up one and stuffed it into his mouth, then put on the pain mask.
There is no grease or fillings on it, and the dough tastes like chewing wax when eaten dry. Only if you chew it for a long time will it become a little sweet.
This time it was Shen Yulong's turn to laugh.
Dong Zhiwei next to him sighed and carefully filled the plate, making each dumpling very beautifully.
Dong Zhiwei picked up the plate and was about to take it to the kitchen. He looked at Kong Er and Shen Yunlong and sighed again.
Kong Er raised his head, looked at Dong Zhiwei curiously, and said, "Old Dong, from the moment you sat on the table, I heard you sigh several times? Why, who messed with you again?"
"Who messed with me?"
Dong Zhiwei put down the plate, sat back on the chair, and pointed at Kong Er and Shen Yulong.
"Look at you guys. You can't make dumplings since they were served on the table. Look at what you are making."
Kong Er picked up the plate and took a look, seeing all kinds of weird dumplings piled up on the plate, he said indifferently.
"What's wrong with being ugly? It's not like you can't eat it!"
"Ge Ying...be careful if it falls into the pot and it will fall apart!"
"If it falls apart, it will fall apart. It's not impossible to just cook it into pieces of soup when the time comes."
"Hahaha, you are still a piece of soup. I think you are a stick."
Everyone else laughed, and a cheerful atmosphere filled the room.
At this time, Zhu Zaiming came out of the kitchen wearing an apron. He saw several people laughing and making noise, wiped his hands and came to the table.
He picked up the plate in front of Kong Er with disgust, and sighed deeply, saying: "Lao Kong, and Lao Shen, I have prepared two separate pots for you. You can eat your own dumplings later!" "
Ten minutes later.
Kong Er looked at the big plate in front of him and the boiled dumplings stuck together. He looked left and right and felt that these things looked like everything except dumplings.
"Eat, why are you standing around? After you finish eating, cook for yourself."
"Hey~"
Kong Er and Shen Yulong looked at each other, picked up the plates and poured them into their mouths.
Everyone looked at the two people in shock.
Qin Yuanzheng and Zhu Zaiming were bragging. They turned around and saw Kong Er holding his head high and biting into one third of the "strange dumpling cake".
What's even more outrageous is that Shen Yulong directly mixed the dumplings with noodle soup and ate them as liquid food.
"As expected of a member of the General's Palace, he has a big appetite!"
Chen Xian, the Minister of Household Affairs, muttered and looked at Xu Qi next to him.
Xu Qi saw Chen Xian looking at him, grinned, and suddenly thought of something, and said: "Old Chen, Nestlé is about to start construction. Your Ministry of Accounts must transfer the funds to our account on time."
Nestlé is actually the name of a building, which is the Ming Dynasty National Stadium. The address has been designated, on the plain south of Xiaoling Mausoleum.
In the future, a series of buildings will be built around Nestle to form the second largest commercial district in Jinling.
Chen Xian looked embarrassed. Everyone wanted the money from this household department, but it was currently the period of great purges, and many accounts had not yet been sorted out.
For a big project like Nestlé, it is currently difficult for the Ministry of Household Affairs to squeeze out cash.
"Old Chen, how much money does the household department have in the account now?"
Zhu Zaiming fed Lin Zhiwei a dumpling, turned around and asked.
"There are still 130 million...but there are less than 30 million that can move."
Chen Xian gave a number.
Kong Er and Shen Yulong's eyes lit up when they heard that the Ministry of Finance still had so much money.
Chen Xian looked at the two of them, raised his middle finger, and said, "Don't even think about it, you two. Next year's military expenditures will not go to the Ministry of Accounts for the time being."
"ah?"
Kong Er and Shen Yulong were confused and looked at Zhu Zaiming.
Zhu Zaiming smiled and moved the dishes on the table.
Gradually, the plates formed a pattern on the table.
The civil servants didn't see what it was, but Kong Er and Shen Yulong did.
"This is... a map of the world?"
Zhu Zaiming nodded and said.
"The Ming Dynasty is still in the construction period, and you always feel that the funds are not enough. I can't reduce expenditures, so I can only increase revenue.
Looking at this map, there are nearly 10 million indigenous people in South America and 20 million people in North America. They are all targets of our exploitation.
Next year's military spending will depend on how much benefit the military can gain in South and North America! "
Kong Er and Shen Yulong looked happy.
Zhu Zaiming's intention was obvious, that is, to send troops to rob.
From forestry resources to various mineral deposits, they are all objects that can be looted.
As for the aborigines…
Zhu Zaiming would support some tribes to form states and develop production within designated areas.
They would be a dumping ground for Ming products.
