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

In an instant, there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in the East Palace, and the eunuchs and maids, who had long been overwhelmed by the atmosphere, all escaped.

Looking at the big family who were about to walk out of the door, Zhu Zhangui suddenly remembered something, pointed at the back of the eldest son and shouted: "Qi Rui, go to the Taimiao and kneel right now, think about what is wrong with you, if you can't figure it out, just go Don't come out."

Zhu Qirui, who was about to go out with his grandma, was beaming with joy, his expression froze instantly.

Mrs. Zhang turned her head and was about to speak, when Zhao Ling'er beside her hurriedly whispered something in her ear.

Mrs. Zhang frowned, glanced at Zhu Qirui, who was pulling her sleeve and begging, and said with a serious expression: "Qi Rui, go, think carefully about what is wrong with you."

After speaking, he ordered the eunuch beside him to take Zhu Qirui to the Taimiao.

Soon there was no one in the courtyard. Zhu Zhangui looked at the door and was silent for a while, then waved at Yu Qian and led him to the study.

"Did something happen over there at the Ministry of War?"

When he came to the study, the personal eunuch Li Da poured two cups of tea, and Zhu Zhangui took a sip of tea from the teacup to moisten his chapped throat from the scolding just now, and asked Yu Qian what he wanted to do.

Zhu Zhangui only cares about military affairs, and all the departments of the imperial court know about it. Yu Qian came over with a memorial, and the other party is also the Minister of the Ministry of War, so it must be about military affairs. Otherwise, if it is about government affairs, he will not bother at all. he.

"I heard that His Highness has a means of transportation called a motorcycle. The Ministry of War wants some for the troops below."

Yu Qian was not polite, and the relationship between the two was so good, so he directly explained his intention of coming.

Zhu Zhangui, who was drinking tea, cast a puzzled look at Yu Qian.

When did this guy get such good news? I just got a motorcycle from the 2nd floor. It hasn’t been put into the market yet, so I put one in the warehouse. Dad doesn’t know. Where did this guy hear about it? of?

"Oh, by the way, there is also a radio station. I suggest that each legion be equipped with one. This will also facilitate the unified command. If there is anything to do, there is no need to send a messenger, and it will be sent directly from the radio station. It is fast and convenient. "

Not paying attention to Zhu Zhangui's eyes, Yu Qian put the memorial in his hand in front of Zhu Zhangui.

"This is the quantity to purchase, please approve it, Your Highness."

The corner of Zhu Zhangui's mouth twitched.

As expected of Yu Shaobao, he just made a plan to distribute the radio station, and before sending it out, he discovered the usefulness of the radio station and came to ask for it.

Zhu Zhangui opened the memorial and glanced at it. When he saw the content clearly, his eyelids trembled and closed again.

"Da da da…"

Tapping the memorial rhythmically with his fingers, Zhu Zhangui looked at Yu Qian who was sitting opposite and drinking tea calmly.

What a fucking ruthless person!

There are a total of 160 national defense regiments in the country, and this guy directly equips each regiment with a large radio station.

One is 1000 million taels, how much is 160?

Zhu Zhangui pinched his fingers and calculated for a long time, and his heart beat violently.

"Do you know how much it costs?"

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Zhangui tapped the memorial.

"I know, but the minister has saved enough."

"Originally, the minister's calculation was for each legion. Later, considering that the garrison troops in various places could be shared with the county town, this part was crossed out."

"I also crossed out the oversized one that was planned for the Ministry of Military Affairs, and decided to use one with the imperial court, so that I can save a lot of money."

Zhu Zhangui asked seriously, but Yu Qian answered very calmly.

The corner of Zhu Zhangui's mouth twitched again.

"Thank you!"

Yu Qian chuckled, "It's okay, saving money for the court, this is what a courtier should do!"

Zhu Zhangui was speechless, whether this guy is really stupid or fake, he can't even hear what he said.

Nima, I really don't know the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt.

There are 1000 million taels of large radio stations, 160 National Defense Corps, that is, 160 radio stations, and a total of 16 billion silver will be spent.

