(Written at the beginning of the chapter: I am very happy. Thank you for your support. I have said too much. Let me explain the update here. Today's update, but there are 6,000 words. According to the general practice, 6,000 words can be counted as the third update, but I still posted a big chapter. Readers who are familiar with me should understand my habits. It is not because of laziness, but because the plot is here, and it is forcibly divided into two or three chapters. The plot will not look smooth. Don't say that you are confused about it. I am so frustrated by myself. Let's explain it here and follow this example in the future. Note: Don't always stare at the chapters, or updates a day, check the number of words.)

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"Grandfather, why did the memorial written to you by grandson..." Zhu Yunwen hurriedly spoke as soon as he stepped into the hall gate.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at him docilely, raised his hand to interrupt him, and smiled and said, "Son, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, sit down and drink a tea first, and then talk slowly."

Zhu Yunwen looked a little aggrieved and responded softly. The eunuch presented tea with him, and Zhu Yunwen took a sip of it without any taste.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Yunwen with joy, his eyes gradually faded. From Zhu Yunwen, he seemed to see the shadow of his eldest son, Zhu Biao, who died young. The miserable son who was born in a chaotic world, grew up from the smoke of swords and wars, and suffered a lot of hardships. Unfortunately, he rolled over from the fire in the sword, but he still had no blessing to inherit his country and finally passed away.

Zhu Yunwen not only looked like his father, Prince Yiwen, but also had a very similar temper and personality. He was as indecisive, kind and kind as benevolent, as weak and kind as he was, and he did not have the domineering and conciseness that he should have for the king.

This is what Zhu Yuanzhang was most worried about.

The emperor's grandfather was old and his ministers called him "Long Live", but he was not so confused that he thought he could really live long. Life is determined by heaven, and he will die sooner or later. After his death, what should he do if this weak-hearted grandson? What if he cannot control the civil and military affairs of the court, cannot rule the millions of people in the world, and he will be taken away by others?

Zhu Yuanzhang spent his whole life doing only two things, fighting and defending the country, killing countless people, and doing countless evil things criticized by future generations, all for these two things. He paid too much for this country, and he would never allow others to steal it. This world was defeated by Zhu Yuanzhang with one sword and one gun, and his life was fought in his blood. After a hundred and a thousand years, this country can only be named Zhu!

Zhu Yunwen sat obediently beside Zhu Yuanzhang, pouting slightly, showing that he was in a bad mood at the moment.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but smile when he looked at his grandson's aggrieved expression.

"A grandson, for the king, you must have the determination and demeanor of Mount Tai collapsed before you. How can you be a good emperor to rule your subjects in the future if you are so impatient?" Zhu Yuanzhang slowly exclaimed without rushing.

Zhu Yunwen's face turned solemn and said, "Grandfather, grandson knows that he is wrong."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said, "It's spring coming soon. After spring, all the kings guarding all over the country will come to the capital to pay tribute. Your uncles will each guard one place, and it's not easy to gather once. They are all guarding the country for you. If my descendants of the Zhu family have been doing their duty for generations, why worry that the Ming Dynasty will not last for thousands of years? Haha..."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled confidently. On this point, Zhu Yuanzhang and Liu Bang, the Emperor of the Han Dynasty, had the same view. The reason why Qin's country was short was because the Qin Emperor did not divide his children to guard all parties, which led to a rebellion in one party and the world was reversed. He learned from the Qin Emperor's lesson. He felt that only by dividing the descendants of the Zhu family to various places could he ensure that the country was completely surnamed Zhu. The strategy of the vassal king was one of the few proud moves in his life.

Zhu Yunwen lowered his head and said nothing, but a hint of worry flashed in his eyes. He did not dare to speak out this worry. He knew how firm the emperor's grandfather's determination to implement the strategy of the vassal kings was.

"Grandfather, will all the kings come to the capital?" Zhu Yunwen asked softly.

"Yes, including your fourth uncle, King Yan, you will also come to the capital to pay tribute," Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said, "Among these princes, your fourth uncle, King Yan, is the most capable of guarding the border. He attacked the remnant Yuan many times and made many military achievements. He has made great efforts to An Yu, the northern border of the Ming Dynasty. Haha, if he is not a prince, he can still be worthy of a generation of famous generals."

"My grandson will definitely treat you uncles well." Zhu Yunwen did not dare to express his emotions at all, but just echoed gently.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his grandson's mature handsome face day by day, and a sincere love filled his face.

"My grandson is here today, but for your memorial to correct the name of the merchant?"

Zhu Yunwen looked up and saw Zhu Yuanzhang smiling with kindness, and immediately said aggrievedly: "Grandfather, grandson, it is rare for grandson to report the last time for state affairs. If you are not satisfied, it is to reject it. If you are satisfied, you will issue the Tongzheng Envoy to promulgate the world. Why only the word "responsible"? Is it okay to agree or not to what the grandson said in the report?"

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed and said, "What my grandson reported this is probably related to Xiao Fan from Jiangpu, right?"

