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

"What are you going to do? Give the child a separate space. He has a lot of things in his heart. Although we are his parents, no old man understands him. Let him have a good chat with the old man."

Zhu Pangpang was stunned, glanced at his wife, nodded and sat down.

When he came to the Taimiao, Hu Yu drove away everyone, and after Zhu Zhangui entered, he closed the gate and guarded it alone with a knife.

Entering the main hall, looking at the photos recovered from the portraits, Zhu Zhangui first offered incense to Lao Zhu and other ancestors, and finally came to the portrait of the old man.

Looking at the majestic and domineering photo, Zhu Zhangui stepped forward, picked up a towel and wiped it gently.

"Grandpa, the war is over and we have won a complete victory. From today onwards, the world will be covered by the sun and moon flag."

"I once told you that I want to build an empire on which the sun never sets, but you still laughed at me and said that it would be as difficult as reaching the sky to complete this achievement in one or two generations."

"But today I did it. Our grandparents and grandchildren for three generations have accomplished the most impossible goal, and accomplished something that all emperors, ancient and modern, dare not even think about."

Put the photos away and return to the fireside in front of the coffin.

Zhu Zhangui lit the proclamation of the end of the war in his hand.

"It's a pity that your old man didn't participate, otherwise you would definitely run to grandpa right now and show off fiercely."

Glancing at Lao Zhu's photo, Zhu Zhangui couldn't help chuckling thinking of what the old man would do if he was still alive.

Then he fell into a daze while watching the burning brazier, and after a long time, he sighed faintly.

"Actually, my grandson is not as happy as I thought. Instead, I am very scared. I am afraid that all this is just a dream. I am afraid that when I open my eyes, I will go back to the past again."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Zhangui sat quietly under the photo of the old man, staring at the roof of the Taimiao, in a daze.

Chapter 420: Good News Into the Netherworld (End of the Extra Story!)

Ming world.

This place was originally called Saran Realm, but Lao Zhu didn't like it, so he changed the name directly.

"Father, I'm also the Lord of a Realm anyway, so it's inappropriate for us to do this!"

In the Daming Hall, the old man folded his hands in his sleeves, and looked at Lao Zhu who was sitting at the top with a smile and was handling official business.

"What's wrong?" Lao Zhu squinted his eyes, and smiled with his son, "You have an opinion."

The old man's expression froze, and he laughed a few times.

"No problem, what my son means is that the jade stool is uncomfortable to sit on. Would you like me to bring you a soft cushion?"

Withdrawing his gaze, Lao Zhu continued to deal with government affairs with his head down, "Then what are you still doing here? Go and get it."

"Ugh!"

Walking out of the main hall, he looked back at the old man who was occupying his seat. The old man sighed sadly and went to look for a cushion.

"puff!"

There was a laugh.

The old man, who was already upset, glared angrily when he heard someone laughing at him.

But when he saw that it was his wife, Empress Xu, his expression instantly became helpless.

"You, just say what you think, dad is not unreasonable."

Going forward and looking at her depressed husband, Empress Xu smiled and handed the mat to the maid next to her, letting her in, and then helped her husband to the bedroom.

Ever since the old man became the master of a world and took over the Great Ming Realm, he gathered soldiers and horses as well as deceased capable ministers and officials as quickly as possible, came here, and controlled the whole world.

However, before he could enjoy the feeling of being in power for two days, Lao Zhu rushed over with his whole family.

Looking at the hundreds of people, old and young, Lao Zhu was dumbfounded.

He finally got rid of his father, but he didn't expect the old man to chase after him.

Then there is no more.

Lao Zhu used the old man's unfamiliarity with You Ming as an excuse to let him manage the army, while Lao Zhu directly sat on the main seat and took over the affairs of the whole world.

This is also Lao Zhu, if someone else comes over, the old man can slap him to death directly.

Looking at her frowning husband, Empress Xu felt both helpless and funny.

As the master of a realm, the husband is in charge of the entire Great Ming Realm, and has laws by his side. As long as he is in the world, he is an invincible existence.

If her husband doesn't want to, Lao Zhu is just playing with his temper, so don't even think about taking that position.

The reason why my husband gave up his position as the Lord of the World and let his father take over the whole thing was because his husband knew that Lao Zhu was the most suitable candidate for government affairs and the underworld.

"Okay, don't be depressed. You should think about the good. With Dad helping you, you can relax, and you don't have to worry about the army."

"You've been tired all your life on it, it's time to enjoy yourself."

Hearing his wife's voice, the old man felt better, and he laughed and held his wife's hand.

Empress Xu immediately blushed.

This dead ghost, when the two met again, this guy didn't stop.

Looking at his wife who was blushing, the old man moved his index finger slightly, but seeing that it was still bright outside, and his father might come to look for him at any time, so he could only hold back.

Asking his wife to sit beside him, the old man put his arms around her shoulders and looked out the window, sighing softly:

"Actually, it's not because of my father, but because I care about the little boy."

"When I left, the total war had already entered the countdown. Now counting the days, the war may have started, and I don't know what the result will be."

"Although our Ming army has the upper hand in equipment, we are still a little bit less prepared to conquer the entire world after all."

"Actually, in our plan, it will take at least 50 years to prepare for an all-out war."

"But this kid has the same personality as me, so he can't wait that long."

"During this period of time, I have been worrying about this matter almost all the time."

Hearing her husband say what was on her mind, Empress Xu also sighed, took her husband's hand and leaned on his shoulder.

"Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Zhangui has been smart since he was a child. We should trust him, he will succeed."

