The construction of Zhengyang Avenue was not only surprising to the people of the capital, but also to foreign ministers, it was even more amazing.
"It's so fast. It only took about a month to build such a big road."
"If at this speed, within ten years, there will be roads like this everywhere in the entire Ming Dynasty, then the traffic in the entire Ming Dynasty will become extremely high-speed."
Pi'erma Heima stood beside Zhengyang Avenue, looking at the endless flow of people on both sides, and sighed.
Since the construction of Zhengyang Avenue began, Pi'erma Heima, who had originally planned to go back in the spring, suddenly had no idea of leaving the Ming Dynasty. He wanted to witness it.
At present, the houses on both sides of Zhengyang Avenue have just started to be built, and there is no place to drink tea.
The weather started to warm up, and every morning, Pirma Heima would come over and watch.
Like Pierma Heima, there are also many foreign ministers from other small countries, and they also come to watch every day.
Anyone with some knowledge can understand what such a path means.
In Zhu Ying's opinion, the current principles of the Ming Dynasty are muddy, and the official system of the post station is very backward, but it also depends on who you compare with.
In other countries, including the Timur Empire, there are no official roads for post stations, they are all dirt roads.
Whether it is marching or people doing business, it is very difficult.
Inevitably, after seeing the construction process before and after Zhengyang Avenue, they have begun to think about cement.
"Tell me, do we have a chance to get the secret recipe of this cement?"
Pi'erma Heima asked softly.
When the Mongolian foreign minister next to him heard this, his eyes also showed desire. After thinking for a while, he replied: "Your Highness, I think there should be a chance."
"I have sent people around to inquire. It is said that the formula of cement was invented by the great grandson of the Ming Dynasty. He recruited craftsmen from the Obalo countries and worked with the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty."
"Those envoys from small countries are really stupid to target the Oubaluo craftsmen. The invention of cement must be in the hands of the Ming Dynasty."
"The spies have received news that these craftsmen live in a camp in the northern suburbs of the capital. They are extremely tightly guarded and have troops stationed by the Ming Guard. It is extremely difficult to steal the secret recipe."
"What we can do now is to find ways to bribe officials who have access to the secret recipe so that we can have a chance to get it."
Hearing the word bribe, Pi'erma Heima said helplessly: "But we don't have much money anymore."
Since arriving in the capital, Pi'erma Heima felt like he had seen a new world.
Samarkand is not as colorful as the capital city. Especially this Spring Festival, it is an eye-opener for Pierma Heima and he forgets everything he has had.
After initially enjoying a luxurious life with Mr. Zhou, as the grandson of Timur, he naturally did not live a frugal life.
However, although they brought a lot of gold and silver, they had no income and only expenses. No matter how much money they had, they could not withstand it.
The reason why he wanted to leave was because Pierma Heima didn't have much money left.
The Mongolian minister rolled his eyes and said, "Your Highness, why don't you write to the Khan about the situation here and ask the Khan to bring some money."
"I believe Khan is very interested in cement. If we have cement to build roads, it will be easier for our army to march, and the territory that Khan can control will become wider."
"Khan will definitely try his best to get the secret recipe of cement."
Pi'erma's black eyes lit up and he said happily: "What you said makes sense. I will write to Grandpa right away."
But after he finished speaking, he said helplessly: "But the time for the letters to come back and forth is too long. Even if it is faster, it will take more than half a year for grandpa's money to come over."
The location of Timur in Samarkand is thousands of miles away from the capital of the Ming Dynasty. No matter how fast the messenger is, a round trip will take more than half a year or even a year.
It's not too late for cement formulations.
But in such a year, Pi'erma Heima's life here can only become very frugal.
For foreign ministers in the Ming Dynasty, the treatment was pretty good, certainly no salary, but food and housing were included.
The accommodation is not bad, but in terms of food, it is naturally impossible to say that there is a lot of fish and meat.
Not being able to enjoy delicious food was unacceptable to Pirma Heima.
The Mongolian foreign minister gave advice and said: "Your Highness can write another letter to the grassland. The commander there is His Highness's uncle Shaharu. I believe that when His Highness the Fourth Prince knows this news, he will definitely bring a lot of money."
Pi'erma Heima's eyes lit up, and he patted the Mongolian foreign minister on the shoulder and praised loudly: "It's a very wonderful idea. My uncle will definitely support me strongly after knowing this."
