"Dad..." (crossed out)

"Father, my son (crossed out), in this extremely cold land of Liaodong, I really can't see the suffering of the world. The fertile fields of Liaodong are cold and freezing, and the people have no food to eat and no clothes to cover their bodies. Whenever I see

Those miserable people are so heartbroken that they can't even eat..."

Zhu Song had a roasted golden, sizzling leg of lamb in his left hand, and a wolf-hair pen in his right hand. He sat in front of the table with tears in his eyes, thinking about how to write a letter to Zhu Yuanzhang.

"My lord, why are you crying?"

The maid standing beside the table carefully kneaded Zhu Song's shoulders.

"I am so smoked by onions..."

"But what you are eating is a leg of lamb."

"It doesn't matter, the lamb leg is eaten by me and has the effect of onions."

Zhu Song said something perfunctory, then turned his head and took a bite of the roasted lamb leg. He tried his best to squeeze out the tears from his eyes and continued writing at his desk.

"Five years ago, I took the initiative to come to Liaodong to become a vassal, but I never thought that Liaodong would be so barren and cold, with thousands of miles of fertile soil, because the cold weather is not suitable for growing food."

"The grain output of ten acres of land cannot even feed a young child."

"Whenever I see a mouse in a common people's house and run away with tears in my eyes, I feel heartbroken!"

After writing this, Zhu Song pondered for a moment, and when he was about to continue writing, there was a sound of urgent footsteps outside the hall.

"Your Majesty, it's not good..."

"How unbecoming is it to be in such a hurry!"

Zhu Song raised his head dissatisfied and glanced at the middle-aged man who hurried in.

"Mr. Cao, you are the dignified historian of my palace. Didn't you see that I am writing a letter to my father? How unbecoming is it to panic? Exit and start again!"

The middle-aged man's slightly round face showed a hint of helplessness, and he nodded: "Yes."

"Report!"

Cao Changshi returned to the outside of the hall, stood up again, and shouted.

Zhu Song nodded, reluctant to put down the roasted lamb leg in his hand, took another bite, and said vaguely: "Come in..."

"yes."

Cao Changshi walked in with eight-character steps. Zhu Song nodded with satisfaction and said: "The so-called life is to be calm in everything. If Mount Tai collapses in front of you, your face will not change. You will be so panicked about trivial matters. When encountering big events, you will be panicked.

,What should I do?"

"Yes, that's what the prince taught you."

Zhu Song nodded: "Tell me what it is."

"Sorry, Your Majesty, several rats were found in the granary of the mansion. I checked and found several nests of rats. They are all fat and strong. We are in trouble with rats in the mansion!"

"ah?"

Zhu Song put down the roasted leg of lamb and stared: "Why didn't you report such a big thing earlier?"

After that, Zhu Song pondered for a moment and continued: "Immediately order someone to lead the guys and fight!"

"Your Majesty, I have already sent someone to find a rat-catching expert. I think he will arrive soon..."

"What kind of mouse-catching expert do you want? I have raised so many soldiers who have not been fighting for many years. Their palms have become itchy, so let them catch mice! If they dare to eat my food, I want them to know why the flowers are so red!

"

After finishing his instructions, Zhu Song waved his hand and continued writing the letter.

"Father, the situation in Liaodong is really complicated. It's freezing cold, food is scarce, and various nomadic tribes often plunder. I just hate that I have so few soldiers..."

After writing this, Zhu Song suddenly stopped writing and turned to look at Cao Changshi: "By the way, how were the 100,000-watt prisoners of war captured previously?"

"Back to my lord, all those 100,000 prisoners of war have been transferred to dig rivers."

"Um."

Zhu Song nodded: "Remember not to overeat them, just take a breath. If any outsiders come, take them to see the Oara people first..."

…

Liaodong is a good place!

Zhu Song was originally a great young man in the new century. He had just graduated from a third-rate university and traveled across the Ming Dynasty by accident.

He became the twentieth son of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, also named Zhu Song!

Zhu Song, who had just traveled through time, was actually a little melancholy.

He has always been interested in the history of the Ming Dynasty, especially his admiration for Zhu Yuanzhang, so he naturally knows a lot about Zhu Yuanzhang's family affairs.

According to the original plot, Zhu Yuanzhang's 20th son Zhu Song was named King of Han at the age of eleven and established the vassal in Kaiyuan, Liaodong. He was cautious and intelligent, well-read, well versed in ancient and modern times, and acted in a low-key manner. He had not been on the throne for seventeen years.

Just vassal.

It is a pity that in the fifth year of Yongle, Zhu Song died of illness at the age of only 28.

The cause of death is unknown.

However, according to Zhu Song's speculation, it seems to have something to do with the fight for the throne.

Zhu Laosi was ambitious, and Zhu Yunwen wanted to keep his position. When Zhu Yuanzhang was still alive, everyone could still live in peace. However, since Zhu Yuanzhang Long Yu passed away, the conflict between Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Laosi has become increasingly weakened.

The feudal kings were also implicated one by one.

Ultimately, it's still a matter of taking sides.

Zhu Song has never been a vassal, and Jianwen has been under Zhu Yunwen's nose. How dare he not stand on Zhu Yunwen's side?

It would be easy to say if Zhu Yunwen could hold on to the throne, but unfortunately Zhu Laosi was invincible. Not long after Zhu Yuanzhang died, he overthrew Zhu Yunwen and fought all the way to the capital.

So what will happen to King Zhu Song of Han who is on Zhu Yunwen's side?

It is estimated that Zhu Laosi was also concerned about family ties and face, which is why Zhu Song died of illness five years later...

Of course, all this was Zhu Song's imagination, but based on the principle of safety first, Zhu Song would never follow Zhu Song's old path. Therefore, as soon as he was crowned king, he immediately became a vassal. Now, five years have passed.

.

Zhu Song had little presence in the entire Ming Dynasty royal family. Zhu Yuanzhang agreed with just one letter.

In Lao Zhu's heart, only Prince Zhu Biao was the most important. The Ming Dynasty had a vast territory and needed vassal kings to guard him anyway, so naturally he would not stop him.

When I first came to Liaodong, Liaodong was really poor!

Bandits were rampant, the weather was freezing, and the people were in dire straits. In addition, the Ming Dynasty had just established its country and had not yet had time to recuperate. The entire Liaodong could be described as an extremely bad mess.

Fortunately, Zhu Song was a time traveler. He graduated from college and knew a lot of knowledge. He spent several years developing people's livelihood. He sent people to find ways to trade with Hu merchants, harvested high-quality corn, made iron and steel from scratch, and reorganized armaments.

Finally, he led the people of Liaodong towards a well-off life.

Five years!

Is it easy for me?

"My lord, you have worked hard to keep the news about our Liaodong from leaking to the outside world, but why do you write to the court every year, describing our Liaodong as so poor and backward?"

Cao Changshi knew what Zhu Song was writing at a glance. He hesitated for a moment and asked.

"You know shit."
Chapter completed!