I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

"Son, what's going on? Well, why did your elder brother anger the old man again? And why did you kill that Baihu? Tell your father quickly, and see if there is a remedy for it?"

Seeing her husband sulking, Mrs. Zhang on the side frowns and her son keeps silent, urging her anxiously.

Zhu Zhangui, who was frowning and thinking, saw his mother anxious, and quickly comforted him: "Mother, don't worry, it's nothing serious."

"My elder brother is because of that young lady. As for the reason, it may be because that young lady offended the old man with his words, and the old man locked her up in a fit of anger. The boss is pleading for her."

"As for that Baihu, it was because he was delaying me from doing what my grandpa told me, and because he intended to hurt me with a knife. In an emergency, I killed him. It's not a big deal. If it wasn't for Daddy just now I, I am going to report these things to the old man."

"It turned out to be like this. It scared me to death. I thought you two brothers had done something to offend the old man."

After listening to Zhu Zhangui's explanation, Mrs. Zhang felt relieved.

But then, she frowned again and said, "Boss is really disobedient. What's so good about that girl surnamed Sun? She's not big or small, and she doesn't have any manners that a woman should have. I really don't understand why the boss is interested in him." Is it one o'clock?"

Zhu Pangpang looked up at Zhu Zhangui, saw him blinking at him, nodded, stood up and said to Zhang: "Okay, now that you know the reason, you should rest assured. Go get someone to prepare it." Let's have dinner, I will accompany the second child to the old man's place, and bring the eldest one back by the way."

Relieved, Mrs. Zhang nodded.

"Okay, you go early and come back early, I will ask Hu Shanxiang to prepare dinner."

After fooling Mrs. Zhang away, Zhu Pangpang dragged Zhu Zhangui to the bedroom where the old man was resting.

Zhu Pangpang didn't say anything along the way, and when he was almost at the place, he whispered seriously to Zhu Zhangui:

"Son, I don't know what thoughts and plans you have in mind, but you have to remember that what others can give you, others can also take back from you. You have to do what you should do, and what you should not touch, Don't even touch it, or you'll have nothing."

After finishing speaking, he sighed and laughed at himself: "Your father and I have been in charge of the country for so many years, and have managed the whole world for the old man, and have done many things, big and small. But it's not like the old man just said a word, and he will come back after feeding the dog. Feed the dog."

"Your father and I are a lesson from the past. You should take it as a warning, don't mess around and squander all your current advantages."

Zhu Zhangui stopped his father's shoulder sympathetically.

"Don't worry, dad, I have some things to measure."

Zhu Pangpang heard the words, looked at Zhu Zhangui for a while, sighed and shook his head.

"I hope so!"

After a brief exchange, the father and son arrived at the door of Zhu Di's bedroom.

As soon as he arrived at the place, Zhu Zhangui saw Zhu Zhanji kneeling on the steps at a glance.

"Go in, and after reporting to the old man, I will intercede with your elder brother. Let the girl surnamed Sun be released if she can. For the sake of your elder brother's sacrifice, they will be fulfilled!"

Zhu Pangpang looked at the eldest son who was kneeling on the ground motionless, and patted Zhu Zhangui on the shoulder.

When Zhu Zhangui entered the dormitory, Zhu Di was reading the memorial.

Judging by his wrinkled appearance, it was obvious that he was in a bad mood.

"boom!"

Throwing a memorial on the table, the old man squinted at Zhu Zhangui who walked in.

"Have you settled down?"

Zhu Zhangui nodded quickly.

"It has already been settled, and it is placed at the bottom of Jinyiwei Prison. I have already greeted Mr. Ji, and I will give them whatever they need, and take good care of them."

Zhu Di nodded slightly, reached out and picked up another memorial, and asked while reading:

"There should be more!"

Zhu Zhangui smiled awkwardly, and explained: "That Baihu pointed at me with a knife. He was provoking the royal family and didn't take you seriously, grandpa, so when I was angry, I...hehehehe."

"Humph!"

The old man let out a cold snort, and stopped mentioning this matter, obviously he didn't intend to care about it.

The front and back are just a family of Jinyiwei, who died when they died.

Pointing at the royal children with a knife, shouldn't this be damned.

"Any more?"

Although he didn't mention Baihu, the old man continued to ask questions. He wanted to see how much Zhu Zhangui planned to hide.

Zhu Zhangui naturally understood the old man's thoughts, and said directly and frankly: "Ji Gang intends to send her niece to me, and I promised a side concubine."

Zhu Di nodded again.

"I met that girl once. She has a very good personality and appearance. Her father is in business. Although her status is a bit low, she can still be a side concubine."

After finishing speaking, he continued to look at Zhu Zhangui, "Is there any more?"

Zhu Zhangui's face darkened. How did Ji Gang manage Jinyiwei? It didn't take long before and after, so everyone knew.

The old man wanted to test himself, but Zhu Zhangui didn't hide it, and said bluntly, "I'll take Ji Gang in."

The imaginary anger did not appear, the old man just nodded calmly.

"Ji Gang is very capable in handling affairs. If he can master it, he is a good dog. If he can't master it, he is a vicious wolf who kills his master."

After commenting on Ji Gang, the old man frowned and looked at Zhu Zhangui.

"Little brat, you have to think carefully. This kind of person is not easy to accept. Your methods are still too immature. I'm afraid you won't be able to control him!"

Chapter 40: Brat, do you want the Divine Machine Camp?

"Indeed, this guy is not easy to grasp."

Zhu Zhangui nodded in agreement, then looked at the old man and said seriously: "But I don't want to control him, as long as he can do what I ordered well."

"As for the so-called loyalty."

Zhu Zhangui shook his head with a smile, looked at the old man and said frankly: "The grandson never believes that there is absolute loyalty in this world. There is no betrayal, which only shows that the benefits of betrayal are not enough."

