Chapter 79: Love starts with the bell, and it’s hard to calm down when the bell stops.

"I stopped the construction of Prince Jin's Mansion, and then built the orphanage."

Zhu Gang suddenly looked at Zhu Biao with embarrassment.

"Isn't this enough?"

Zhu Biao narrowed his eyes and said.

The Prince of Jin Palace built by Zhu Yuanzhang for Zhu Gang was also luxurious and cost a huge amount of money.

But a mere Prince Jin's Mansion might not be enough to support the expenses of the orphanage, right?
After all, if Zhu Gang was able to build an orphanage to adopt abandoned children, the number of them could not be just a few hundred, but most likely thousands.

Moreover, the three meals a day for these children and the staff of the orphanage may seem like a small expense, but in the long run, it will be a huge expense.

So how could a Jin Palace afford such huge expenses?

"I also stopped the imperial court's expansion of Taiyuan."

Zhu Gang still scratched his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"That's no surprise."

Zhu Biao nodded thoughtfully.

But it was only a moment, Zhu Biao turned back suddenly, stared at Zhu Gang with wide eyes and said: "What did you stop? You stopped the expansion of Taiyuan!"

"Well, in order to deal with the emergency, I can only come up with this best strategy."

"But you don't have to worry too much. In the seventh year of Hongwu, I returned triumphantly from the grassland and started to expand Taiyuan again. And it's even better than the original one."

Faced with Zhu Biao's shock, Zhu Gang hurriedly explained.

Whether it was stopping the construction of the Prince of Jin's Mansion or stopping the construction of Taiyuan, the original intention was for the benefit of the people of Taiyuan and even the north, so Zhu Gang did nothing wrong in this regard.

After all, Zhu Gang was a prince. He did not want a palace, nor did he engage in construction projects. He was wholeheartedly concerned about the people and the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty. So even if Zhu Yuanzhang blamed him after knowing the truth, he would be very pleased.

Furthermore, fighting to support war was Zhu Gang’s strong point, and every battle he fought on the grassland was profitable.

This is why Taiyuan was able to return to its heyday within three years.

"Hey"

Zhu Biao, who originally wanted to say a few words about Zhu Gang, sighed again.

In this matter, the third son was indeed right. After all, his grandfather often taught him that as a prince of the Ming Dynasty and a member of the royal family, he must put the people first.

As long as the final result is good, no matter how big the mistake is, it is understandable.

"In fact, you can send a message back to the capital, and even if you hide it from the old man, you can send a message to me and let me help you."

As he spoke, Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Gang with some heartache.

Just by stopping the operation of Prince Jin's Mansion, Zhu Biao could understand what kind of suffering Zhu Gang had endured in Taiyuan. As an elder brother, he naturally felt sorry for his younger brother.

"The old man and I have a bad temper, you know that, and I was still angry at the time, so I didn't think of asking the old man for help."

"And I also want to make some achievements, so as to tell the old man that his national policies are of no practical use."

"After all, the old man, as an emperor, never knows how to grasp the general direction, but only knows how to grasp the details. He is also very prone to anger and kills people at any time."

"Sometimes, even for us sons, it is difficult to communicate with him, so I am too lazy to submit a petition."

"Be careful not to let him do something like that again. I'll just go to Taiyuan and have some crazy ideas. Then he'll just arrest me and bring me back to Yingtianfu."

Hearing this, Zhu Gang rolled his eyes again and said.

After all, almost all parents in this world are like this. From ancient times to the present, it seems that it has not changed. On the one hand, they are afraid that you will not be successful, and on the other hand, they think that you have no future.

And even if you achieve something successful, they will still find fault with you.

Zhu Yuanzhang was naturally no exception. Of course, it was right for parents to do what was best for their children, so as sons, they could only swallow their anger.

Just like Zhu Biao in front of him, sometimes he clearly felt that Zhu Yuanzhang was wrong, but he could not refute him. Moreover, Zhu Biao also understood that even if he refuted, he could not beat Zhu.

"You really know our father's temperament very well."

Zhu Biao couldn't help but complain about this.

"Just tell me, right?"

Zhu Gang glanced at Zhu Biao and said.

"Correct."

Zhu Biao nodded helplessly.

"So I can only do this thing, and then come to the old man and talk about the pros and cons."

"And now it's clear that I was indeed right and the old man was indeed wrong."

"After all, I am his son, and I have proved it with facts. Even if he is furious, he has to admit that it is his fault."

Zhu Gang straightened his back again and stretched slowly.