"Now that he is fighting on the grassland, he must have accumulated a lot of wealth. I want him to send me more."
"As long as we can get the secret recipe of cement, no matter how much it costs, it will be worth it."
After the conversation, Pirma Heima and the Mongolian foreign minister rushed to the residence.
They must quickly arrange a messenger to convey the news to Shaharul on the grassland.
Shaharul is the fourth son of Timur. He is very outstanding. After knowing the effectiveness of cement, he will definitely support it strongly.
The streets were bustling with people, and Pilma Heima's conversation with the Mongolian foreign minister was not too taboo, because they used Turkic language and did not worry about others knowing their communication.
This is the case for many small foreign ministers. When chatting privately, they will use their own language.
"The accents these two guys speak make me really tired."
As soon as Pirma Heima and the Mongolian foreign minister left, the two lean men who had been hiding next to them came out.
One of them complained.
"Come on, it's pretty good. I can generally understand it. If they use the Turkic language from Samarkand, that would be a big problem."
The older man said.
"Hey, Lao Litou, don't say anything. If that's the case, I'd still listen more easily. You have to know that I grew up in the Western Region."
Hearing what Old Li Tou said, the younger man argued.
Lao Litou was too lazy to answer and urged: "Okay, only you can do it. Go back to the Yamen. We have gained a lot this time."
The young Jin Yiwei pursed his lips and said: "What can be gained? None of these foreign ministers have the idea of plowing cement. We report it just to register."
Lao Litou said with a smile: "You guys, you have to practice more. The benefits are all in your mouth, and they can still escape."
"On weekdays, I want you to use your brain more and stop focusing on women. It's about him writing a letter to Shaharul on the grassland."
Young Jin Yiwei was confused and didn't understand.
Old Li Tou could only continue to explain: "What is the content of this letter? It naturally talks about the benefits of cement, and the key is money."
"Shaharu of the grassland, the fourth son of Timur, is said to be a man of great talent and strategy, and can win every battle. Such a person will definitely not be stingy with money after knowing the formula of cement."
The young Jin Yiwei was still a little confused: "What does that have to do with us?"
Old Li was furious and slapped the rotten wood on the head, making him scream.
Then he scolded: "You guys are really stupid. You don't even think about how far it is from the grassland to our capital."
"They must have come secretly to transport money like this, and they will not report it to our court."
"If something happens on the road and money is lost, what does it have to do with our Ming Dynasty?"
"Even if there is any guess, it is just a mute eating Coptidis chinensis and unable to express his suffering."
"You may say that this credit is great or not."
Young Jin Yiwei's eyes were shining, and he was mumbling with laughter, "Big! Big! Big!"
Seeing this hopeless look, Old Li Tou wanted to slap him again.
But immediately, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Such merit is enough for the two of them to be promoted to the rank of Jinyiwei Xiaoqi.
Don't underestimate Jinyiwei Xiaoqi. Although he is only from the seventh rank, he is an official and has a lot of power in his hands.
The most important thing is that according to the latest regulations, this kind of reward is not small.
Thinking of his son, Lao Litou felt hot in his heart: "Let's go back to the Yamen, so as not to have a long night and many dreams."
Old Li Tou and Xiao Young are just a microcosm of the members of Jinyiwei.
Almost all foreign ministers are under the strict supervision of Jin Yiwei.
No matter which small country you come from or what language you speak, you can find the corresponding translation here at Jinyiwei.
For example, the Oubaluo craftsmen recruited by Zhu Ying from across the ocean can also answer questions fluently here at Jinyiwei.
For Jin Yiwei, any language that is currently known, no matter how small it is, must have someone to learn it.
This is the foundation of a great country.
It's March in the capital, and spring is warm and flowers are blooming.
Zhu Ying woke up from her sleep, a familiar fragrance circulated, and she immediately opened her eyes.
What caught his eye was Ye Yueqing's slightly shy face.
Bai Qi’s bright eyes and a blush on her crystal cheeks.
This morning rhythm made Zhu Ying's throat roll and her mouth went dry.
Looking at each other for a moment, Ye Yueqing quickly lowered her head to avoid it.
My heart is like a deer bumping around.
Zhu Ying glanced around and saw that Guo Zhong, who was usually by his side, was not in the room at the moment.