This is only counted by the general army. If you add the small and medium-sized radio stations used by the various squadrons and squadrons under its jurisdiction, and add them up and down, the budget for the National Defense Forces to equip radio stations will need at least 20 billion silver.

This is just a radio station, Yu Qian is planning to use motorcycles to break up three times and form two quick response troops.

Everyone has thought about the purpose, mainly to control the grasslands and Beiju Luzhou and other northern areas, as well as quickly attack the enemy and prepare for national emergencies.

The price of motorcycles in the supermarket is not high. A motorcycle is priced at 1 taels, but the quantity needed to support this thing is too much.

In the plan of the Ministry of War, the two quick response corps will need a total of 800 Sanbengzi and 3000 modified motorcycles.

Zhu Zhangui rubbed his teeth and stared at Yu Qian who was facing him with a calm face.

"Do you have so much money in the military department? If you buy all the things you need, the military expenditure of your military department for more than ten years may not be enough."

Yu Qian nodded, "Yes, the price is too high, our military department can't afford it, so I plan to ask the court to pay for it."

Zhu Zhangui's expression froze for a moment, "Do you know that, although Xia Yuanji is a literati, he is also the one who dares to stab people with a knife."

Pointing to the memorial on the table, "Believe it or not, show this to Xia Yuanji, and that old guy will fight you with a knife on the spot."

Yu Qian nodded: "Chen Xin, so I didn't plan to look for him, I think it would be better for you to talk to him. And from today on, I have a knife on my body, and I am ready to accept his duel at any time."

"Don't worry, the minister will keep his hand, and won't hurt him and delay government affairs."

Zhu Zhangui stroked his forehead with a headache, why did he fall for this guy, the history books didn't say, this guy is like this.

"Okay, I see. You go back first. I'll think about it. After a while, I'll try to give you some news."

Putting down the teacup in his hand, Yu Qian bowed calmly with his hands clasped together.

"I retire!"

Looking at the leaving back, Zhu Zhangui became more and more depressed as he thought about it, and shouted at Yu Qian's back: "I was in a good mood when I was in New Year's Eve, but I was depressed by you all this time, so I decided to punish you for a month of anger." .”

Yu Qian, who was about to walk out of the door, waved his hand casually, "I will add one more month to try to make you feel better."

"Yu Qian, your uncle!"

An angry scolding, spread far and wide from the study.

Yu Qian who walked out of the study shrugged.

"My uncle is your father-in-law, you can do whatever you want!"

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December 28th of the third year of Hongxi.

Today is the annual Great Court Meeting, and all officials in Beijing, regardless of their rank, have come to the Hall of Supreme Harmony to participate in this annual summary.

All the officials looked serious, feeling uneasy in their hearts, and their eyelids kept twitching wildly.

It stands to reason that the officials should be in a good mood after finishing work today. Why do they have such expressions?

If this were placed in the previous two years, the officials would indeed be in this mood.

But this year is different, because the prince is back.

Mentioning the prince, the officials became worried for a while.

Counting the meetings that the crown prince attended since he came back, it seems that none of them was easy, either killing or swearing.

When Zhu Pangpang was alone at home two years ago, everyone lived very comfortably. After all, Zhu Pangpang was not the kind of emperor who would kill people at every turn.

But this year, everyone is unhappy, and the prince is back.

Everyone is thinking about who is going to be unlucky today, or thinking carefully about whether they have done anything that violated the law in the past two years.

Those who are afraid are naturally those who are not. Most of these officials who are not afraid are honest officials.

For example, Yu Qian who never eats cards, or Xia Yuanji who is only worried about increasing the wealth of the national treasury.

Hey, why is there something wrong with Xia Shangshu's eyes today?

Taking a closer look, I saw that this guy was staring at Yu Qian, and he couldn't hide the look in his eyes that couldn't help but want to kill someone.

The reason why Xia Yuanji had this look was because Zhu Zhangui came to him yesterday and showed him the needs of the Ministry of War.

Good guy!

Xia Yuanji exploded on the spot.