Zhu Gang's move directly controlled Old Zhu, making him completely lose his temper.

"Let's go meet the old man. I must convince him to lift the curfew and open Salesian homes across the country."

Afterwards, Zhu Biao clenched his fists again and then looked at Zhu Gang and said.

"Maybe tomorrow."

In response, Zhu Gang pointed to the setting sun outside the window and said, "We have been talking for too long. It is almost dark. Let's not make things difficult for the old man at night."

Zhu Biao just noticed that the sky outside had darkened, so he nodded.

Little did they know that at this time Zhu Yuanzhang and Empress Ma were standing at the door of the study, listening to the conversation between the two brothers.

Moreover, Zhu Yuanzhang's face was sometimes thoughtful and sometimes livid, which made Empress Ma cover her mouth for fear that she would laugh at Zhu Yuanzhang too loudly.

Then Old Zhu flicked his sleeves and pulled Queen Ma away from the Prince's Eastern Palace. However, it must be said that although Zhu Gang of their family had a vicious tongue.

But it does serve the people in a down-to-earth manner. Just for this point, Old Zhu is very satisfied. But satisfaction is satisfaction, but you can't frame your father.

"Wang Jinghong, please invite Duke Hanguo to the Imperial Study tomorrow."

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had just walked out of the Crown Prince's East Palace, turned to look at Wang Jinghong and thought, "Just say we have something to discuss with him."

"According to the order."

Wang Jinghong bowed quickly.

"Are you still angry with your son?"

On the way back to the palace, Empress Ma couldn't help but look at Old Zhu and joked.

"We've experienced his mouth since we were little."

"We won't be angry with our son over such a small matter."

Old Zhu waved his hand with some emotion.

But even though he said that, what did Lao Zhu think?
Empress Ma knew better than Zhu Yuanzhang, so she rolled her eyes immediately.

To his other sons, Mr. Zhu has a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

But for Zhu Gang, he was absolutely soft-hearted and determined.

So don’t be fooled by what Old Zhu says, like he won’t blame Zhu Gang or his own son. Just wait and see whether he beats Zhu Gang tomorrow or not.

"Besides, even if we don't say anything else, we are also heartbroken after hearing what the Third Brother said." But Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care what Queen Ma was thinking at the moment. Instead, he just said, "Eating children, abandoning babies, drowning, we can't afford to raise them, but we just ignored this problem."

After saying this, Zhu Yuanzhang sighed deeply again.

After all, Zhu Yuanzhang came from a poor family, so the word "poverty" was naturally still fresh in his mind and he dared not forget it at all.

Therefore, after Zhu Yuanzhang established the Ming Dynasty, he had been working hard to ensure that the people had enough food to eat. For this purpose, he personally took care of everything, worked day and night, and devoted all his energy to it.

But the rule of the Yuan Dynasty ended, the chaotic world was unified, but the lives of the people never got better, and today they understand the disadvantages of the curfew even more.

Moreover, ever since Zhu Gang returned to Beijing and re-discussed the Hongwu strategies, Zhu has become a little unconfident and even has some doubts as to whether he really can't govern the country.
But throughout history, many emperors have done this, and it has never caused any major trouble.

As he thought about it, Lao Zhu sighed again and again.

"Relax, this is not your problem. This is how it has been solved in almost every dynasty, so you don't have to worry."

"If you insist on an explanation, it's that you have a good son, and a good son who can see through the essence."

"So you should be happy, after all, others are not as lucky as you."

Looking at the sighing Zhu Yuanzhang, Empress Ma shook her head gently, then took Zhu's hand and comforted him softly.

What Empress Ma said was indeed correct. If Zhu Gang had not transcended the limitations of this era, he might not have done better than Zhu Yuanzhang.

But it was precisely because Zhu Gang had experienced that era, the era when he was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, that Zhu Gang understood the sorrow of being born under a feudal dynasty.

Therefore, from the very beginning, when Zhu Gang faced this chaotic world where people were starving and bones were everywhere, he had no selfish motives. Everything he did was worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth!

What Zhu Gang wanted was just for everyone to live in a spacious house and no longer have to worry about having enough food and clothing.

"Well, we have three good sons."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled again, and he casually took Empress Ma into his arms, saying, "But if it weren't for you, how could we have three such good sons."

As he spoke, a touch of tenderness flashed across his face.

"You are already an old married couple, but you are still so out of tune."

Empress Ma rolled her eyes at Zhu Yuanzhang, but she felt sweet in her heart.