Zhu Yunwen was shocked and then thought about the world. There was nothing his emperor grandfather didn't know about, so he quickly felt relieved. Zhu Yunwen smiled and said, "Xiao Fan's words and deeds are quite strange, and there is a unique idea everywhere in his words. The grandson was inspired by him to justify the name of the merchants."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes gradually became far-reaching and said slowly: "Son, I have told you that there is no right or wrong in the world. The implementation of any national policy must be based on the times and situations. The time is the time. If the world is unstable and chaos arises at the beginning of my country, I need to govern the world with heavy rules and strict law. Only when the people are afraid of others can they abide by the law and be stable and the world can be stable. The momentum is the situation. For example, when Hu Lan's rebellion case, I used the Jinyiwei to recruit the world, implicate tens of thousands, and finally clear the entire universe, clear the thorns for my descendants of the Zhu family, and show my power to the subjects of the world with great power. At this time, I can put my knife into the sheath, and the Jinyiwei no longer has the need to exist. So in front of the civil and military ministers, I burned all the Jinyiwei torture instruments, cut off the Jinyiwei, and showed my kindness to the subjects. This is the momentum."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his grandson's ignorant face and smiled, "The implementation of national policies is the time and momentum, and it is indispensable. Yun Wen, if you ask me to evaluate the businessman's affairs in your report, there is nothing right or wrong. The only thing that is wrong is that the times have not come. When I established the Ming Dynasty, why did all industries advocate prosperity and dominate the merchants alone? First, merchants are contrary to the teachings of saints. Whether I approve or not, scholars all over the world will definitely agree. When I first established the country, I urgently needed to win the hearts of scholars in the world. I established the country with martial arts and govern the country with culture. After all, scholars in the world need to help me govern. How can I offend scholars for the sake of merchants? Isn't that going to waste the foundation and end?"

"Secondly, it is a fact that merchants make huge profits without production. If merchants are not classified as low-ranking, I am afraid that the people of the world will follow suit. If all the whole country becomes merchants, who will farm and farm? Who will work as craftsmen? I cannot abandon all industries because of business."

"Third, when I fought with Zhang Shicheng in Pingjiang, the merchants and wealthy gentry in Jiangsu and Zhejiang all regarded me as a chaotic army, but Zhang Shicheng was orthodox, and they enthusiastically donated food and materials to him, and were hostile to my heavenly soldiers. I hated these merchants! After the founding of the country, I reduced the money, grain and taxes of the whole country many times. However, in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, I not only did not reduce the taxes at all, but instead imposed heavy taxes. I also did not allow people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang to be officials, in order to punish them for being blind! I regard merchants as a low-key business. After all, it is not unrelated to these grievances of the merchants in Jiangsu and Zhejiang back then."

Speaking of the old grievances of that year, Zhu Yuanzhang's face was full of hatred and his old face was full of murderous intent.

Then he smiled again: "Forget it, it's been a few decades, and my hatred has faded a lot. Yun Wen, the world has settled and the prosperity is coming. What you said about merchants is correct. How can I not see the benefits of merchants for the country? If you can grasp the measure and appropriately improve the status of merchants, it is also impossible. But you shouldn't raise it at this time. This is the reason why I delayed the discussion."

"Grandfather, when is it appropriate to raise the grandson?"

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said, "Only after my death, when you ascend the throne to the emperor, then implement your proposals to achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Zhu Yunwen said in confusion: "Why is that?"

"You proposed the right of the businessman to be a benevolent government. If I promise to promulgate the world now, then what the people in the world remember in my heart is my benefit, and this favor will fall on me. Haha, I am old, and I have been blessed with many years of bad reputation, so how can I get this favor? On the contrary, when you ascend the throne, all the subjects in the world are watching the new emperor, and they are waiting for whether the new emperor can implement benevolent government. At this time, if you correct the name of the businessman, it is a harbinger for the implementation of benevolent government. The subjects will sincerely regard you as the master, and the country of my Zhu family will be consolidated, and the emperor's power will become more and more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The current situation will be used by you, and the Ming Dynasty will create a prosperous era that will be famous for all eternity under your rule."

Zhu Yunwen was immediately moved when he heard this.

No matter how others view the emperor's grandfather, at least in his mind, the image of the emperor's grandfather is tall. Everything he has devoted himself to pave the way for him. Although the love of love has not been spoken, what he does is all because of love.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Yunwen with tears in his eyes and smiled lovingly.

"Yun Wen, your new friend is named Xiao Fan. He has a good life experience. I have left you with all the civil and military officials in the court, all of whom are old. There are too many pedantic scholars. Apart from Fang Xiaoru, Huang Zicheng, and Qi Tai, it is difficult to have a minister with a humerus. Xiao Fan is not as young as the age of twentieth, has a good character and character, and he knows you. It is also impossible to be your minister with a humerus in the future..."

Zhu Yunwen smiled happily and said, "Then the grandson asks the emperor's grandfather for Xiao Fan to ask him to speak with his grandson every day and assist him in becoming a good emperor in the future."

