Chapter 68: Politics is about raising dragons, and strategies are about supporting dragons (Please read, vote for the monthly ticket, and recommend!)
"A talent for governing a country? Can this man really be compared to the Duke of Korea?"

Without mentioning Zhu Chong who still felt somewhat resentful, Zhu Biao turned to look at Zhu Gang and said.

"I am not as shrewd as Duke Hanguo, but as for talent, I am not inferior to Duke Hanguo at all."

Zhu Gang looked at Zhu Biao and smiled without thinking.

"Is there really such a great talent in the world?"

Hearing this, Zhu Biao was shocked.

Li Shanchang was already a man of extraordinary talent, but without his assistance, how could Zhu Yuanzhang have conquered the world so easily?
Furthermore, there is the Prince of Jin, Zhu Gang, who is in front of him. His talent is so amazing that even Li Shanchang is amazed by him.

But how could this Gu Xiuqi receive such praise from Zhu Gang?
That is absolutely amazing talent.

"How many talented people are there in the world, like you who crossed the river?"

"But only a handful of people can enter the hall. Do you know why?"

In response, Zhu Gang nodded first, then shook his head and looked at Zhu Biao and asked.

“There are many good horses, but there are few good horse trainers.”

Zhu Biao naturally understood what Zhu Gang meant and spoke immediately.

"That's right. When I'm fighting on the grasslands, I need food and supplies, right?"

"If the logistics cannot be guaranteed, how can I defeat the Northern Yuan Dynasty?"

"It is thanks to Gu Xiuqi that I can let go and march across the grasslands, marching my troops straight to the royal court."

"But besides Gu Xiuqi, I also have my advisor Zhong Boxian by my side. While chatting and laughing with me, the masts and oars were reduced to ashes."

"And this kind of counselor should be no less powerful than Liu Bowen, right?"

"So, if there is no me, do you think such a great talent can enter the imperial court in the future, go straight to Yingtian Prefecture, and knock on the door of the emperor?"

After saying this, Zhu Gang looked at Zhu Biao who was in deep thought, and picked up the teacup again.

"The world's great talents should be able to enter the imperial court, go straight to Yingtian Prefecture, knock on the emperor's door, and be appointed as a marquis or prime minister."

Although Zhu Biao felt something was wrong, he still spoke.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong."

"If there is no me, there will be no Ming Dynasty today, no Ming Dynasty tomorrow, and no Ming Dynasty in the future."

Zhu Gang put down the teacup, raised a finger and shook it gently, then said, "There will be no Gu Xiuqi or Zhong Boxian."

"Why?"

Zhu Biao didn't understand.

"They will all die."

As he spoke, Zhu Gang sighed softly.

Zhu Biao was also shocked, his eyes instantly became complicated and he nodded, "He will die."

Just as Zhu Gang said, there are so many talented people in the world, like the ministers crossing the river.
But how many people can really enter the room?

It is because the officialdom is dark and full of intrigue, and the court is even more turbulent and difficult to guard against, but this is only one point.

More importantly, they have been struggling for food and clothing all their lives, so how could they get to Yingtian Prefecture, let alone enter the upper class?

"Both of my gentlemen have one problem: they are weak."

"I have not been able to fully recover from the old illnesses I had when I was young."

Zhu Gang patted Zhu Biao on the shoulder again and said softly, "So, you and I have a long way to go."

"I see."

Zhu Biao nodded slightly, then looked at Zhu Gang and said, "Why not bring them to Yingtian Prefecture for recuperation?"

"They are exhausted from the journey, let's let them recover a little more."

Zhu Gang shook his head.

"Have you ever thought of letting them serve as officials in the court?"

Hearing this, Zhu Biao thought it made sense, so he nodded and then looked at Zhu Gang and asked.

"Stop it. Don't even think about it."

"If you have the ability, go and recruit talents to govern the world yourself, don't try to take advantage of me."

In response, Zhu Gang glared at Zhu Biao.

Sure enough, Zhu Biao’s asshole is as black as Lao Zhu’s. He has already started thinking about the master before he even meets him?

If you still want to steal Zhu Gang’s girl, forget it, it’s impossible!
"It would be a pity if such a talented person who can govern the world were placed in Taiyuan."

