Chapter 9 Don't Worry about Old Zhu and Fu Youde Will Make a Move
Chapter 9 Don’t worry, Lao Zhu, Fu Youde will take action
When Lao Zhu and Queen Ma went to Zhu Su's courtyard, Zhu Laowu was in the courtyard, grilling meat in a charcoal pot for heating.
Xiang Deng broke out in a cold sweat, and every time the oil from the meat skewers on Zhu Su's hand dripped into the charcoal basin and burst into a cluster of sparks, the fat on the old eunuch's face trembled in fear.
"Your Highness, Fifth Ancestor... just go into the house. If your rich body is burned by the flames, what should you do?" Xiang Deng prayed.
"You are a noble man. Scholars say that the son of a rich man cannot sit down in the palace."
"What's more, playing with these foods is what low-class people like this old slave should do..."
"If you really want to do this, I will help you..."
Xiang Deng tried to persuade Zhu Su to stay away from the burning charcoal basin. However, Zhu Su dismissed it and glanced at the old eunuch angrily.
"If you guys are helping me, why should I take action myself?" Zhu Su said angrily.
"Let you take care of it? Do you want me to eat coke when the time comes?"
"As the prince of the Ming Dynasty, you should care about the world. Since you have the talents given by heaven and have an insight into the war situation, why are you so complacent here and not knowing how to solve your father's problems?"
"As for why Meng Yuan took advantage of the situation and went south... Meng Yuan will not go south at all, so what can be done to solve the problem?"
He would rather believe that his son is actually extremely talented, and he calculated the defeat of the Northern Expedition in advance and deliberately deceived his father.
"Not to mention that if the Meng Yuan took advantage of the situation and went south, half of the country in the north would be caught in the flames of war in an instant. The Central Plains has been plagued by the Mongolian Yuan for hundreds of years, and the people are already scarce. How can the disaster of the Song and Yuan Dynasty be repeated again?"
"Humph, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen and doesn't know about it. He is a prince, and he roasts chicken himself. It's vulgar!" The wife was talking to the children and ignored herself. Lao Zhu could only mutter to himself.
When Lao Zhu first started the uprising, what was his identity? At best, he was called a rebel; at worst, he was a bandit!
So this Xu Yuchu's skill is the level of making big pot rice in the village. Regardless of the precious food tribute, even if it is dragon liver and phoenix marrow, Xu Yuchu has only one method: boil it!
How can this old guy know how to barbecue? If he were to grill it, wouldn't it be a waste of the chicken wings he stole from the imperial kitchen early in the morning?
As for why the time, place and other information were so accurate, Lao Zhu put this part of the doubt aside for the time being. After all, compared to this doubt, the time traveler's statement was even more incredible.
Of course, Lao Zhu was not willing to take a heavy blow, and he was also one of the insignificant factors.
Zhu Su seemed not to hear it and continued to flip the chicken wings.
Lao Zhu's face froze. Until now, he still didn't believe what Zhu Su said about the time traveler.
"I've been enduring it for five years! Today I really can't bear it anymore..."
"Sister, look, this traitor can still sit in the courtyard and enjoy the cool breeze. It seems that we hit him too lightly!" Lao Zhu said angrily.
"It's too late for Aiyou Shilida to think about invading the south before it's too late."
But when he turned around and saw the solemn look on Lao Zhu's face, he guessed: "Is it the battle report from the front line?"
"Baozong?" Zhu Yuanzhang frowned. Who is Baozong? I've never heard of it. Who is the loser? Who is the loser?
"Then you can't play with fire early in the morning." Queen Ma scolded. "What should I do if I get caught on fire?"
"Don't your butt hurt?"
"Business? What is it?" Seeing the door closed, Zhu Su asked.
"It's all written in the history books." Zhu Su said matter-of-factly.
"Li Wenzhong on the east road even broke through the encirclement with suspicious soldiers. He was at an absolute disadvantage and fought evenly with Meng Yuan."
If you can't stand me, punish me by going to Fengyang High Wall!
A little bit~
Queen Ma walked over quickly and moved the charcoal basin away from Zhu Su. She blamed him and said, "Su'er, you were injured just yesterday. If you don't take good care of yourself in the house, why are you still sitting in the courtyard blowing the cold wind?"
"Your Majesty is here, the Queen is here!" a call came from outside.
"These two are famous generals in the world, and they are not the prodigal son of the Bao Sect. How could it be so easy for the entire army to be wiped out?"
As soon as Lao Zhu stepped into the yard, he smelled the aroma of meat. When he saw Zhu Su wearing a quilt and having a barbecue in the yard with an upright look, he immediately became angry again.
However... this son seemed to still insist on the theory of "travelers". Lao Zhu's mouth twitched, and he had to follow his words and continue to ask: "So, the history book says that the next battle will be
How will it develop?”