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and smiled, "Private friendship and state affairs must be discussed separately. If Xiao Fan is really capable, why should I cherish the high-ranking officials and generous salaries? But if he does not have the ability, you can only be friends with a close personal friendship and cannot be a monarch and minister. Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhu Yunwen said anxiously: "Grandfather, you must believe in your grandson. Xiao Fan is indeed a capable person."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled meaningfully: "Whether you have the ability is not the limit. I have to see it with my own eyes."

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The capable Xiao Fan is worried about what to eat for the next meal.

A penny forced a hero to death, but unfortunately Xiao Fan was not even a hero. How could he buy food without money? He wouldn't really go to rob, right? After finally reincarnating, Xiao Fan felt that he should learn to be more elegant, at least pretending to be elegant. Those who act too roughly these days were dragged to the vegetable market to behead him. Elegant people lived longer. The head of state was Zhu Yuanzhang. He killed people all his life and ruled the country with strict law. Compared with him, Xiao Fan felt that it was very likely that he could not compare to him.

But, what else can I do besides robbing?

Xiao Fan regretted that he should have mastered some skills in his previous life, such as inventing glass, inventing perfume, inventing steam engines, etc. When he came to ancient times, his wealth would naturally roll in, so why worry about starving to death?

This is the sadness of not working hard when young!

Taixu stroked his stomach and lay on the hay-covered ground, humming hungry.

After the efforts of three people to repair the Mountain Temple, it can barely shelter from the wind and rain. The problem of living is solved. What should I do if I eat?

The little beggar also stroked his belly and looked at Xiao Fan with a frown. The three of them have now regarded Xiao Fan as their parents.

"Master, how did you fill your stomach when you were not doing business when you were fortune-telling?" Xiao Fan decided to learn some experience in making food from Master.

Taixu was not happy and hummed: "Apart from fortune-telling, of course, it was begging for alms. I am a monk, but people with faith can always turn some leftovers and cold rice to satisfy their hunger."

Xiao Fan said: "Begging for alms? Isn't that the same as beggar?"

Taixu jumped up and said angrily: "Why is begging for food? Begging for alms! The charity that Taoist believers sincerely offer to me monks is sincere. They believe in Grandpa Laojun and give to me and other monks to accumulate merits. What does this have to do with beggar?"

Xiao Fan suddenly realized: "Master, I will lend you a Taoist robe on you."

"what?"

"Beg for alms!"

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The act of begging for food will make it a layer of religious cloak on the outside, which will become begging for alms.

This is Xiao Fan’s understanding.

When the form is forced to the point where all three of them are hungry, beg for alms, and at most you can cover up your true face and just pretend to be a hidden bell.

In the cold winter, three shivering figures appeared on the streets of Jiangpu, including old, young and young. The three of them supported each other and searched through the streets for a long time before stopping in front of a wealthy family that looked quite wealthy.

"You're going to change?" Taixu glanced at Xiao Fan sideways.

Xiao Fan was wearing Taixu's sloppy and dirty Taoist robe, and his face was painted dark with black mud. At first glance, he looked like a Donald duck blown by a grenade. Not to mention an acquaintance, even if his father and mother were resurrected from the coffin, he would probably not recognize him.

Xiao Fan is a person with good face and can't stand it for a moment. This typical stolen bell was deeply despised by Taixu. He didn't understand what it would be embarrassing to beg for alms.

It seems that the generation gap of a hundred years old is not so easy to cross.

Xiao Fan took a deep breath, then knocked on the closed door of the wealthy family.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

The knock on the door was as gentle as if he had come out of the wall and had a crush on the adulterer in the middle of the night.

The door was unresponsive.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

The door still had no response.

Taixu was angry: "Knocking the door like you, and no one would pay attention to it until dawn, so let go!"

Taixu rolled up his sleeves and smashed the door hard.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

The door opened soon.

An old man in a housekeeper's uniform stood angrily at the door, staring at the three of them in discomfort.

"Who are you looking for?" the old man said angrily.

The kingly aura of domineering when Taixu smashed the sect suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he pushed Xiao Fan forward with no mercy: "He is looking for you."

"What are you doing?" The old man had a big temper.

Xiao Fan swallowed hard, squeezed out a smile, then pretended to bow, and said, "Amitabha Buddha - this old donor invited me, I am from the Tang Dynasty in the East... Ah, no! I am from Wudang Mountain and want to go to the west... Ah, no, no, I am going to go to the capital to seek fellow Taoists, I beg the old donor to give a few words... Alas? Old donor? Old donor, you open the door! Old donor? Fuck!"

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After leaving several families in a row, they were all turned away. Taixu smiled gloatingly: "Boy, do you know that the world is difficult now? Do you think it is so easy to fill your stomach? Humph! You can forget dozens of taels of silver, and you deserve to be defeated!"

Xiao Fan shook his face hard, wiped off the black mud on his face, and then said in a deep voice: "If this continues, we will all starve to death! My expertise is to rob. I am not professional in begging for alms, so we have to find another way..."
To be continued...