Zhu Song looked at Lao Cao: "You have given me a warning. I really can't let her come back casually. Let's do this. I will let her stay in Yangzhou on the grounds that the initial establishment of the Yangzhou brothel pilot project is not stable.

Give it a little more time, anyway, this Jin Yiwei will always contact businessmen and start making money, so our plan will continue."

"She is so smart. It is safe to leave this matter to her. As for where she will go from now on, we will talk about it later."

Lao Cao remained silent. It seemed that this was the only way he could do it now. His Highness had been unwilling to accept Miss Ye, and he was worried that these girls were so charming and coquettish.

Zhu Song returned to the study and wrote a letter in his own hand. First, he affirmed Ye Biqing's contribution to Yangzhou. Secondly, he sorted out Ye Biqing's next tasks. For example, with Yangzhou and Yingtian as the center, he would at least seek help from the four foreign countries.

Identify some of the best trade routes to other provinces in the Ming Dynasty.

In addition, Zhu Song also elaborated on his plan to open the way with money in the letter. If you have money to take the lead, the news will naturally follow the money all the way.

At the same time, Zhu Song also gave Ye Biqing a small jar of white sugar that he had worked hard to get yesterday by using the yellow mud water drenching method.

Letting the horse run but not letting it eat grass is something that only a black-hearted boss can do. Zhu Song felt his conscience. He was a conscientious boss. This Xiaoxiang Pavilion only used 80,000 taels of silver.

The remaining 120,000 taels were temporarily used to fund Ye Biqing's activities. In addition, he would also reward him with ten pieces of silk and one hundred taels of gold.

After the arrangements were made, Zhu Song looked at the letter he wrote with satisfaction. If all the bosses in the world were as conscientious as himself, wouldn't it be heaven everywhere on earth?

This Ye Biqing is a treasure and a capable person. If used properly, it will definitely help Zhu Song solve many problems. But if it is not used properly, once this Ye Biqing really gets entangled with Zhu Song, Zhu Song will really have a headache.

This is not Zhu Song's fault. After all, he can be regarded as one of the best men in the Ming Dynasty. He is a prince of the imperial court and as rich as anyone in the country. Moreover, Zhu Song is handsome and suave, and his face is like a crown jewel.

A rare handsome guy.

The ancients also valued appearance. Unless the appearance was particularly strange and ugly, one would never forget it for the rest of their lives. Basically, the ancients believed that those who were born with extraordinary abilities would become great talents in the future, and the rest were generally ugly.

It's fatal.

I originally had the ability to be ranked among the top three in the exam, but because of my mediocre face, I could only fail in the exam.

Zhu Song sent someone six hundred miles to rush and deliver the letter to Ye Qianshi. After doing this, Zhu Song returned to the backyard. As soon as he arrived in the backyard, he saw his son learning to use the yellow mud water drenching method to refine white sugar.

Zhu Song walked up to his son and watched his son follow the steps step by step. Not to mention that this young prince was really capable. Zhu Song had only done it a few times in front of him, but he actually remembered them all.

"Son, you actually memorized all of daddy's methods. Why are you so smart?"

Zhu Song touched his son's head, and the young prince raised his head and looked at his father with a smile.

"Dad, mother said, the more we make this white sugar, the richer our family will become. I want to help dad make more candies. I will use these when my brother or sister is born in my aunt's belly."

Use the money to buy him delicious food!"

Zhu Song laughed after hearing this and thought his son was very cute.

"Then do we, Chong Yu, want a younger brother or a younger sister?"

After hearing this, the young prince raised his head and thought about it seriously.

"I want a sister because my sister is cute, but I also want a younger brother. I want my younger brother to go hunting with me in the future, but it doesn't matter. It's okay for my aunt to have younger brothers and sisters. Anyway, isn't my father going to marry a new aunt?

?When the time comes, it will be great to let that aunt have a little brother or sister!"

Zhu Song looked at his son and couldn't bear to tell him, "You don't have to worry about your future third aunt's belly. Your father and I have a fake marriage."

"Does Chong Yu want a lot of younger brothers and sisters?"

The young prince nodded very seriously.

"Yes, my mother said that brothers and sisters are the closest people besides my parents. I want many brothers and sisters who can be close to me. I also want to have a few more brothers and sisters, so that I can help my father and

Mother is busy."

Zhu Song was really surprised. His son, who usually only knew how to play in the mud, actually had such a side. He was thinking so much before he was even five years old this year. Could this be the innate talent of a child of the royal family?

"Son, you don't have to think so much. We will take care of the affairs of father and mother. It's good that you have a happy childhood. As for studying, you should read a little when you have nothing to do.

Yes, of course, if you really can’t read it, I won’t blame you.”

In Zhu Song's view, the power he holds is at most within his own generation and will not be passed on to the next generation. Even the prince and the grandson who are as old as his son will not let the future Han Dynasty after they ascend the throne.

The king has always held power.

Therefore, my son will probably be the second king of Han who has no worries about food and clothing. It is important to study, but if the child is really not that good, there is nothing he can do.

Of course, who doesn’t want their children to stand out? Zhu Song also hopes that his son will be one in ten thousand. But judging from the current situation, it seems that apart from having better eyesight and better memory, the rest of his son has to do with learning to read.

I don’t seem to have much of any related skills, and now I still like to play with mud all day long.

But Heni now is different from Heni before. Now he can help his father provide sugar, which is not bad. It is much better than just peeing and making mud before.

Zhu Song touched his son's head and left his son to play alone in the yard. He found the princess and told her what Xu Miaojin had said to him today.

After hearing this, the princess said with some worry.

"Fake marriage is a lie. Your Highness, are we taking too much risk?"

Zhu Song waved his hand: "It's not about deceiving the emperor. This is a private matter between men and women. No matter what happens, the emperor will never interfere with others' bed!"

"But you still need someone to tidy up a small courtyard and come out. From now on, no one will be allowed to come near this small courtyard. All food and clothing must be prepared. Don't be left out in the cold or treated badly."
Chapter completed!