The emperor, the Wei minister, had a lot of money in his family. Whether he could invest in the Royal Railway Duke Zhu Jun finished talking endlessly. Zhou Mubai was excited. He was not a person who forgot his own business. For him, state affairs are state affairs, and private wealth is private wealth. It is necessary to receive the court's salary to handle the work, but it is also necessary to plan for himself.

Zhou Mubai has accumulated a lot of money in the past seven or eight years. As the Burmese King often extorted Yongli from time to time, he saved tens of thousands of taels of silver. Later, after entering the cabinet, his salary was 800 taels of silver every year. In the past seven or eight years, he raised another tens of taels of silver. His two sons in his family are now in Haidu and have made a lot of profits. In addition, his niece Zhou Xueer got married, the royal family gave him enough betrothal gifts. He has made up his fortune by making up for hundreds of thousands of taels. Compared with the Ming Dynasty,

Xu can only be considered a small wealthy business, far from those big merchants who spent a lot of money, but Zhou Mubai has good business operations and is quite wealthy. At this time, when he heard Zhu Jun talk about the prospects of the train, he couldn't help but call a small calculation. Where can I find such a business that is stable and profitable? The emperor has invested tens of millions of taels of silver, and his buddy has little capital. If you get a 200,000 taels of silver, you can share some soup. If you have a dividend in the future, will it not be eaten by generations of descendants?

Mu Tianbo and Yang Side couldn't help but frown. For them, Zhou Mubai is a good old man, but his mind is full of strangeness and his behavior is not restrained. Can this kind of self-interest be said in front of the emperor? No wonder the emperor has been calculating his own internal treasury recently and is thinking about investment all day long, and he thinks that he has nothing to do with Zhou Mubai.

Zhu Jun was really excited. The Royal Railway Company was still short of 50 million taels of silver for the project. Now that he was catching a small yellow croaker, he naturally would not let him go. He understood very clearly that he could dominate the railway construction and then his descendants could enjoy the fixed allocations given by the state every year, and could also eat some dividends on the railway, which was enough for their expenses and saved time when someone had no money to reach the treasury. There was no distinction between public and private, so Zhu Jun was particularly enthusiastic about the construction of the railway.

"I will send someone to your house later. If you read it carefully, there will be no problem. You can go to the company to buy shares by yourself."

Zhou Mubaihe was still calculating profits in his mind. After all, he knew the cost and benefits of freight were really possible to build railways. Whether there were any interoperability between provinces, there were probably dozens of millions of tons of goods that needed to be turned over every year. The transportation costs of these goods were astonishing. Apart from maintenance, the railway silver was naturally profitable.

At this time, Zi came in with a long box: "Emperor, the map is mapped out and the emperor is watching."

After opening the eldest son, he took out an exquisite paper and spread it on the imperial desk. Zhu Jun leaned over and took a look. The first feeling was that the drawing was too rough, and others might not see it. However, Zhu Jun had seen the world map in later generations and always felt that the gap between this Indian map and later generations was too big. The Indian map in later generations was a diamond shape, and it became an irregular oval when it arrived here. However, the place names inside were clearly marked. Zhu Jun could only carefully look at it based on the memory of later generations and combined with the drawings in front of him. The territory of King Sunke was not large compared to the entire Indian subcontinent, only about one-eighth, with an area of ​​about 400,000 square kilometers. It is mainly located in the southern part of India, in the shape of an inverted pyramid.

Zhu Jun waved to Mu Tianbo and others, and showed them to the Dan Bi and watched together in front of the imperial case. Yang Side planned to start negotiations, so he looked very seriously. At this time, Zhu Jun had already spoken: "The land that was cut must be along the coast. The land in southern India was originally fertile, so there was no demand, but how much should it be cut?"

This question is really unanswered. There is only so much land in the entire Xunke country. If you want more, it would be better to fight with you. But if you want less, how can you build a province? Could it be that you can build a Han Chinese city?

