Zhu Gui stood at the top of Blackwood City, looking at the busy market in the city, but his face was a little solemn.
Most of the people in the city are Mongolians, and a considerable part are herders from other tribes in the grasslands.
The only Han people among them were the caravan from Datong Prefecture.
Most of the Han people at the border are still quite afraid of the Mongols.
However, these Mongolians showed a very enthusiastic side.
They took out almost all the items they could get from the tribe, just hoping to exchange for more food.
Because in October in the north, winter is approaching.
Only by having enough food can we survive the long cold winter.
Heimuhan, who was standing next to Zhu Gui, said with an awe-inspiring look on his face: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for taking the time from your busy schedule to visit Heimu City in person, and also bringing enough food. All the grassland ministries will remember Your Majesty's kindness."
Kuromuhan's words are three-quarters out of understanding, but seven-cents are the truth.
Although this year's battle with Datong Prefecture caused considerable losses to the Mongolian tribes in the steppe.
But compared with the situation in previous winters, it is still much better.
Zhu Gui, however, seemed not to have heard Hei Muhan's words, and still had a thoughtful expression.
"Your Majesty?" Hei Muhan called in a low voice.
"Huh? What did you just say?" Zhu Gui finally realized.
Kuroki Han had no choice but to repeat what he just said.
Zhu Gui just waved his hand and said: "This is a matter of mutual benefit. You don't need to thank me, but there is one thing. Maybe this website will ask you for help."
Zhu Gui looked at Hei Muhan thoughtfully.
Hei Muhan was stunned and immediately said: "Your Majesty is serious. I just want to give you an order. It's not about 'please'. I know that Your Majesty will not put my subordinates in danger."
His words were equivalent to expressing his thoughts tactfully.
But Zhu Gui didn't care at all.
"The area to the west of the grassland is also a khanate established by the Mongols, right? I want to recruit some grassland cavalry to go over there and see how those khanates are doing now."
Zhu Gui said calmly.
"ah?"
Hei Muhan did not react to Zhu Gui's words.
To the west of the grassland? There is a bitter cold land that even herders are unwilling to set foot in. Although it is said that the footprints of the original Mongolia are all over the entire continent, it is already a legend for Heimuhan's generation.
Zhu Gui did not continue to speak, he was waiting for Hei Muhan to digest his words.
After a long while, Hei Muhan said: "Your Majesty, you are not joking, right?"
"Do you think I am interested in joking with you?"
Zhu Gui said calmly.
"No, my subordinates did not understand what the prince meant, but the conditions in the west are very difficult. Even the cavalry cannot travel back and forth in a short time. And it is said that the conditions there are even more difficult..."
Hei Muhan's voice became lower and lower, obviously he didn't understand why the young prince wanted to explore the distance.
He thought it was Zhu Gui who didn't understand the situation in the west, so he expressed his thoughts.
In his opinion, the hinterland of the Central Plains is the most fertile land in the world. Why bother to occupy those worthless lands?
Zhu Gui took out a sheepskin map and said: "This is a map of this continent. I have chosen three routes. You can go back and inform the grassland ministries to gather 300 tribal warriors and explore along these three routes."
Can."
Hei Muhan took the map with both hands and looked at it carefully, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Your Majesty, this is, this is..."
Zhu Gui ignored him and continued: "The northern route can be carried out after spring, but the west and southwest routes must be carried out as soon as possible. I will give each warrior a half-stone salt subsidy, and at the same time give them all the
supply."
"Half rock salt?" Hei Muhan was dumbfounded.
You should know that half of the rock salt can be exchanged for ten sheep or two war horses. This is a price that he can't even imagine.
It can be seen that the young prince in front of him is not talking casually.
Although he didn't know Zhu Gui's specific purpose, he immediately took over the matter.
Then he left immediately and sent people to inform the chiefs of other tribes to come to Blackwood City to discuss the matter.
Zhu Gui looked in the direction of Nanjing City.
Although he didn't know the specific situation of Nanjing City.
But what he knew was that no matter how hard those vassal kings tried, it would all be in vain. In the end, the throne would still fall into Zhu Yunwen's hands.
And once Zhu Yunwen became Emperor Jianwen, it meant that the Battle of Jingnan was about to begin.
Then came the reduction of vassalage.
In history, the acting king Zhu Gui was the first prince to be revoked from the position of vassal king.
Originally, according to the history of entering the city, these all happened in the 25th year of Hongwu.
But now it seems that the historical process is accelerating, and Zhu Gui, who should have had four years to prepare, does not know how much time is left for him.
And his career has just started now, and the Yunzhou Army, which is only over a thousand years old, is simply unable to resist the coming historical torrent.
More importantly, Zhu Yuanzhang had no time to take care of him in a short period of time, let alone the right to form a three-guard team.
So Zhu Gui could only find a way on his own.
The worst solution is of course to establish himself as king and establish a second country with Han as the main body on the territory that Ming Dynasty thought.
Although he had no intention of starting a civil war among the Han people, he could not sit still and wait for death.
"I just hope the storm comes at a 'reasonable' time."
Zhu Gui said calmly.
…
Inside the East Palace of Nanjing City Imperial Palace.
Zhu Biao was leaning on the bed correcting the memorial.
His face was very pale and he would cough from time to time, but it did not affect his work at all.
A childish young man in front of the hospital bed said with a worried look: "Father, you have been busy all morning. Grandpa Huang and the imperial doctor have asked you to rest."
This young man is Zhu Biao's second son Zhu Yunwen.
Hearing this, Zhu Biao turned around and smiled at him: "Yunwen, my father's health is fine. You can go back and rest. You have been serving me here these days, are you tired?"
"Don't be tired, son. These are what I should do." Zhu Yunwen said seriously.
Zhu Biao was about to say something when the eunuch's voice came from outside: "Prince, the emperor has arrived."
When Zhu Biao heard this, he got up and asked Zhu Yunwen to hide all the memorials on the bed.
But before Zhu Yunwen made any move, Zhu Yuanzhang had already walked in quickly.
"I know it, I know it."
Zhu Yuanzhang came over sadly and threw all the memorials on the bed to the ground.
"How long has it been? You still don't take care of your body? Are you trying to kill me?"
Zhu Yuanzhang took Zhu Biao's hand and said.
"Father, the Ming Dynasty is now in a period of great ruins waiting to be revitalized. This year is also a year of great disasters. Disasters have occurred in many provinces. The people are in dire straits. I really can't worry about it."