Capacity, capacity, capacity!

For Zhu Jianshen, it is not the economy that limits his development. After owning the Royal Supply and Marketing Cooperative, a new consortium that combines monopoly and imperial power, it is roughly equivalent to the importance of tobacco to rabbits in later generations. In fact, it has always controlled the Ming Emperor.

The biggest factor in wanting to do something serious is gone.

After all, in the eyes of later generations, the biggest problem for the emperor of the Ming Dynasty was that besides having no money, he also wanted to lose face! As long as an emperor of the Ming Dynasty had money in his hands and was shameless, he was basically a wise emperor!

However, it does not mean that Ming Dynasty can do whatever he wants when he has money, such as the production capacity that Zhu Jianshen has always wanted in his heart!

The possibility of large-scale re-equipment and installation of flintlock guns has become very small. If you want to rely on the production capacity of the Mentougou Industrial Park, a coal and steel complex, to achieve it, the great people's immortal said

There is no problem, the problem is the lack of qualified craftsmen in Ming Dynasty.

Whether it is the production of steel, the production process of firearms, or even the production of granulated gunpowder, these are all subject to human factors, resulting in a failure to increase production capacity, and Zhu Jianshen has nothing to do about it.

For the young army camp stationed in Fengtai, he finally gave up the plan of large-scale replacement of breech-mounted flintlock rifles, and established the improved Zhu Jianshen version of the bird musket as the main one, and the improved Zhu Jianshen version of the Spanish heavy matchlock gun

, now officially named by Zhu Jianshen as the Eagle Gun, as a supplement, and separately formed a breech-loaded flintlock rifle, which is the improved Zhu Jianshen version of the M1841 Dresser rifle, the elite team model will be launched within three to six months.

The production task of renovating the Fengtai Camp, the avant-garde of the government army, is not a big one!

Because after a series of great battles, what laymen don’t know but what insiders know clearly is that the firecrackers of this army have almost reached the end of their lifespan and it’s time to change their equipment!

Zhu Jianshen left in disappointment. He had been murmuring in his heart. Why was he able to say anything when someone traveled through time travel, but when he got there, he couldn't do anything? This was also restricted, and he couldn't use it. After all, he was still the emperor's uncle.

"Trust", the most "distressed" crown prince...

Well, I heard that Wang Weike is treating Emperor Jingtai. He won't really change his destiny and create a nephew for himself, right?

After all, our beloved and wise uncle Jingtai Emperor Zhu Qiyu is only thirty!

No, I have to go back to the palace to find out more. By the way, it’s time to send Li Xier to Emperor Jingtai. After all, she is my uncle’s favorite woman after all!

Zhu Jianshen left, leaving behind a pair of enemies, Su Feng, Su Chongzhi and Xiao Yan'er, looking at each other.

"Your Highness is not satisfied?"

Su Feng asked tentatively. After all, many people are sophisticated, and even the actual business of the Royal Supply and Marketing Corporation is now handled by her. She should be better than herself in controlling the overall situation.

"The cement production plant left without even inspecting it. His Highness must be really unhappy." Xiao Yan'er was also a little puzzled. It shouldn't be. The profits of the Royal Supply and Marketing Corporation have always been very good, although this year because of the Crown Prince

His Highness suffered huge losses in the Tartar War, but because of the existence of "delivery silver certificates", the profit still exceeded one million taels.

Isn't this great?

Su Feng thought for a while and then said softly: "Yan'er, it stands to reason that under the current circumstances, there is still more than one million taels of profit, so it shouldn't be..."

"yes……"

Xiao Yan'er was suddenly stunned, and her eyes suddenly became clear!

After looking around for a moment, he turned to look at Su Feng and asked in a low voice: "Do you think His Highness is short of money?"

"Ah, there is no shortage!"

"Then where do you think the prince will spend the money he makes?"