Zhou Mubai said: "The average area of ​​the south is about 200,000 square kilometers. How about cutting 200,000 square kilometers? Leave half of the barbarian king. I am polite to him."

Zhu Jun murmured, then nodded, pointed to the map and said, "We must be adjacent to the coastal areas of the new Sichuan area. Let them move inland. If King Xunke does not agree, let Zhang Youde fight a few more battles until they spit out the land. But he cannot be beaten to death with one stick. Otherwise, who will help me move all the natives to the north? Yang Aiqing. Do you understand?"

Yang Side hurriedly bowed and bowed: "I understand. I will leave tomorrow."

Zhu Jun nodded: "The land of the land can be named Dingyang Province. If the power of a province is to settle in the Indian Ocean, the court should immediately recruit people from the immigrants and tell them that if anyone goes to open up land, each person can have 300 acres of land. If a family goes there, there will be one or two hectares of land. It will be harder in the first few years. Ten years later, everyone can become a landlord and gentry. The court allocates some funds to build roads for them."

"Emperor." Zhou Mubai seemed to think of something: "If every Han Chinese is a landlord, then who will cultivate the land?"

Zhu Jun couldn't help but be stunned. Zhou Mu's vernacular language was at the point. Because the newly built provinces did not allow outsiders to enter, each Han people could get a large area of ​​land. So much land always requires people to farm. But the question is, who should I find to plant it?

"From Zhou Aiqing's view, what should we do?"

Zhou Mubai thought for a moment: "All local people can be recruited, and all of them are around 18 years old, and they will be farmed for the Han people and registered with the local government. During the work period, they are not allowed to get married and have children. Once discovered, they will be repatriated immediately. When these workers are twenty-five years old, they can be paid a severance fee and sent back to get married and have children. How about this?"

Zhu Jun couldn't help but look at Zhou Mubai strangely. This guy was full of bad water. However, this method was much better than selling black slaves. At least it was a little bit humane. The natives could find some work to do, and they could get a severance payment when they were done almost. Han employers also had labor. The most important thing is that this method of apartheid would not allow the working Indians to stay for generations, and they had to go back to their hometown after a certain period of time. This was quite dark.

"You write a memorial and submit it to the Ministry of Justice to discuss the repairs, and then implement it like this." Zhu Jun is a man who is a bad person who is a colonial person. He is a robber, so he will be more thorough. He will save the future troubles in the future. The more ruthless he does, the more civilized and universal he will be in the future.

“Abide by the order.

"Zhou Mubai had no intention of being ashamed at all, so Yang

Mu Tianbo had no expression. In the eyes of people at this period, they were actually savages, uneducated and inhumane. The Han people had suffered too much from these barbarians and were strictly guarded against them. In their eyes, it was equivalent to committing crimes against their descendants.

Zhu Jun pursed his lips, closed the map, and smiled and said, "I have been discussing for so long, and I am tired. You can go back and have a good rest day. Let those political officials work in the cabinet. By the way, my dear, Jian Ming finally came to Haidu for a long time. The father and son gather together. They are busy with their own things on weekdays: it is not easy to get together."

Mu Tianbo smiled slightly: "Then I will take my leave first."

Yang Side was going back to prepare his luggage and was about to go on a tour of India under the order, so he bowed and said goodbye. Zhou Mubai also bowed and said goodbye with them.

Zhu Jun stretched out and yawned. The emperor was really not something that humans did. He had to get up early in the morning. When he encountered major events, he had to close the door and discuss it with others. In a short while, he had to finish half of the morning and review the memorials in the afternoon. Although most of the opinions of the cabinet had already drafted the opinions, as long as the comments were completed, it was considered a mental work.

Xiao Guizi on the side knew the emperor's wishes and hurriedly said, "Emperor, there are people from the harem who have just come to ask if the emperor has free time. The Empress asks His Majesty to move to the harem to see the prince's calligraphy."

