The next day, Mu Tianbo found the Han people's news that conveyed the news. The man's surname was Zhou and his name was Chu Bai. He was originally a loser scholar in Yunnan. Because he knew Burmese language, he was quite trusted by the Burmese King. Relying on the Burmese King's power, he also raised his arrogance and looked very arrogant towards Zhu Jun.

"I wonder what happened to the Emperor of Ming Dynasty summoning his subordinates?" Zhou Chubai did not salute and sat straight on the seat of Zhu Jun's thatched hut, staring straight at the wall of a picture of "Sitting a Swallow in the Swallow" written by Tang Yin in his later years, with very greedy eyes.

The ministers standing on both sides changed slightly, but they were helpless to this guy who pretended to be powerful. The phoenix fell to the ground was not as good as a chicken. At least they could say something in front of the Burmese King. If he offended him, he would provoke a few words in front of the Burmese King, which would be troublesome.

Zhu Jun smiled calmly and pointed to the painting and said, "Brother Zhou really has a vision. This painting is a masterpiece of Tang Yin in his later years. There is only one in the world. If Brother Zhou likes it, I will give it to you."

"This... Your Majesty, how dare Zhou take such a great gift?" Zhou Chubai rubbed his hands and felt a little embarrassed. He knew very well the value of this painting. If it was taken back to the Central Plains and sold, it would be worth at least a few thousand taels of silver. For this era, this is a huge fortune.

"The red pink is given to the beauty and the sword is given to the martyr. Brother Zhou is a gentleman, so how can he not be treated? Come on, take off the painting and reframe it, and present it when Brother Zhou leaves."

A little eunuch rolled up his sleeves and carefully took down the "Secret Man Swallow" on the wall, and went out of the house to frame it.

"What is the difficulty of the emperor coming to Myanmar? Zhou is also a Han Chinese. If you can say something in front of the Burmese King, Zhou will definitely do his best to deal with the emperor." Zhou Chubai was much more polite and bowed to Zhu Jun.

Zhu Jun smiled and said, "There is no difficulty. It's just that our monarchs and ministers are not used to the water and soil of Myanmar and want to migrate to the south of Myanmar. I heard that it is adjacent to the vast ocean and the climate is humid, which is a good place."

Zhou Chubai got the benefits and was really willing to do things seriously for Zhu Jun. He pondered: "Your Majesty, if it were just this reason, the Burmese King would probably not agree. After all, you are an outsider and you have so many subordinates. General Li is active on the border of Myanmar in the north. The Burmese King is actually very prepared."

Zhu Jun coughed softly and repelled the close ministers standing on both sides. He and Zhou Chubai were the only ones left in the hut. Then he pretended to be mysterious: "Brother Zhou doesn't know. In fact, I just want to leave a way out. The Qing army will have to hand me over sooner or later. Although the Burmese King has never agreed, I am always uneasy if I continue like this. South Myanmar is adjacent to the sea. I just hope that when the Qing army comes to capture it, I can only set sail and leave a life. What's more, Li Dingguo is in northern Myanmar. If we go south, how can we contact them again? I also ask Brother Zhou to tell me about the harmony in front of the Burmese King. If things are done, the benefits of Brother Zhou will naturally be indispensable."

Zhou Chubai suddenly realized and laughed at Zhu Jun as a runaway emperor. He also thought about what he said to the Burmese King, so he patted his chest and promised: "Since that's the case, Zhou must do his best. Your Majesty is waiting for the good news with peace of mind."

After seeing Zhou Chubai off, Zhu Jun breathed a sigh of relief. He had changed his fate against the will of heaven and changed his fate only in these few days. As soon as he arrived in southern Myanmar, he believed that he would still have the ability to protect himself in a year.

Zhu Jun was idle, so he patrolled the entire temporary village accompanied by a group of officials. There were more than 9,000 people in the entire village. He built a simple fence with only bamboo. Zhu Jun had nine thatched huts. This was built for him by the King of Burma. The rest of the officials did not have such good treatment. They just built some simple thatched huts.

However, Zhu Jun still admired the 300 officials who were accompanying him. These officials who were originally rich and frugal, were still willing to follow him, the down-and-out emperor without any complaints. They were loyal and extremely pedantic. This was Zhu Jun's evaluation of them. Now only Mu Tianbo was able to make suggestions for him. Most of the other officials only knew how to cry, or waved their fists excitedly to ask to return to the border of Yunnan to fight the Qing people to the death.

There are also two thousand guards led by Zhang Youde. The Right Guard of Longjiang has been guarding the capital since the Jingshen of King Yan Zhu Di. It is the emperor's direct troops, so the training is quite diligent, but in Zhu Jun's eyes, these people still have a lot of room for improvement.

