"Lin'er, the Ming Dynasty is in my hands, so we have to take responsibility, right?"
Hearing Zhu Ming's question, Zhu Yuanzhang paused and then looked at his grandson with a heavy look.
He was born into a poor family when he was a child, and that painful memory seemed to be engraved in his mind. Even now that he has become the emperor, he still can't get rid of it.
It is because he is so aware of the suffering experienced by the people below that he is even more responsible for these people.
"In the future, my dear grandson must also remember to be kind to the people."
In Zhu Yuanzhang's heart, Zhu Ming was the future emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and he naturally hoped that Zhu Ming could be a wise king.
"I'll take note of it tomorrow."
Zhu Ming nodded, feeling really heartbroken when he saw Lao Zhu working so hard.
"Can you help me tomorrow?"
He looked at Zhu Yuanzhang who was looking at the memorial seriously with some innocence, and suddenly asked.
After all, I still have knowledge about the future. What if I can help Lao Zhu?
He also sincerely wanted Lao Zhu to be freed from these memorials and relax.
Think of it as repaying Lao Zhu for his kindness in raising him.
"you……"
Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to instinctively reject Zhu Ming's words, but he remembered the methods Zhu Ming had said before and was stunned for a moment.
My good grandson is different from other children.
Even if the method is wrong, you can still be sure of the truth.
I want to train Zhu Ming and let him participate more in government affairs.
"Okay, if you have any ideas tomorrow, just tell Grandpa Huang."
Zhu Yuanzhang finally relaxed and smiled at Zhu Yuanzhang again.
After coming out of Daming Palace, Zhu Ming fell into deep thought.
This is the first time for me to govern the world in two lifetimes.
"Little Emperor Sun, sir has left."
Liu Jin looked at Zhu Ming with a solemn expression, leaned forward with some worry, and whispered that Fang Xiaoru had left.
"Um."
Zhu Ming simply responded and returned to his room.
"What's wrong with the little emperor?"
Liu Jin looked at Zhu Ming with some confusion and whispered.
Zhu Ming sat in the room and sighed helplessly.
Compared with the future era, this Ming Dynasty does have too many problems.
Education and infrastructure are lagging far behind, and it is still not enough to learn from the policies of the future.
The most important thing is the lack of money.
The productivity in ancient times was still too backward.
There is not much time left before the great powers in Europe rise.
To do it, we must be the strongest.
The first thing to do is to liberate people from production.
The first thing is food. Only when there is enough food can more people participate in the construction.
I want this industrial revolution to start with Ming Dynasty and make Ming Dynasty the hegemon of the world.
What are the European powers? From now on there will be no great powers. I, the Ming Dynasty, will be the only great power.
"Liu Jin! Liu Jin!"
Zhu Ming finally seemed to suddenly figure out something and rushed out of the room, looking at Liu Jin excitedly.
"Little grandson, what are you doing?"
Seeing Zhu Ming, who looked depressed just now, now so excited, Liu Jin was even more confused.
Why did this little emperor's grandson go to the Daming Palace today? He seemed to have lost his mind and gone crazy.
"Don't worry, I'm leaving the palace now!"
Before he had time to explain, Zhu Ming dragged Liu Jin, who still looked troubled, and ran outside the palace.
"Your Highness, where are you going?"
Liu Jin looked at Zhu Ming, who was running excitedly in front, and asked again in confusion.
"Farming!"
Zhu Ming simply responded, but his steps did not slow down at all.
If you want to make Ming Dynasty strong and prosperous, the first thing you need to do is to feed the people.
The so-called fullness and warmth make you think about lust.
Malos said that only when low-level needs are met can people be motivated to do other things.
It seems to be called something like the Hierarchy of Needs Theory.
"What? Farming?"
Hearing Zhu Ming's answer, Liu Jin rubbed his ears in disbelief, fearing that he had heard wrongly.
How could the little emperor and grandson, His Majesty's beloved, go to farm?
"Let's go and have a look in the fields outside the city."
Zhu Ming didn't have time to explain too much to Liu Jin. With Liu Jin's current knowledge, he probably couldn't understand it.
He just took Liu Jin out of the imperial city and asked him to take him to the fields where the capital was.
"That's...ok."
Although Liu Jin didn't know what Zhu Ming wanted to do, he didn't dare to go against his wishes and could only respond helplessly.
It is autumn at this time, when the second season of rice begins to mature.
Zhu Ming was led by Liu Jin and was now on the field ridge, looking at the still green rice.
"Which family do you belong to?"
The people on the side looked at the silk and satin on Zhu Ming and Liu Jin, approached them cautiously, and asked warily.
These wealthy young men have never regarded common people like them as human beings.
He was not only afraid that these two children from a wealthy family would cause trouble, but he was also afraid that if something happened to them here, others would pursue them.
"He is..."
Just as Liu Jing was about to speak, Zhu Ming tugged on his clothes behind him, signaling him not to say any more.
"Old man, we are passing businessmen and want to come and see the grain."
Zhu Ming walked up to Liu Jin, looked at the old man and said with a smile.
This old man looked to be in his fifties or sixties, and his waist was already bent. Looking at the dirt on his hands and feet, it was clear that he had just finished working in the fields.
Even such an old man had to work in the fields, and Zhu Ming couldn't help but feel a little moved.
My belief in keeping the people fed has become stronger.
Seeing Zhu Ming's respectful attitude, the old man felt a little uncomfortable.
Not only was the old man stunned, but Liu Jin was also a little surprised to see that his royal grandson had no airs about the common people.
"Liu Jin, bring me some money."
Zhu Ming turned around and glanced at Liu Jin, stretched out his hand, took a banknote from Liu Jin, and gave it to the old man's hand, regardless of the mud on his body: "Old man, I don't understand some questions, can I ask you Any questions?"
"This...I can't bear it, Master."
It seemed that this was the first time that the old man met such a generous young man who did not despise his muddy body. He sent the banknote back and quickly backed away with a wave of his hand.
"Old man, just accept it. You can answer all the questions I will ask later."
Zhu Ming's attitude finally became tougher and he sent the banknote to the old man's arms.
"One thousand taels!"
The old man glanced at the banknotes in his hand. This thousand taels of silver was so much that he could not earn even if he farmed the land all his life.
It is impossible to say that he does not want the money.
Seeing Zhu Ming's tough attitude, he stopped refusing and collected the banknotes.
"Don't worry, I've lived in this area for decades. If you have any questions, sir, just ask."
