Jurchen less than 10,000 people, more than 10,000 people can not resist?
"Humph!"
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes revealed disdain, finding it funny.
"You really know how to put gold on your face. The only highlight of your ancestors can be used to brag for a few lifetimes.”
"We, the descendants of the Yellow Emperor, have been awesome for thousands of years. We're not like these savages, who are invincible just because they do something stupid.”
"It really makes me nauseous!"
Zhu Yuanzhang wiped his mouth and sat back in front of the case. He said with interest,
"What does Boss mean by this?"
"Do you want to take them in and transform them into foreign armies to work for our Great Ming?”
"That's a good idea, but we need to discuss our combat strength.”
"Is it really as evil as he bragged? Did he have to be beaten up by the Mongolians back then?”
Su Bai had mentioned the wonderful function of the foreign army. They didn't eat or take anything, and they didn't feel bad even if they died. Just thinking about it was satisfying.
He had also been thinking about this matter, but there had been too many trivial matters recently and he really could not be in two places at once.
Now that the Crown Prince mentioned this, he was still very happy.
However, Zhu Biao's next sentence made his smile stop abruptly.
"Reporting to Imperial Father, your son does not wish to take him in. Instead,"
Zhu Biao's eyes were burning with determination.
"Your son wants to eradicate them from the roots and prevent future troubles!!”
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened as he gasped, his scalp tingling.
Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots?
To prevent future troubles forever!
Did these words come from the Crown Prince?!
The Crown Prince was kind and generous. He had always advised him to kill less and not to increase unnecessary killings.
What was going on?
He was just about to put down the butcher knife, but the Crown Prince directly snatched it away?!
Zhu Yuanzhang immediately straightened his body and waved nervously, signaling Zhu Biao to come to his side.
"Imperial Father, when your son read the history books, he discovered a pattern that we must pay attention to.”
Zhu Biao stepped forward and bowed. His signature smile was gone, replaced by a serious expression.
"During the Northern Song Dynasty, the Jurchen tribe could be said to be the tribe that the Central Plains Dynasty feared the most. They destroyed the Northern Song Dynasty in just two years.”
"At that time, the Khitans were equally powerful, but they only used eleven years to destroy the Khitans that had been established for more than two hundred years.”
"Imperial Father, the magnificent battle achievements of the Jurchen clan are extremely rare in the vast river of history!”
Zhu Yuanzhang was deep in thought. He tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table and suddenly said,
"During the Song Dynasty, they were awesome for a while, but it was only a flash in the pan.”
"Are you worried that the revival will be detrimental to our Great Ming in the future?”
Zhu Biao nodded seriously and said calmly,"
"Yes, the wildfire won't burn, but the spring breeze will blow again!”
"Liaodong is right under Da Ming's nose and has yet to be recovered, so it's inevitable that people will be worried.”
"Rather than letting the wild grow, it's better to completely eliminate the potential threat!”
Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze narrowed as he caught the flash of killing intent in the Crown Prince's eyes. He could not help but feel gratified.
"I'm happy that you can think like this. This is how an emperor should look like!”
Zhu Yuanzhang patted Zhu Biao's shoulder and said,
"Thunderous means, Bodhisattva heart, good, good!”
"You didn't listen to Mr. Smith's classes for nothing these past two days!”
Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang did not seem to mind, Zhu Biao looked worried and immediately asked,
"What does Imperial Father think?"
"Boss, it's good to think long term, but don't boost others 'morale and diminish your own.”
Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and laughed.
"It's really not that serious. It's not as serious as you think. What can a small Jurchen tribe do?”
"Even if they are good at fighting and are really as amazing as they boast, do they have anyone to use?”
"There's no one here. What's the point of fighting? Our Big Ming will drown to death with a mouthful of saliva from each of them!”
Zhu Yuanzhang sat upright and showed his dominance.
"Besides, haven't we already sent people down to investigate? The scouts haven't returned yet. At least let's listen to the situation first.”
"If they really have disloyalty, there's no hurry to get rid of them. They're just a small group of savages.”
"As for our Crown Prince, why is he panicking like this?”
Da Ming's strategic focus was all on Mobei.
If one were to say that raising a tiger would bring disaster upon oneself, Northern Yuan's threat would be greater.
As for recovering Liaodong and expanding outward, he could do it anytime and anywhere. There was no need to mobilize a large number of troops.
"Father!"
Zhu Biao frowned and was about to argue with him when he suddenly thought of something.
"Imperial Father, wait a moment. Your son will be back soon!”
After saying that.
Zhu Biao strode forward like a tiger and headed to the main hall.
Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned and his eyes were filled with confusion.
What was wrong with him?
He was shocked!
Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head slightly when he saw the Crown Prince walking away. He copied Su Bai's lecture and continued to read it happily.
Not long after.
Zhu Biao came back in a hurry.
Bang!
A tall pile of books was placed on the desk.
Zhu Yuanzhang raised his hand to cover his face and laughed angrily.
"Boss, what are you doing?"
"Do you want to give your father a lesson?”
Zhu Biao didn't have time to wipe his sweat. He hurriedly opened, flipped through, and displayed them.
"Your son does not dare!"
"Imperial Father, please take a look. The Jurchen clan has a long history, dating back to the Qin and Han Dynasties.”
Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at the direction where Zhu Biao was pointing and said,
"Yes, and then?"
Zhu Biao opened a few books and listed them one by one.
"The names of the Jurchen tribes change frequently, but every few hundred years, they will rise up temporarily. They will either fight with foreign countries or the Central Plains.”