That is to say, the eldest brother Zhu Biao has now grown up and got married. He can occasionally go out of the palace and bring some snacks from outside and food cooked by the Crown Princess Chang to give teeth to his brothers as a sacrifice.
I always feel that this Baozong has a story...
"That's what I said." Zhu Su said. "I said that the Ming Dynasty lost this battle, but you just don't believe me, dad."
"Hehe. Thanks to my mother, I'm almost healed." Zhu Su said with a smile. The plaster that Queen Ma sent last night is an extremely precious golden sore medicine. It can be said to be a waste of time to treat Zhu Su's mere flesh wounds.
As soon as he woke up early in the morning, Zhu Su found that his buttocks no longer hurt much.
"I'm barbecuing, not playing with fire!" Zhu Su shook the half-roasted chicken wings in his hand. "The rice cooked by Xu Xingzu is really too! Unpalatable!"
"Well, it's been a while since the sixth day of May, so it's really time to deliver it."
However, Zhu Su did not give him a chance to ask further questions and continued on his own:
"What's more, there is also the West Route Army!"
Seeing Zhu Su getting closer and closer, Xiang Deng jumped anxiously.
With that said, he pulled Zhu Su into the back room. Zhu Yuanzhang winked, and the two tigers understood and ordered the guards to protect the small courtyard heavily to ensure that no fourth person could hear the next conversation inside.
Zhu Su glanced at his father angrily. He thought to himself: You have only been studying for a few days, and you are still letting me read this!
This imperial chef has been responsible for Lao Zhu's meals since the beginning of Lao Zhu's career.
Seeing that his son saw through his intentions, Lao Zhu stopped covering up.
In the past, Empress Ma could occasionally cook and cook some fancy dishes for the Zhu family brothers. Now Empress Ma is so arrogant that even for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, she can't burn stoves every day. The Zhu family members
Brothers, you can only follow the careless Lao Zhu and eat pig food every day.
These words made Lao Zhu happy and inexplicably happy. She must be a girl, and she is worthy of being our Lao Zhu’s good wife!
One thing brings down another, look at this treacherous son again!
"How can I be complacent?" Zhu Su felt aggrieved. "I'm just stating the facts."
"Bei Yuan really won't invade the south on a large scale?"
"How can we become the herdsmen of our Damingping clan in the future?"
Lao Zhu only started to learn to read when he became an adult. In terms of academic qualifications, he is really not as good as Zhu Laowu.
"Bei Yuan tried his best to win a battle in Lingbei. And because Xu Da made a quick decision, Ming Dynasty did not lose too many troops."
"Fu Youde, the pioneer of the West Route Army, went deep into the enemy's rear and won seven battles and seven victories. He frightened the Meng Yuan boys out of their wits."
"Nan Qing? Does it have that strength?" Zhu Su looked disdainful.
Now, he just wants to get some reasonable suggestions from this "gifted" son.
In Lao Zhu's imperial dining room, there was only one imperial chef named Xu Xingzu, who was responsible for the meals of Lao Zhu's family, young and old.
Otherwise, brothers Zhu Su will go crazy!
"Alas, your Uncle Tiande sent the battle report. He accidentally fell into Wang Baobao's trick..."
"Oh?" Lao Zhu showed an interested look. "Why?"
"Besides, I have already said that I am a time traveler. I can know the battle situation in advance only because I have read it in history books."
"Your father and I have something serious to say to you!"
"The main force of the Ming Dynasty is still there. Why does the Mongolian Yuan invade the south?"
These words were like a thunder, which shocked Zhu Yuanzhang with both surprise and joy.
"Okay." Empress Ma took out the chicken wings from Zhu Su's hand and placed them on a plate held high by Xiang Deng. "Go inside first, don't catch a cold."
"You're such a traitor..." These words were really not pleasant to hear, and Lao Zhu looked stern and wanted to get angry. Queen Ma on the side had already stretched out her hand and patted Zhu Su's head.
Now that Zhu Su has shown off his cards and let himself go, how can he tolerate such idleness? If you don't give me freedom, it's not enough for me to bake it myself.
"Lingbei was defeated, and tens of thousands of our Ming Dynasty's elite were destroyed. I don't know how many mothers lost their children, and how many brides lost their husbands!"
"You kid, why are you still here gloating about misfortune?"
Xiang Deng was startled and quickly wanted to pick up the charcoal basin to destroy the corpse and eliminate the traces, but Zhu Su glared at him and he immediately did not dare to move. He quickly knelt down on the spot and waited to greet the holy driver.
Anyway, I have already shown my cards, so I just let myself go from now on.
Zhu Suli ignored him. This father beat him regardless of whether he was beaten or not. How could he not be resentful?
The taste can be described in four words: it’s hard to describe!
Immediately, he forgot all about the bullshit Baozong.
"You mean, Fu Youde, he has seven battles and seven victories?"
"How is that possible?"
Lao Zhu, who came back to his senses, was in disbelief.