"Uh, I don't know. Where is all my money? Besides, I can't have so much money. I can't think of it..." Su Feng and Su Chongzhi answered honestly, letting the person on the other side

Xiao Yan'er's face turned red in embarrassment, but she turned serious for a moment and said seriously: "So -"

"Whether His Highness is interested in the money brought to him by the Royal Supply and Marketing Corporation, or the things brought to him, such as influence, or the firecracker that is more advanced than the Ministry of Industry..."

Su Feng didn't speak and fell into deep contemplation. He was not stupid, but he just had a lot of things and he didn't want to think about other things.

Crown Prince, what's the point of asking for money? Can it be used as food?

The Crown Prince has never lacked for food since ancient times. What he lacks is the iron rice bowl. Well, it should be called the golden rice bowl.

So, the answer is obvious.

The two fell into a long silence. It seemed like a long time before Xiao Yan'er broke the silence in a low voice, "My grandfather was arranged by His Highness to go to New Daning City. He shouldn't be able to come back for a year and a half..."

"Well, Master, that's because the new Daning City is to be built. This is the country that His Highness has conquered again. Of course, we must guard it well. Besides, with Daning City, at least next time His Highness wants to patrol the border, there is no need to worry.

Is there something like a civil fort or a chicken crow station..."

"Well--"

Xiao Yan'er looked at Su Feng who was chatting a little dumbfounded, opened her mouth, wanted to say something, but finally said a little bit angrily: "Since His Highness is so interested in you, let me see, you are the one who worships the People's Immortal Sect

We need to expand a bit. We need to recruit more reliable people to teach and train them, so as to increase production capacity. By the way, we will select some children from the families of the cubs to train from an early age..."

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right now!"

When Su Feng heard this, he nodded in agreement, stood up and walked out of the house!

Almost at the same time, the highest ruler of the Ming Dynasty, Jingtai Emperor Zhu Qiyu, who was now his brother and succeeded him as emperor, also walked out of the house. He slightly raised his hand to cover the sun, squinting and looking at the still dazzling sun. Jingtai Emperor Zhu Qiyu

Suddenly, I felt like I was in another world.

For more than a month, he has been in this hall and almost went to see Huang Kao. If his father asked him, how should he answer?

How did the position I passed on to your imperial brother fall into your hands?

Brother Emperor, please tell me, how should I respond?

If my father asks again, how is the Ming Dynasty now, how should I answer?

Jingtai Emperor Zhu Qiyu just stood outside the main hall, raising his head and staring blankly at the sky. No one dared to break the silence of this moment, even the deposed Queen Wang and the imperial concubine Tang beside him.

He didn't dare to speak either.

Who dares to disturb the sentiments of this great emperor?

"Your Majesty, it's not suitable for you to bask in the sun as much as this. You'd better walk around and then go back..."

The miracle doctor Wang Wei followed the situation very ignorantly, stood behind him, and whispered advice. This made Jingtai Emperor Zhu Qiyu come back to his senses, lowered his head, smiled bitterly, and said slowly: "Since the emperor

Brother, I, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, let alone the city of Beijing, can’t even get out of the imperial city, and now I can’t even get out of this small palace?”

Well--

No one dared to answer this.

Although Wang Wei was a little paranoid, it was only in the field of medicine, but he was not stupid after all. He hurriedly knelt on the ground and repeatedly said, "That's not what I meant."

All the eunuchs and maids nearby who heard this also knelt on the ground.

After all, although Ming Dynasty does not encourage everyone to kneel down all the time, if you don't kneel down at this time, it is not a problem with your knees, but a problem with your head.

Tang Guifei also hurriedly knelt down at this time. Only Wang, the former queen and now a commoner, was still supporting Jingtai Emperor Zhu Qiyu, with only a deeply distressed expression on her face...

At this moment, Zhu Jianshen walked in, looking at the situation very awkwardly, thinking only one question in his mind -

This is such a rush...

Uh, no, should I kneel down too?
Chapter completed!