Zhu Yunxi followed Zhu Biao back to the East Palace.
There were many meanings in the prince's words. He wanted to say something several times, but in the end he was covered up in the unnatural laughter.
Wait until Zhu Yunxi bid farewell to Zhu Biao and returns to his palace.
As soon as they entered the palace garden, they saw Cai Die and Cailian standing at the door of the palace, looking up into the room from time to time.
Zhu Yunxi stepped forward and asked, "How?"
Looking into the room, he saw a group of palace eunuchs quickly packing up their bedding in the room.
A silk and brocade quilt with a jade-like color was brand new spread on the bed.
The fleshy Cai Die whispered: "Your Highness, he is from the empress's side."
Zhu Yunxi's eyes narrowed: "What are they going to do?"
Cai Die lowered her voice and said, "They said that the empress felt that the weather was getting hotter and she specially sent these ice silk quilts for His Highness. As for the old ones, she took them out and threw them away."
"Replace with a new one?"
Zhu Yunxi murmured in confusion and glanced inside again. At this time, the people who came from Lu's side had already packed the original bedding, and several people carried it and walked outside.
"Third Master."
The elderly eunuch walking in the front whispered with a smile on his face: "The empress said that she was about to fall into ambush. The third master has been afraid of heat since he was a child. This year, he rushed ahead of schedule and changed the old bedding for the third master. The slaves took him out and threw him away."
Zhu Yunxi nodded and was puzzled by Lu's sudden outpouring of affection. He waved his hand and said, "My mother and concubine are worried about me, so you can go ahead."
After driving away the people sent by the Lu family, Zhu Yunxi asked Cai Die and Cailian to get some tea, and then he went to the desk.
Ever since he came to the Ming Dynasty and became Zhu Yunxi, he had almost no time to breathe these days.
Driving away Huang Zicheng, getting the opportunity to leave the palace to study military affairs, meeting with the general, and gaining Fang Xiaoru's allegiance, everything continued until today.
He finally began his first orthodox transformation of the Ming Dynasty, the most impeccable in the Central Plains.
land reform.
In this day and age, land is the source of everything.
It is precisely for this reason that Zhu Yunxi directly raised this huge proposition.
After all, in the overseas oceans now, apart from the giant waves and monsters, there are almost no traces of humans.
Except for the Ming Dynasty, almost all of the land that occupies 30% of the world is in a state of chaotic and ignorant barbarians.
The land is there. If Ming Dynasty does not occupy it, it will be robbed by those who come up later.
The concept of colonization is so advanced for today's Ming Dynasty that both Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao were vague and never clearly expressed their thoughts.
This made Zhu Yunxi feel uncontrollable for the first time.
Holding the ink pen in his hand and looking at the blank paper, Zhu Yunxi's thoughts were racing.
Colonization can only solve the problem of future resource competition, but internal land reform has not been proposed by Zhu Yunxi to this day.
A few moments.
He picked up the pen and moved the ink, and the brushstrokes slid gently on the paper.
"Everything spreads out over an acre."
"Officials and gentry receive food from one body."
"Business Tax Reform."
Several reform measures that have been verified were written down by Zhu Yunxi one by one.
Looking at the handwriting in front of him, Zhu Yunxi breathed out a sigh of relief.
As an old saying goes, before fighting against the outside world, you must first make peace with the inside.
Zhu Yunxi deeply believed in this point.
No matter how many thousands of miles the Ming Dynasty expands its territory in the future, it will still be the ancestral land of the Central Plains.
If the internal politics cannot be clear, officials cannot be honest, and the people cannot be prosperous.
The Roman Empire, which dominated the entire Mediterranean and regarded it as a lake, would not collapse overnight.
However, these measures are all reform measures that can lead to turmoil in the Ming Dynasty if not carefully implemented.
Zhu Yunxi frowned slightly, reached out to grab the piece of paper, balled it up in his hand, and then immersed it in the inkstone beside him.
He watched the paper absorb the ink at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the entire paper turned black, and then he looked away.
The old man asked him to sort out and write down some colonial policies and submit them to him, but this matter was not urgent.
Right now, he wants to write a letter to his fourth uncle.
Picking up the pen again, Zhu Yunxi muttered in a low voice, with a dragon dancing on his hand.
"Fourth uncle personally approves."
"My nephew Yunxi paid homage to Yingtian City from a distance."
"It has been more than ten years since my fourth uncle left Beijing and returned to the north. My nephew thinks about him often. I remember my uncle asking my grandfather to allow my nephew to go out to study military affairs. My nephew is very grateful."
"..."
Zhu Yunxi wrote so eloquently that in the blink of an eye, several pieces of paper were filled.
Holding the last piece of paper in his hand, he lowered his head and opened his mouth slightly, blowing out air gently and brushing the ink on the paper that had not yet dried.
Set it aside until the writing is dry before sealing it in an envelope.
"Sun Cheng."
After finishing a family letter, Zhu Yunxi's worries disappeared from his brows, and he became filled with heroic spirit.
Sun Cheng, the flag officer of the Yulin Guards, quickly responded and came in from outside.
When he arrived in front of Zhu Yunxi, he cupped his fists and shouted: "Third Master!"
Zhu Yunxi held the letter in his hand, raised his hand and handed it out: "Send someone to send this letter to Peking and hand it over to my fourth uncle!"
Sun Cheng took the letter, but hesitantly.
According to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, clans were not allowed to communicate in private, let alone exchange letters.
Even if the vassal king wanted to contact the court, he had to follow the rules and write a memorial and send it to Yingtian City to speak.
Zhu Yunxi's behavior obviously violated the rules.
Sun Cheng raised his head and looked at him, a little puzzled. The third master should know this rule, but why he insists on doing it himself.
Zhu Yunxi glared: "If you are asked to do it, do it. What are you afraid of?"
Sun Cheng opened his mouth, but he couldn't tell the trouble.
If His Majesty finds out in the end, the anger may not fall on the Third Master, but it will definitely fall on him.
Seeing that Sun Cheng was still hesitant, Zhu Yunxi said in a deep voice: "You are mine, if something happens, I will bear it for you!"
We are the Third Master’s people!
Sun Cheng, who was still hesitant at first, took a deep breath and stared at Zhu Yunxi with wide eyes.
He nodded solemnly: "My subordinates will make arrangements right away. I will definitely deliver this letter to His Highness King Yan intact!"
As he spoke, he put the letter close to his chest, turned around and left in a hurry.
Looking at Sun Cheng's leaving figure, Zhu Yunxi smiled slightly.
I guess it won't take long for the old man to get the letter he wrote. But no matter how the old man thinks, he will never think that he is just writing a letter to his fourth uncle.
…
In the Zhongji Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was about to use some soup and enter the night battle memorial state, watched the commander of the Jinyiwei Jiang Yu get a copied letter and the original in front of him, and looked at the other party to ask.
"Is this written by Yunxi to the fourth child?"
