Zhu Yunxi’s behavior made Zhu Gaochi want to curse.

If such righteous words are full of intrigue and conspiracy behind them, probably only those poor Cochin people would believe it.

"We should cook more sweet porridge, so as to better win over the people."

Looking at Zhu Yunxi's back walking down the city wall, Zhu Gaochi suddenly thought about it, and then waved to the officials from the Taisun Department's logistics camp who were waiting not far away.

"Prince."

Zhu Gaochi hummed: "Order, the soup kitchen will start cooking sweet porridge from now on, with enough sugar, so that the people of Jiaozhi Road can bathe in the Ming Emperor's grace and be sweet to their hearts."

The officials of the logistics camp bowed and took orders.

Zhu Gaochi waved his hand, shook his head and followed Zhu Yunxi to the bottom of the city wall.

As he walked, he muttered: "The Prince of Yan is so good, but he was completely ruined by Brother Xi."

In front of Thanh Hoa City Gate.

The fat general from Taisun's logistics camp was still holding hands with the returning civilians and chatting eagerly.

"A certain family told you that now that you are back, under the rule of our Ming Dynasty, your days will only get better and better."

"Every scholar in the Ming Dynasty must have heard of it."

"Yes! Those are all descended from the Wenqu star in the sky."

"What? Qinghua City is a city on the Jiaozhi Road of the Ming Dynasty. Naturally, Wenquxing of the Ming Dynasty will come to take care of everyone and make everyone's life prosperous."

"Don't worry, our Emperor of the Ming Dynasty will not tolerate sand in his eyes. If anyone dares to be corrupt, bring trouble to the local area, and oppress you, even Wenquxing will be killed."

"Yes! No one can compare with your weight in His Majesty's heart."

Fat General Taisun's Logistics Battalion, who was born in Guangdong Province, is very talented in languages.

From the moment the Southern Expeditionary Army arrived in Qiongzhou Prefecture, the Fat General found someone to teach himself the Annan dialect. Now he is considered the Ming official in Qinghua City who is most proficient in the Annan dialect.

After his narration and explanation, the returning people from Thanh Hoa City in front of the city gate all showed their expectations and yearning for a better life in the future.

The old man who was pulled by the fat general said tremblingly with a face full of disbelief: "Great grandson... our great grandson! His old man is also in the city now?"

The fat general shrank his head back, shook his head quickly, and said with a wry smile: "Our Highness, Your Highness, is not an old man. Your Highness is young and promising. He is the foundation of the country, just like the green bamboo breaking through the soil and the green pines standing on the cliff."
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The old man immediately wanted to slap his face with his hand, but was stopped by the fat general.

"You don't have to blame yourself. We are all sensible people. Are you trying to say that His Highness will live a long life?"

"Yes, yes! That's what I mean."

The old man who later realized that he had said the wrong thing before could not help but nodded, feeling in his heart that these Ming people were really the best to talk to.

At this time, another person next to him bowed and walked up to the fat general.

The fat general immediately smiled and said cheerfully with a big belly: "There is something that this brother still doesn't understand. Let's explain it to everyone one by one."

The visitor just shook his head, and then said with a curious expression: "I have a merciless request, but I don't dare to ask."

The fat general waved his hand: "If there is anything that cannot be asked, the people of the Central Plains can go to the palace in Yingtian City to ask questions to His Majesty."

Can the people of Ming Dynasty meet with His Majesty the Emperor and ask him questions?

This is obviously beyond the original imagination of these people in Jiaozhi Road.

The man carefully looked at the crowd around him, and then, as if on behalf of everyone, he asked: "You guys know the benevolence and righteousness of the Ming Dynasty. Not only did you take pictures of the military men escorting you along the way, but you also never went hungry. Now you can still Take a hot bath, go to the city and drink meat porridge, and when you are done, you can still receive your daily rations while waiting for the Ming Dynasty to divide the fields and houses."

The fat general nodded and listened to the other person's words with a warm expression.

He said loudly: "Don't worry, everyone. If you feel that something makes you uncomfortable, just tell us. Now Qinghua City is under the Jiaozhi Road of the Ming Dynasty, and you are the people of Jiaozhi Road, so naturally They are the people of Ming Dynasty."

People of Ming Dynasty!

When the fat general said these words, everyone in front of the city gate suddenly became agitated.

After they came out of the mountains, on the way to Qinghua City, they kept hearing descriptions of what the people of the Ming Dynasty were like.

I heard that the people of Ming Dynasty are undergoing a new round of local tax reform. His Majesty the Emperor of Ming Dynasty is working hard to ensure that everyone no longer has to pay extra taxes, so that everyone can eat and wear clothes.

I also heard that the Taoist government around Xiangyingtian City has now closed their doors at night, and every household’s granary is almost out of storage.