"But if they were placed in the imperial court, with their talents and knowledge, they would definitely be able to enter the imperial court and be granted the title of nobility or prime minister."

Zhu Biao smiled indifferently and then looked at Zhu Gang and said.

"Haha, even if they don't enter the court, I can make them nobles and ministers, and leave their names in history."

Zhu Gang sneered.

"Besides, if I get them at my age, doesn't that mean God is helping me?"

After a pause, Zhu Gang looked at Zhu Biao with some pride and said, "Before the country was founded, God sent a prime minister to me. Tsk tsk."

"Boss, I can't figure it out. What are you fighting with him about?"

"You own the Ming Dynasty, so all the talents in the world belong to you. Why do you have to compete with the third brother?"

Zhu Chong, who had not spoken a word, looked at Zhu Biao helplessly and said, "Forget it."

Hearing this, Zhu Biao's old face turned red and he waved his hand.

"That's right."

Zhu Gang also looked at Zhu Biao with a smile.

"Let's talk about business."

Zhu Biao rolled his eyes at Zhu Gang, then said softly, "Second Brother, you control the Jinyiwei, and I'll leave the investigation of the death of the young Ming King to you."

"Ah."

Zhu Chong naturally knew the inside story, so he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will find out the truth as soon as possible."

"Not urgent."

Hearing this, Zhu Biao shook his head again.

"What do you mean?"

Zhu Chong didn't understand what Zhu Biao meant.

"In troubled times, it is not easy to start a war."

"After all, the death of Little Ming King is a foregone conclusion. We need to find out the truth and make it known to the world, so there is no rush."

"But now, whether it is Hu Weiyong or the implementation of the land-based tax system, it is the top priority of our Ming Dynasty."

"So go slow. After all, rice tastes better when you eat it bite by bite. If you eat too much, you won't be able to chew it."

In response to this, without waiting for Zhu Biao to speak, Zhu Gang looked at Zhu Chong and spoke first.

"Old Three is right."

"In these troubled times, the people of Ming Dynasty should be our top priority."

“So we should investigate, but we shouldn’t cause unrest and make them aware of it.”

Zhu Biao also nodded slightly.

"Also, there is no rush to reform the system in the early days. The old man means that there is no rush."

Zhu Biao paused again before continuing, "The old man wants to make something out of this matter, so he will take his time."

"It's normal for an emperor to behave like this."

Zhu Gang smiled and nodded.

“Are all those who play politics as dirty as you guys?”

Zhu Chong was confused and said unhappily, "Can't you keep it simple?"

"The truth about the land tax and the death of the young Ming King will surely lead to the death of many officials."

"Then the old man will use this opportunity to show favor and criticize his subjects."

Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Chong helplessly before explaining.

"I see."

Zhu Chong then suddenly realized.

After finishing their chat, the three brothers walked out of the imperial study. After all, there was still one person they had not met today, and he was the key to the land tax distribution.

Taiyuan Jin Prince's Mansion.

"Jinyu, pack your things. We will leave for Yingtian Prefecture in a few days."

An elegant scholar in a blue shirt stepped into the study and looked at the gentleman in white who was sitting in the first seat handling government affairs, and spoke softly.

"Ok?"

Upon hearing this, the white-robed gentleman paused his writing for a moment, then raised his head, looked at the blue-robed scholar and said, "Mingqian, did His Highness send a letter?"

Gu Xiuqi, also known by his courtesy name Jinyu.

Zhong Boxian, whose courtesy name was Mingqian.

"Your Highness has not received a letter, but I think it is time to go to Yingtian Prefecture."

A gleam of brilliance flashed in Zhong Boxuan's eyes, and he shook his head.

"To fight?"

Gu Xiuqi put down the pen in his hand and spoke seriously.

"Your Highness has the appearance of a sun and a moon, and the talent of a dragon and a phoenix. It is not impossible for him to wear a white hat."

Zhong Boxian nodded slightly.

"The king adds white."

"Then we will go straight to Yingtian Prefecture and knock on the emperor's door."

"Even if I die, Jin Yu will fight for the white hat for the Third Master."

Gu Xiuqi stood up slowly.

"Politics is about nurturing the dragon, and strategy is about supporting the dragon."

Zhong Boxian said with a warm smile on his face.

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