"Practice calligraphy?" Zhu Jun couldn't help but laugh and cry. Zhu Ciyan was only four years old and didn't even speak clearly, so he forced him to practice calligraphy. I'm afraid this little guy is full of bitterness now. It's really interesting to say that. Zhu Jun proclaimed himself the Prince's Grand Guardian, Qu Ci was the Prince's Grand Tutor, and the cheap father-in-law Zhao Zhili was the Prince's Shaobao. Even Xueer also "officially worshipped" the prince's servant, Xiao Zhu was the only student, the family's key training target, these four "teachers"

The most severe of the man is naturally Zhao Zhili. The old man is old and is experiencing his remaining energy to enter the palace every day. In his words, His Royal Highness is too young and seems to have been a little too early to read, but it is always necessary to learn some saints and classics. Therefore, the old man did not teach, but read books like "The Analects of Confucius", "Mencius", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "The Great Learning" next to Zhu Ciyan. No matter whether you can understand or not, you have to listen anyway.

Qu Ci was also very considerate. He learned his adoptive father's method and played and sang and sang to his son every day. Once, Zhu Jun was caught reading "The Female Commandment" next to Zhu Ciyan. Zhu Jun was stunned at that time, but Qu Ci was very sarcastic. In his words, Zhu Jun only knew about family and country affairs, which delayed his son, making her a woman know nothing about other books. She could only read some books such as "The Female Commandment", "Inner Training", "The Analects of Confucius", and "The Female Fan Jielu" for her son. Zhu Jun couldn't say anything, but he secretly complained in his heart. He looked at the poor Zhu Ciyan and read the memorials without help.

Compared with the two harsh "teachers" in front, Jun and Zhou Xueer are almost like soy sauce. They take the "students" to travel around the mountains and rivers with a chance. Fortunately, the palace is big enough, and there is no shortage of entertainment. Zhou Xueer gave birth to a daughter, named Zhu Huifen and Princess Feng Zhaoming. She is only one year old now and is still in her infancy. After Zhou Xueer has a daughter, her temperament gradually stabilized. Therefore, later, Zhu Jun was the only one who accompanied Zhu Ciyan to play around, which made Zhu Ciyan have a lot closer to him. She giggled when she saw him. Zhu Jun was also happy. Anyway, some people must be blushing and some people must be blushing. Brothers are determined to be good people, and you can do whatever you want to be bad people.

Zhu Jun was in a good mood and shouted: "Go and see how Yan'er's calligraphy is."

When he arrived at Kunning Palace, it was the residence of the harem, which reflected the Ganqing Palace and was in charge of the six palaces in the east and west of the back court. When Xiao Guizi said, "The Emperor is here." The voice of Xiao Guizi was heard. A beautiful face and pink face and red lips in the hall, but a timid and shy and vague young figure rushed out.

Zhu Jun picked up his little body and kissed him in the face without any hesitation: "Haha, Yan'er, I heard you know how to write? Come on, let me see."

Zhu Ciyan frowned and said shyly, "I'm doing random graffiti."

Zhu Jun didn't mind. I think this little guy also has a very aesthetic concept and said that his words are shameful. He also knows that he is hiding his weakness. He suddenly remembered that his brush calligraphy is really embarrassing. Although he has been writing it for nearly ten years, he can't even write it properly when he sees Qu Ci's calligraphy. He wants to find a piece of tofu to kill him. He thinks that the memorials he reviews every day will definitely attract the ridicule of many officials, so he is even more excited to see what the calligraphy that is even more smelly than himself looks like.

"I wish you a greeting to the emperor." Qu Ci moved out with a smile on his face, his eyes circulating between Zhu Jun and Zhu Ciyan and his son: "Your Majesty, come to the palace to speak."