In addition to officials and two thousand soldiers, there were dozens of eunuchs, several concubines, and more than 6,000 family members. What interested Zhu Jun was that there were fifty senior craftsmen, all of whom were skilled craftsmen recruited from various places in the Ming Dynasty. Originally, these people were not qualified to follow Emperor Yongli to enter Myanmar. Later, because of the hasty escape, many court ceremonial guards were abandoned, so some officials proposed to recruit about fifty senior craftsmen to join Myanmar. After the stability, these craftsmen were asked to re-made various imperial equipment.

"What's your name?" Zhu Jun asked a helpless middle-aged craftsman with a happy face.

"Report to Your Majesty, my name is Chen Sanxi. I escaped from Liaodong with my father in the fourth year of Chongzhen." The middle-aged craftsman giggled. The officials following Yang Jun felt that this guy was really rude and kept winking at Chen Sanxi.

"What will you do?" Zhu Jun continued to ask him. Chen Sanxi gave him a good impression. He was simple and honest. Because of the hot weather in Myanmar, his upper body was exposed with a bronze body and a pair of blue and blue trousers were tied underneath.

"I am a blacksmith, and I learned the skills from my father."

Zhu Jun nodded and then asked, "You are from Liaodong and can also make iron tools. Can you build muskets?"

There were many firearms in the Ming Dynasty, including bird guns, Lumi guns, Folang machine guns, lightning guns, Thunder guns, three-eyed guns, five-row guns, five-thunder god machines, seven-star guns, ten-eyed guns, three-in-one bead guns, ten-in-one bead guns, lead bullets, flying god fire poison dragon guns, etc. Among them, the three-in-one bead guns were widely used.

Liaodong was once at the forefront of the anti-Qing Dynasty, and most craftsmen were requisitioned by the army to make firearms, so the firearms made by Liaodong craftsmen were the best.

"I know this, it is a ancestral craft, which is stronger than other craftsmen. If your Majesty wants to play with it, I will make it immediately." Chen Sanxi ignored the murderous gazes of the officials behind Zhu Jun and grinned.

"No, I don't need this for the time being." Zhu Jun shook his head. He had very poor knowledge of muskets. Although there were many names for firearms at this time, due to the influence of technological level, most of them had low ranges, took too long to load, and were too expensive, which was very unprofitable.

"I'll give you a steel crossbow. Can you make one exactly the same one?" The rice needs to be eaten bite by bit. The musket technology is not mature enough, so Zhu Jun wanted to start with the steel crossbow. He still remembers the steel crossbow used for self-defense in the forest in his backpack. If he gave it to the craftsmen to imitate it, he could quickly give Zhang Youde's subordinates.

Zhu Jun's steel crossbow weighs only 17 kilograms, but the range reaches 250 meters. This may not be a big deal in modern times, but if it is placed in the mid-17th century, it will definitely be a very powerful individual weapon. In Europe, the Portuguese's most advanced mesh gun was only 100 meters, and it was troublesome to load and was expensive.

So Zhu Jun’s current choice is only steel crossbow. Although he knows that this weapon will be eliminated, it will be a hundred years later. Saving his life is the bottom line.

"Li Tie made a good crossbow. The emperor only needs to hand over the steel crossbow to him and ensure that he can make the same one in half a month." Chen Sanxi scratched his head, looking embarrassed. He really lacked understanding of the steel crossbow, so he pointed to a thin young man among the onlookers and said.

"Your Majesty, my name is Li Tieda. I am from Zhejiang and I can make some crossbows, but it is not as amazing as Li Tieda." In front of everyone, Li Tieda came out of the crowd in shame and kowtowed to Zhu Jun at a loss.

"Get up, from now on, Chen Sanxi will be the leader of the craftsman. Li Tie is the deputy and manages all the craftsmen. Li Tie is the one who comes to me at night with Chen Sanxi, and I will give you the steel crossbow to imitate it." After Zhu Jun said that, he took a group of officials away.

Only two Chen Sanxi and Li Tie who had a good luck were left behind, standing still.

"Ah..." Chen Sanxi let out a pig-killing scream and beat and scolded Li Tie: "What are you doing when you twist my thighs? I am the chief of the craftsman who was personally ordered by the emperor. Are you disrespectful?

Li Tie laughed and said, "Brother Chen, don't be angry, I just want to try if I'm dreaming."

"Oh, what's the relationship between whether you dream or not and twisting my thigh?" Chen San said angrily.

"Don't you understand? Since you are in pain, it means I'm not dreaming. OK, I won't make trouble with you. Since the emperor looks down on us, we should fight for some anger."
Chapter completed!