"Don't talk about anything else, just talk about the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty. Grandpa, can you be sure that everyone is loyal to you?"

The old man shook his head slightly, "How is it possible?"

Zhu Zhangui spread his hands.

"Then it's over."

"In my opinion, the so-called loyalty is just mutual use."

"They do things for me, and I give them what they want. If one day they betray me, it means that I can't give them what they want. When this happens, the result is, either I kill them, or They killed me."

"Of course, I don't deny that there is absolute loyalty, but I don't think I can meet it."

"it is good."

Zhu Zhangui's answer made the old man couldn't help applauding.

He didn't expect Zhu Zhangui to see people's hearts so thoroughly at such a young age.

It wasn't until the end of the Jingnan War that he had been the emperor for a long time that he saw through this.

Sure enough, children who have seen big scenes are different.

While Zhu Zhangui's answer satisfied the old man, the old man thought of Zhu Zhanji who was kneeling outside the door.

When Zhu Zhangui was not around before, the old man thought that Zhu Zhanji was well trained.

But since Zhu Zhangui came back.

The old man looked awkward at Zhu Zhanji.

I feel that this child is too naive and simple, always thinking of the world so well.

"Since you want Ji Gang, then you can keep it. If one day you can't control it, you can find grandpa, and grandpa will deal with him."

"Grandson thanks the emperor for his kindness!"

Zhu Zhangui breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly knelt down to thank him.

"Haha, you little brat."

The old man was also in a good mood. After a big laugh, he came down to help Zhu Zhangui, and stretched out his hand to grab Zhu Zhangui.

"Grandpa, what are you doing? I am your grandson!"

Zhu Zhangui was taken aback and quickly dodged.

"Snapped!"

The old man's face darkened, and he slapped Zhu Zhangui, "You bastard, I've been thinking about these messy things since I was young. Did you bring that firecracker? Show me, it can spontaneously ignite without fire."

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

If you want a firecracker, just say it, what does it mean to pick it up, two big men, let others see it, maybe it will be misunderstood.

He reached out and pulled out a gun, and handed it to the old man.

Originally, this kind of weapon was not allowed to be brought into the palace, but the palace guards who guarded it didn't know it and thought it was Zhu Zhangui's toy.

In order to flatter Zhu Zhangui, the second emperor's grandson, he didn't take it away.

Handing the flintlock pistol to the old man, Zhu Zhangui turned his head to the little snot who was standing by the side, always serving, and said, "Go and beat the guard officer at Zhengyangmen 20 boards. I came in from there."

Little Snot understood instantly, glanced at Zhu Di, saw him nod, and walked out.

Poor guard officer, I wanted to flatter, but I didn't expect to mix up 20 boards.

Raising the flintlock pistol in his hand, the old man studied it for a while, recalled Zhu Zhangui's action with the gun, and opened the machine hammer with style, aiming at a pillar in the distance.

"Snapped!"

As the hammer fell, the friction of the flint produced a spark.

Suddenly, the old man took off the flint from the crane's beak, played with it for a while, and looked at Zhu Zhangui beside him.

"Who came up with this kind of spontaneous firecracker?"

Zhu Zhangui grinned, shamelessly taking the credit for himself.

"Grandpa, this is not called a firecracker, but a flintlock pistol, which I developed based on the principle of the fire sickle."

As he spoke, Zhu Zhangui pulled out another one, and began to explain it to the old man.

By the way, he explained the long-barreled flintlock guns he envisioned for infantry.

The old man also listened carefully, and occasionally asked some questions in his heart.

"Good thing, good thing, if all the Shenji Battalion are equipped with this kind of self-igniting firecrackers, their combat power will at least be multiplied several times."

Zhu Zhangui nodded in agreement, and then said distressedly: "That's true, it's just that the barrels are too difficult to make. The barrels in my hand have been drilled by craftsmen for several months, and a lot of materials were wasted. It was just made. If you want large-scale equipment, the Ministry of Industry must at least gather a large number of skilled craftsmen and work for several years."

The old man naturally understands this truth.

The firecrackers equipped by the Shenji Battalion have such a large tube that it takes a lot of effort to build them.

If it is changed to make such a slender pipe, the man-hour will be doubled at least several times, and the quality cannot be guaranteed.

The old man was annoyed that such a good weapon could not be used before the Northern Expedition.

In the early Ming Dynasty, the firecrackers equipped by the Shenji Camp were not in the shape of guns.

It is a cylinder as thick as an arm, filled with gunpowder gravel or iron pieces to kill the enemy.

It's a bit similar to a shotgun, and the range is very short, only twenty or thirty steps away.

This manually ignited firecracker is not only troublesome to load, it may misfire in wet weather, and it will be useless if it is rainy.

Although this primitive firearm has various shortcomings, it is still the most advanced firearm in this era.

Not bad, only worse.

Compared with the enemies who still use swords, the firecrackers used by Shenjiying are already a cross-age weapon.

Shenjiying is the pride of the old man. He has always believed that the weapons used by Shenjiying are the most powerful in the world, and there is no one of them.

But ever since he saw the spontaneous firearm Zhu Zhangui used, the old man's pride disappeared.

Since he came back yesterday, he has been thinking about this kind of spontaneous fire blunderbuss, thinking about who else will be his opponent all day long if he equips it to Shenjiying.

Even for this reason, Zhu Zhangui directly ignored the fact that Zhu Zhangui killed a hundred households of Jinyiwei in the street.

But still the same sentence, if you can't make it, everything is in vain.

Holding the flintlock pistol and watching for a long time, the worried old man accidentally caught a glimpse of Zhu Zhangui who was squatting beside him, yawning boredly.

Why should I ask the Ministry of Industry to build it?