When they were about to arrive at Qinghua City, these people even heard that the Ming Dynasty was preparing to let all underage children in the world enter schools. The Ming Dynasty court would provide money and food for those children to study without seeking fame. But it will definitely enable these children to recognize words and do arithmetic when they grow up.

I even heard that this policy seems to be implemented first in Cochin Road.

Isn’t that just us children from Jiaozhi Road in the Ming Dynasty!

Suddenly, these people had an inexplicable feeling in their hearts.

It is that kind of wonderful sense of superiority that is no worse than the people of the Central Plains of the Ming Dynasty, and even better than the people of the Central Plains in some aspects.

The man who was still asking questions immediately asked: "General, what do you mean, we are also from the Ming Dynasty now?"

I asked this question with some hesitation and some worry.

The eyes are full of expectation.

The fat general nodded heavily, looked at everyone in front of him, and said loudly: "As long as everyone enters the city, receives rations, and registers with the military Chinese scribe, everyone will be a Ming citizen!"<

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The man then asked: "Since you, the young ones, can all become Ming Dynasty people, I wonder if you, the young ones, can meet His Highness the Grand Sun."

After finishing speaking, the man looked at the fat general carefully, and hurriedly added: "Young men know that they are of low status and do not dare to go to Yingtian City to thank His Majesty the Emperor for his kindness. But the grandson is in Qinghua City.

Your Majesty gave us the soil to grow food and a house to live in. We people in Jiaozhi Road are not ungrateful people. Your Majesty is our benefactor in Jiaozhi Road. We must thank His Highness in person."

Annan people?

What is that?

Now we are the people of Ming Jiaozhi Road!

The person who spoke was not very old, but was probably in his early thirties. He said that he wanted to express his gratitude to the great grandson of the Ming Dynasty in person, and his eyes could not hide the sincerity and emotion in his expression.

The fat general was very close and watched this scene most carefully.

People from Cochin Road.

They have begun to actively think that they are people from Jiaozhi Road in the Ming Dynasty.

This is good.

Just like the changes in identity of the previous batches of fleeing people who returned.

At this moment, the fat general heard a burst of footsteps behind him.

The fat general's expression immediately changed, and he turned to these first batch of Jiaozhi Road people and said solemnly: "What kind of people are you, Grand Sun? Not to mention that everyone has not registered yet. Even though they have been done, but now

Except for our Qinghua City, the rest of Jiaozhi Road is still a place of rebellion. My grandson has not rested day and night, and has not had a good sleep for several days. Even if His Highness wants to see everyone, there is no time to see us."<

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After finishing speaking, the fat general sighed with a worried look on his face, as if he was worried about the physical condition of the hard-working emperor grandson.

Everyone was moved when they heard what the fat general said.

My grandson has been working on the Jiaozhi Road for several nights without rest.

The person who was the first to say that he wanted to thank the emperor in front of the grandson was already eager to slap him in the face. Damn it, he actually wanted to delay the Taisun's rest, delaying the Taisun and the imperial army, and the others who were still in rebellion.

The brothers and sisters in the Cochin Road were rescued.

You really deserve to die!

But at this moment.

Everyone only heard a hearty and warm voice, with an unmistakable calmness in the tone, coming from behind the fat general.

"But my people in Jiaozhi Road have gone home."

Under everyone's doubtful gazes, the Fat General trembled. Then he stared at the people in front of him with wide eyes, and pressed down his hands repeatedly. Then under everyone's even more puzzled gazes, the Fat General almost

He turned around 180 degrees and knelt on the ground on one knee.

"I am the captain of the logistics camp in Qinghua City, Jiaozhi Road, Ming Dynasty. I see His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun. Your Highness is a thousand years old."

As the fat general bowed to the ground.

The people behind him also reacted.

The emperor's grandson actually came out of the city to meet them!

No one needed to remind anyone, everyone knelt down in a hurry.

There was silence in front of the city gate, except for the heavy breathing sounds of these people who had already identified themselves in their hearts as the people of Qinghua City, Jiaozhi Road, Ming Dynasty.

Then, everyone heard the footsteps seem to speed up.

The voice that could make people risk their lives came to the front of the crowd with a hint of haste and reproach.

"Why do you have to be so generous, father? You are breaking the rules. Slow down, slow down, I will help you get up."

Naturally, the people in Qinghua City on Jiaozhi Road couldn't understand what the emperor's grandson said.

But fortunately, the fat general, who was kind-hearted and eager to get along with them, automatically translated into Annan dialect.

Then, some people raised their heads curiously.

I saw that the young man who was clearly the grandson of the Ming Emperor, rich all over the world, and the foundation of the Ming Dynasty, was just wearing simple clothes, with a smile on his face just like his neighbor's young man, without any pretentiousness.
To be continued...