Zhu Jun nodded, although it was a royal family, he could still feel the warmth of home. Zhu Jun put down Zhu Ciyan. This guy has only grown fat recently. Zhu Jun usually lacks physical exercise, so he could not keep holding him Ciyan and wrinkle his nose. It was obvious that he was protesting to his father. Qu Ci was here. He dared not let Zhu Jun hold him with his hands and enter Kunning Palace.

The faint fragrance of osmanthus is floating in the palace. It is a special osmanthus perfume transported by Haidu. Qu Ci really likes it, so when he moved the capital, he ordered someone to bring some. There was a cauldron in the middle of the palace, surrounded by gauze, and red columns and pink walls. It was decorated very elegantly, which matched Qu Ci's personality. Zhu Jun sat on the brocade pier with his butt. Qu Ci had already smiled and held an extremely exquisite piece of Xuande paper and showed it to Zhu Jun: "Your Majesty, this is Yan'er's word. Your Majesty, look at it, correct it.

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Zhu Jun took it and looked at it. The ink on the paper was dry, and there was a big word "Ren" written. However, after all, he was a young child. His pen was unstable and his handwriting was quite crooked. He had a bit of Picasso's abstract style, which looked like that from a distance. Looking closely, it would take some time to guess what word this is. When he thought of the abstract school, Zhu Jun couldn't help but smile. He also remembered that the words in his handwriting were stinking in the past few years, just a little better than Yan'er. However, he has often reviewed memorials recently and has made some progress. Compared to this, he has been much more correct. So he touched Zhu Ciyan's head: "That's right, haha, Yan'er is really a bit like a father."

Zhu Ciyan is a child's character. When he heard the praise, he laughed, and shook his head and held Zhu Jun's knee: "Father, my son wants to give me a reward."

Zhu Jun couldn't help but be stunned

It's too fucking realistic. It's not a praising sentence to climb up the pole. It's not a praising example. Recently, there are some circulating in the yamen. The words of this person are quite like the emperor. This is not to praise the good words written by this person, but to say that the words are too smelly, just as smelly as the emperor. Some days ago, a censor impeached the ritual doctor of the Ministry of Rites to slander the emperor. Zhu Jun gave the fourth-rank doctor a penalty for salary. The little guy thought he was praising the good words written by him, so he couldn't help but look calm: "What? He needs to be rewarded at a young age. Lord, the uncle, has read so many scriptures in front of your ears all day long. You have all your left ear and your right ear?"

Zhu Ciyan's most afraid of Zhao Zhili. This uncle had a long face all day long, just like Zhu Ciyan owed him money when he got pregnant. He was the national uncle and taught his daughter's son. Although Zhu Ciyan was the prince, he was extremely strict in teaching. He held a small bamboo whip all day long, and yellow silk was wrapped around the whip. If Zhu Ciyan looked around or was drowsy, he would gently tap his palm. Although it was light and not painful when wrapped in Huang Bo, he was already scared for Zhu Ciyan. Zhu Jun brought the national uncle out, thinking to scare Zhu Ciyan. Zhu Ciyan had a sudden talk at first, and then remembered that the old guy was not around, and said with a grievance: "My son's hands were swollen in order to practice calligraphy. He had no credit, and this was what the mother said."

Seeing that he was shaking his head, Zhu Jun couldn't help but feel moved. He didn't want his son to become a nerd, and a warm feeling arose in his heart. He touched his head and said, "I thought about rewarding you. Don't you like playing bamboo sword the most? You are not young anymore. You can say you can leave. After this year, you will be five years old. Every morning, I will send someone to pick you up to the guards camp to get fucked. Well, you can't mess around. I will only practice for one hour and I will send someone to pick you up. Do you understand?"

Zhu Jun has considered this decision carefully. He did not want to train his son as a general, but just hoped to exercise his body from a young age. Otherwise, if he is weak, he will not have the energy to govern the country and pacify the world in the future? What's more, the prince entered the military camp to train, first, let the prince know some basic military affairs, and second, after a long contact with the military generals, it will be easier to control military power after a hundred years. Third, it is naturally to cultivate his concept of discipline. The emperor is the most special profession. The performance of this profession is bad. Although there are people to supervise it, it is difficult to do it well unless he has the spirit of self-discipline. Once he cannot do it well, more than one person will suffer, but millions of subjects and civilians. The ancient military camp may have been in chaos, but since Zhu Jun formed the establishment of the military camp.