The old man nodded approvingly, and then sighed, "If I had known earlier, the recruitment would not be so full. If there are still vacancies, I can still recruit some. Maybe I will meet the soldiers who died recently."

The number of soldiers under each lord is limited.

For example, for the old man's subordinates, the upper limit is 100 million.

The reason for the restriction is that these soldiers have a formal organization and can be connected with the power of heaven and earth to form a formation.

And those who have no organization, if they approach the regular army hastily, their souls will be damaged, and even their souls will be scattered.

These soldiers all died fighting for Daming. They have already died for Daming once in the mortal world. The old man will not let them suffer in the underworld.

Moreover, there is a yin god guarding the connection between the Great Ming Realm and the Netherworld. In order to prevent evil spirits from spreading to other realms, no one is allowed to pass through without an order.

Moreover, these yin gods have no feelings, they only recognize tokens but not people, let alone the master of the world, except for Tianzi Yin, they will not give face to anyone who comes without a token.

"Clang clang clang..."

Just as the old man and Empress Xu were chatting softly, a bell rang outside the hall, accompanied by a sharp shout.

"Emperor Di, there is a message from the mortal world!"

shhhhhh...

Good guy, when I heard that it was a messenger from the mortal world, all the people who were working in their respective offices appeared in the sky with a swipe.

"Who sent the letter?"

This kind of letter is the same as express delivery, they will not give it unless they sign for it, so although Lao Zhu is very anxious and wants to read the letter, he can only wait for his bastard son to come over.

The courier driving a bronze chariot and Lao Zhu, who didn't even look at the question, quietly waited for the old man to come.

"Hey, third child, give way, I'll go first!"

Old Zhu's eyebrows twitched, but he didn't make a sound. He looked around and saw that the old man was pushing his third son inside.

"You brat, always procrastinating, I really don't understand how you made such a great achievement."

The old man didn't care about his father's reprimand, anyway, he was used to it.

Now that it's all happened, if his father doesn't scold him a few days, he will always feel that something is missing in his heart, and he will even feel that he has made a big mistake, which will make his father even more angry.

"There is a messenger!"

The old man first bowed his hands at the messenger, took out his token, gave the other party a look, and then took a bright yellow envelope from the other party's hand.

After delivering the letter, the courier didn't say hello to the others. He drove the bronze carriage into a vortex and disappeared.

The other party was like this, and no one dared to say anything.

After all, those who can take on this kind of errand are all great gods in the period of conferring gods in ancient times, with a lot of connections behind them, so try not to offend them if you can.

"Who wrote the letter, sir?"

Empress Xu on the side also looked at the letter with excitement.

Sending a letter from above is not as simple as burning a piece of paper.

If you want to pass through the underworld from the mortal world, you must have great luck and great merit, and only those with great magic power can send it through sincere prayers.

Otherwise, even if you write 1 letters and burn them, it will have no effect at all.

This principle tells us that when worshiping our ancestors, we should pray sincerely, and don't go to the grave to burn newspapers to fool ghosts.

Empress Xu has been in the underworld for so many years, but she has never received a letter from above.

Lao Zhu is similar.

Although my bastard son worships him every year, he can't be sincere at all because of the bad things he did.

For so many years, he didn't know anything about the mortal world except for asking about it from the people who came down from above.

"It was written by the brat!"

The old man took the letter and looked at the envelope, which was written by Yongle Da Zhu Di personally, Sun: Zhu Zhangui, and he was so happy that he couldn't see his eyebrows.

"It's Zhangui!"

Empress Xu shouted happily, but at the same time she felt a little disappointed.

How she wished that this letter was sent by her three sons to comfort her.

"It was written by my great-great-grandson. It must be an important matter. Let's stop reading here and go to the main hall."

Just when the old man was about to open the letter, Lao Zhu took the letter and greeted everyone to enter the hall.

The letters handed down by a generation of emperors are either good news or bad news.

No matter which one of these two is, it is very important to the Zhu family in Netherworld.

There are many people outside, and it is not known whether there are great supernatural beings investigating, so it is safer to stay in the hall protected by formations.

A group of people came to the main hall, and the old man activated the formation himself.

After everyone took their seats, they looked expectantly at Lao Zhu, who was sitting in the main seat, holding a letter in his hand.

The flames lasted three months, and the family letter was worth ten thousand gold.

In the Netherland, family letters in the mortal world are heavier than ten thousand pieces of gold.

Lao Zhu now also has some regrets.

At the beginning, some people should be left on the Nether side, so that they can inquire about the reality at any time.

As a result, I was too excited at the time, and directly asked the whole family to move to the Great Ming Realm.

Now it is very troublesome for them to go to Nether.

The letter in his hand was held up several times without opening it. Lao Zhu glanced at the people who came over, hesitated for a moment, and handed the letter to the elder son who was sitting below.

"Biao'er, come here, and read it to everyone by the way."

Zhu Biao froze for a moment, glanced at his fourth brother, saw him smiling and nodding, then stood up, took the letter and opened it.

Zhu Biao read it first, and a look of surprise flashed across his face, then he said to Lao Zhu and the old man, "Father, fourth brother, this is not a letter, this is a notice."

Then he turned to the crowd with joy on his face, "I'll read it to everyone."

When everyone heard that it was a confession, a look of disappointment flashed in their eyes, but seeing Zhu Biao's surprised expression, they all knew in their hearts that it should be a good thing, and they all looked forward to it.

"Success to the whole nation of Ming Dynasty!"