After forcing herself to calm down, Zhu Ying asked: "It's so early, is there anything important?"
Hearing this, Ye Yueqing lowered her head even further and replied softly:
"His Majesty ordered me to move into Kunning Palace from today on."
When Zhu Ying heard this, he knew what was going on.
Previously, when the master urged the marriage, Zhu Ying subconsciously shied away and said that the ceremony would be held after the Zhengyang Avenue was completed.
The wedding ceremony will be held on Zhengyang Avenue.
Zhu Yuanzhang felt good about it, so he agreed.
Now that the Zhengyang Avenue is about to open, naturally the wedding has to be put on the agenda.
Zhu Ying smiled bitterly in her heart.
The old man is planning a sneak attack. He wants to cook the rice first. If I am not mistaken, I am afraid that the date has already been set at the Qintian Prison.
According to the old man's temperament, it is estimated that it was recently.
He has been busy with political affairs these days. Although Zhu Ying did not pay much attention to the harem, according to the usual practice, he had already made preparations when he became the grandson, and now he is ready.
After thinking about it, Zhu Ying had no resistance at all, but the atmosphere was a bit charming.
"Let me help His Highness change his clothes."
Seeing Zhu Ying get up, Ye Yueqing took the initiative and said.
Zhu Ying's mouth moved slightly, subconsciously refusing, but when the words came to her lips, she almost turned into: "Okay!"
Taisun's regular clothes are relatively simple to wear.
With Ye Yueqing's help, it took less than a stick of incense to get dressed.
Wash yourself, tie your hair, and wear your crown.
This was the first time that Zhu Ying had someone to serve him.
It has been a long time since he entered the palace, but before that, Zhu Ying had done all these things by himself. The eunuchs could only help him put on his coat.
In order to prevent the princes and grandsons from being obsessed with women, Zhu Yuanzhang wasted his knowledge and body.
Therefore, it is stipulated that no maids of appropriate age should serve before the crown.
After everything was completed, Zhu Ying was ready to go to court.
Guo Zhong appeared at the right time, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty has given instructions. There is no need to go to court today."
The implication is naturally very clear.
"There's nothing to do, so why not go on a spring outing?"
After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Ying spoke.
Ye Yueqing agreed without hesitation: "Listen to His Highness's instructions."
Guo Zhong listened and smiled happily.
When I report to His Majesty later, I will have something to say.
Zhu Ying, who was just about to go out, had no choice but to go back and change clothes.
"Yueqing, you brought some clothes here." Zhu Ying asked casually.
Guo Zhong replied from the side: "Your Highness, don't worry, all the clothes of the empress have been moved to the palace."
At Guo Zhong's instruction, the two palace maids immediately delivered the clothes.
According to etiquette, the concubine did not have a separate bedroom.
Therefore, even things like changing clothes can only be done in Zhu Ying's bedroom.
After Ye Yueqing helped Zhu Ying change into an ordinary brocade robe, she felt a little at a loss.
Because none of the palace maids or eunuchs came into the room.
Obediently guarding the door.
After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Ying said: "Let me help you change your clothes."
Ye Yueqing heard softly: "Yes."
When Zhu Ying put her hand on Ye Yueqing's shoulder, her heart beat faster.
Outside the palace.
"How could eldest brother do this? Didn't I promise that I would come to him?"
"Sister, my sister-in-law is here now. Grandpa Huang has ordered her to live in the palace directly. You must let your affairs go."
"But I also want to go out and play today. Why, don't you want to?"
"Don't worry, sister, we will get involved when the eldest brother comes out later. The eldest brother will definitely not refuse. I just asked Eunuch Guo. The eldest brother will take the sister-in-law to the countryside for a spring outing later."
Zhu Mingyue's eyes lit up as she listened, and then she said, "Yunxi, do me a favor."
Zhu Yunxi pursed his lips, knowing that his sister would say this.
"Okay, I understand. Why don't you just let me ask someone to send a message to your lover?"
"Brother is right, sister, you are Sichun now."
Zhu Mingyue waved her small fist in an aura and hit Zhu Yunxi: "I told you to talk nonsense."
Zhu Yunxi yelled: "Hitting someone! Beating someone!"
Zhu Mingyue was immediately frightened and covered Zhu Yunxi's mouth.
"Uh huh..."
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