After the new army, all military systems were rectified according to the templates of the modern army. Now it can be said that the strictest discipline. Sending Zhu Ciyan there is naturally a consideration to cultivate his self-discipline. Zhu Jun even thought that when he grew up, he could also go to the military academy to exercise. Of course, the Department of Political Science of the Royal Academy naturally also needs to read it. He does not ask him to be fully proficient in civil and military affairs, but he just hopes that he will have more contact with students, teachers, and soldiers. Otherwise, he will hide in the palace like flowers in a greenhouse all day and will only become an idiot who doesn’t eat meat. Zhu Jun even thought that when he becomes an adult, he will find him a small town to be a county magistrate and then transfer him to the cabinet to observe politics. However, everything is now conceivable. If he says these words, there may be old antiques who will seek death.

"Okay." The little boy's favorite game is naturally fighting and killing. Although he was surrounded by a group of eunuchs and palace maids in the harem every day, Zhu Ciyan still had a fighting man's true nature in his body, and immediately stretched out his bulging hands to cheer.

"Emperor..." Qu Ci called out in a low voice: "The emperor's thoughts understand, but if Yan'er bumps into it... he is a child after all."

Zhu Jun waved his hand: "When you kowtow, you kowtow and you will be in the camp, you will naturally be able to take care of it. Nothing will happen. Yan'er can't stay in the palace all day long."

Qu Ci frowned and didn't say anything. She knew that although the emperor smiled on weekdays, some ideas were not allowed to be changed. Zhu Jun had already stood up and put them over her waist, and said gently: "Everything I did is for Yan'er's good. Will I harm him? Don't worry, I have made arrangements."

Qu Ci nodded, but Zhu Ciyan had already hugged Zhu Jun's legs with a smile, raised his head and said, "Father, son ministers, too."

Zhu Jun smiled bitterly and hurriedly grabbed Qu Ci's hand, so it was hard to make out in front of Zhu Ciyan...

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The next day, Yang Side went to the pavilion to call Mao, received the emperor's edict, and the imperial envoy had already been stationed at the door. Yang Sidean asked a few words to the early Guanzheng scholars, then left the cabinet and got into the imperial envoy's carriage. The carriage moved slowly and headed towards Wuhan.

The gate of the palace was extremely busy this morning, and it was too late to leave the palace. And it was the first time, so there was no need for many preparations. First, a team of happy guards officers and soldiers came to pick them up. Wang Qiu personally led the team, and everyone was happy. The emperor sent the prince to the guard camp for exercise. What does this mean? I am afraid everyone knows that this means that the emperor has absolutely trust in Wang Qiu and the entire guards. Last night, they received the imperial edict. Wang Qiu didn't sleep all night. He immediately tossed the camp and started to arrange it. After all, the prince knew that our guards were mighty. In addition to the order, the emperor also gave a whip, which meant to let Wang Qiu discipline him well. Wang Qiu had no intention of discipline, but instead placed the whip on his waist with glory on his face, very proud.

"Mr. Wang, what do you think of this prince?" Several people chattered. The access control has not been opened yet, so everyone is very casual.

Of course, Wang Qiu had never seen the prince, so he didn't know what he was like. He couldn't answer and felt embarrassed in front of his subordinates. He muttered and rolled his eyes: "What are you asking? The palace gate is about to open the key, but the prince is about to come out. You all line up and don't make noise. Damn, I've done anyone who is doing it. Also, no one is allowed to swear in front of the prince. I'm put away those words, such as me, and my mother, and I'm going to teach the prince badly. You are only asking.
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