But to be honest, in his life, Zhu Yuanzhang really gave all his tenderness to Empress Ma, so much so that after Empress Ma passed away, Zhu Yuanzhang's sword no longer had a scabbard.

At this time in the prince's study, Zhu Biao and Zhu Gang were staring at each other.

"What did you say? You want to get me to do business? Can you please stop making trouble? I'll call you Big Brother, okay?"

"And if the old man knew about this, he would definitely skin us both alive. Besides, I am the crown prince after all, and you are also the prince of a country. How can you show up in public and do business?"

Zhu Biao shook his head like a wave drum and looked at Zhu Gangdao.

Who in the entire Ming Dynasty didn't know that what Zhu Yuanzhang hated most were those merchants who did not produce anything but were always thinking about doing business?

Zhu Yuanzhang also stipulated that all dukes and officials above the fourth rank were not allowed to allow their sons, family members, or servants to open shops in the market, lend money, or go out to trade in salt or other goods.

It can be seen from here that if Zhu Gang and Zhu Biao really got involved in business, Zhu would really beat them to death.

Therefore, even if Zhu Biao was beaten to death, he would never agree to go into business.

"Boss, let me ask you, do you know what it means to use business to support industry and industry to support agriculture?"

Zhu Gang's lips curled up into a mysterious smile.

"do not know."

Zhu Biao shook his head in a very bachelor manner.

"It's actually very simple. Using business to support industry and industry to support agriculture, in the final analysis, is to let business and industry support each other and jointly promote the development of agriculture."

"For example, merchants can purchase farmers' crops in advance and provide them with funds to improve their production conditions. This is 'using business to help farmers'."

“As for industry, we can produce more efficient agricultural tools and improved seeds.”

"We can even develop agricultural product processing to increase the value of agricultural products and benefit farmers, which is 'using industry to support agriculture'."

"On the contrary, the abundance of agriculture can also provide a stable supply of raw materials for industry. When farmers' income increases, it can become a strong support for the commercial market, thereby driving the further development of industry and commerce."

Faced with Zhu Biao's bachelorhood, Zhu Gang looked at Zhu Biao patiently and explained.

Zhu Biao frowned slightly, as if he was digesting these words. After a moment, he slowly said, "You mean, through this method, an interaction can be formed, which can not only improve agriculture, but also promote the prosperity of industry and commerce?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gang decisively gave a thumbs up.

"It does sound good, but you still seem to be against our old man."

Zhu Biao could naturally understand what Zhu Gang meant, but a hint of helplessness flashed across his eyes.

In the final analysis, isn't this still a criticism of Zhu Yuanzhang's national policy of emphasizing agriculture and suppressing commerce?
And there is one thing that Zhu Gang may not have understood, that is, using business to support industry, and using industry to support agriculture, what does this have to do with the two brothers doing business?
Even if they wanted to do this, it was not their turn. After all, given their status, how could they just follow the merchants?

"He's wrong, and you won't let anyone object?"

Instead, Zhu Gang narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Besides, don't you think your life in the Crown Prince's Eastern Palace is a bit too shabby?"

"As a prince of a country, you live in such poverty. As your younger brother, I feel sad to see you live in such poverty. That's why I want to help you. Don't be ungrateful."

After a pause, Zhu Gang spoke again.

"Then I have to thank you."

Zhu Biao was still unhappily speaking.

"Brother, why are you being so polite to me?"

Zhu Gang put his arm around Zhu Biao's shoulders and continued smiling.

"There must be a way to do business, otherwise, it will be a losing business, so you should give up this idea and focus on governing the country."

Hearing this, Zhu Biao glanced at Zhu Gang again, and in his words, he was still persuading Zhu Gang to give up this idea and govern the country with peace of mind.

"Selling salt, selling sugar, what can't be sold? What can't be sold?"

"Don't tell me about salt permits. With our status as brothers, we are not afraid of not getting salt permits. Moreover, as long as we dare to sell, who dares to check?"

A hint of disdain flashed across Zhu Gang's eyes, but he patted Zhu Biao on the shoulder and said.

"But what you said is not unusual."

In response, Zhu Biao still shook his head.

"Because these are not the businesses I want to do most."

Zhu Gang pretended to be mysterious and looked at Zhu Biao and smiled.

"So what kind of business do you want to start?"

This suddenly aroused Zhu Biao's curiosity.

"Love rises with the bell, but it is difficult to calm down when the bell stops."

Zhu Gang's eyes showed a hint of emotion as he spoke.

Zhu Biao: “???!”

(End of this chapter)