In the old man's words, "He is the Minister of the Household Department, not the God of Wealth in the sky, let alone an old fairy who turns stone into gold."

"The bastard from Wishing Pool didn't dare to speak like this. Where did the Ministry of War have the courage to ask him for so much money?"

At that time, if Zhu Zhangui hadn't been pulling him, this old man would have drawn his sword and gone to Yu Qian to fight for his life.

So fucking bully.

Is it easy for him to be the secretary of the household department?

Every day I spend my life digging and searching, I just want to make the country rich.

As a result, money is needed for this and that is for money. Since the national railway plan and the reorganization and reorganization of the army, there has never been a tael of silver left in the warehouse of the household department.

The mice who managed to get enough to eat in the past two years have fled the famine with tears on their backs in the past two years.

Before leaving, he also left some rations for Xia Yuanji that he had stolen, for fear that his former owner would starve to death.

This year Zhu Zhangui managed to get some money from the outside, Xia Yuanji also thought about saving a province, or putting it in the bank to earn some interest, so that the money can make money.

As a result, before the money reached the warehouse, Zhu Zhangui took it away on the second day, saying that it was to buy radio stations for various provinces.

At the beginning, Xia Yuanji strongly objected, what the hell is the radio station, how could it cost so much money?

But when he saw the radio station and knew the function of the radio station, he didn't say anything, and silently sent the money out.

Good guy, save three years and three years, and go back to before liberation.

Daming's warehouse was empty again, not to mention the things needed by the Ministry of War, Xia Yuanji didn't know where to get the money for the salaries that would be given to officials at the end of the year.

Zhu Zhangui came to him yesterday, and he wanted to mention this matter, but he was so confused later that he forgot about it.

The more he thought about it, the more he hated it, Xia Yuanji glanced at the Xiuchun knife hanging on the waist of Jin Yiwei who was standing guard next to him, wishing he could pull it out and chop Yu Qian, the prodigal son.

"The holy driver is here!"

Following Zhu Pangpang's personal eunuch shouted, Zhu Pangpang and Zhu Zhangui knelt down before the civil and military officials and came to the hall.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

"Everyone loves to be flat!"

Zhu Pangpang, who was supported by his son to sit down, smiled and stretched out his hand to make Baiguan stand up.

"Thanks my emperor!"

When the officials got up and went back to work, Zhu Pangpang coughed lightly and said with a smile: "Another year has passed, everyone has worked hard this year!"

"This is the duty of a minister, and I dare not speak bitterly!"

Zhu Pangpang's hard-working words made the nervous officials relax a little.But when he caught a glimpse of Zhu Zhangui standing under the jade steps, his face was bitter again!

"Cough cough!"

Noticing everyone's expressions, Zhu Zhangui coughed lightly, and many officials trembled subconsciously.

It seems that Zhu Zhangui, the prince, has left a lot of bad shadows in their hearts.

Zhu Zhangui nodded in satisfaction, smiled and said to the officials: "In the past two years, I have been alone in the palace. All the ministers have worked hard to assist the father, and Zhangui saluted and thanked you!"

"The ministers dare not, the ministers are terrified!"

Good guy, Zhu Zhangui's salute made everyone even more panicked.

Are you planning to give courtesy first and then soldiers?

Could it be that the happier the smile on the face, the harder the knife will be.

Some guilty hands in their sleeves trembled.

However, the thunderstorm they were waiting for did not come.

After Zhu Zhangui saluted and thanked him, he stood aside and chatted with Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui, who had been a little chubby because of his chic life in the past few years, and exchanged in a low voice with a smile on his face.

It's not that Zhu Zhangui doesn't want to deal with it, but Zhu Pangpang doesn't allow it.

In Zhu Pangpang's words, "I haven't had a happy year when you and my father are at home, so let me have a safe year too. If you have any problems, you can talk about them after the new year."

So Zhu Zhangui came here to gather the number of people today, and he didn't intend to make trouble today.

Zhu Zhangui doesn't intend to make a fuss, but someone wants to make a fuss today.