"In short, it has never stopped!"
"During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, they fought back and forth with Goguryeo. Back then, Goguryeo's strength was enough to hold off the Sui Dynasty's million strong army!”
Hearing this.
Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly frowned, sensing that something was wrong. He couldn't help but lean forward, unable to laugh anymore.
"It's true that the Meng people destroyed the Jurchen tribe, but Father, look at how Meng Yuan manages this place.”
"Slaughter is forbidden, arrows are forbidden, hunting is forbidden, gold and silver are forbidden, and so on.”
Zhu Biao raised his head and met Zhu Yuanzhang's incredulous gaze. He said firmly,"
"From these vast prohibitions, your son can feel the fear of the Mengyuan Imperial Court!”
"From this, it can be seen that these savages are not just for show!”
"Big Ming cannot be underestimated!"
Zhu Yuanzhang's face darkened as he finally realized the problem.
It wasn't that the Crown Prince was making a mountain out of a molehill, but that these dogs were indeed dishonest!
Or rather, he had never been honest!
Bang!
Zhu Yuanzhang slammed the table and stood up, his anger burning as he said coldly,
"Is there anything else?"
"Father, there is!"
Zhu Biao cupped his hands.
"The Jurchen tribe has a small population of hundreds of thousands, but their comprehensive military resources cannot be underestimated!”
As he spoke, Zhu Biao unfolded the map of Liaodong and said methodically,"
"Liaodong is vast and sparsely populated. The cost of raising horses is much lower than that of Mobei!”
"The hunting activity of attacking the bear and the tiger has also played a role in training the soldiers!”
"This caused the clansmen to be generally brave and good at fighting, and not afraid of death!”
"They have a huge advantage in terms of manpower and armaments, and their combat strength is not inferior to the Mongolians. The only disadvantage is that the land is vast and sparsely populated, and it is difficult for the tribes to accumulate sand into a tower!”
Zhu Biao took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
" If the Jurchen tribe were to have an overlord who could coordinate the overall situation like the Mongolians, that would be the most terrifying thing!!”
"Father, please reconsider!"
The moment he finished speaking, there was complete silence.
Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze was cold, his teeth grinding.
Before this, he had never thought that there was actually a wolf cub lying under Da Ming's feet.
The underestimation of the enemy caused the backward Mongolians to rise rapidly, enslaving the Han for a hundred years!
Such a painful lesson, one time was enough!
"How can you allow others to sleep on the side of the couch?”
Zhu Yuanzhang licked his dry lips and sneered,"
"Fortunately, you woke us up in time. Leaving them alive will only bring disaster sooner or later. In that case,"
"Let's eliminate the threat for our future generations!”
"Plow their courtyards, sweep their caves, eradicate the weeds and roots, and exterminate their entire race!!”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Zhu Biao heaved a sigh of relief and bowed deeply.
"Imperial Father is wise!"
"God bless Da Ming!"
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Biao with gratification and shouted,
"When your Uncle Xu goes to Mobei to take charge, we'll make him turn a corner first, hug the grass and hit the rabbit, and take Liaodong back at the same time. If he dares to leave a single person alive, we'll whip his butt!”
"How is it?"
"Good boy, well done!"
"If I knew that you were so capable, I wouldn't have been the emperor a long time ago!”
Zhu Biao shivered when he heard this. He quickly went forward to help his father sit down. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Imperial Father doesn't dare to speak nonsense. Big Ming can't leave you.”
"Moreover, your son's knowledge is shallow, and there are many things to learn.”
"I was just lucky this time. Your son remembered Teacher Su's teachings, and that's why I ran into a dead rat!”
Hearing this.
Zhu Yuanzhang's interest was even stronger. He sipped his tea contentedly and raised his chin.
"Tell me, what happened?"
"It's like this, Imperial Father. Teacher Su's teaching method has always been to borrow the past to compare to the present. He wants us to discover the answers hidden in the thick history ourselves instead of imparting knowledge roughly.”
Zhu Biao walked forward and said slowly,"
"With history as a mirror, we can know the rise and fall! This was also what Mr. Smith had repeatedly emphasized.”
"With this as a basis, your son thought about Teacher Su's abnormal actions earlier. If Fourth Brother has the chance in the future, he will definitely slaughter and destroy the Jurchen Clan."
"Then, I flipped through the history books and looked for clues. Only then did I discover the wild ambitions of the Jurchen race!”
After a pause, Zhu Biao smiled bitterly.
"Imperial Father, Teacher Su has long seen through the long river of history and glimpsed the spark that controlled the fate of the Great Ming Dynasty."
" But we are surrounded by layers of fog, unable to distinguish the direction of our advance."
Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath and suppressed the throbbing in his heart.
He had seen many so-called great talents over the years.
But none of them could compare to Su Bai.
From his character to his talent, he was impeccable!
He would not bend his knees for the sake of his life.
I'm going to teach the emperor a lesson with my death
Thinking of this.
Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and laughed.
"At this age, I actually got this person again.”
He slowly turned around and faced the Crown Prince, sighing,"
"Brat, you're in luck."
Zhu Biao smiled.
"Big Ming is blessed!"
Seeing this, Zhu Yuanzhang pretended to be unhappy and snorted,
"Don't be so cheeky with us. I see that you've been a little tight these past two days!”
"Aren't you going to do something?"
"And Mr. Smith's homework. If you can't think of it, don't sleep. We're not joking with you!”
Zhu Biao was speechless.
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Main Hall.
The place where the prince had his lessons was filled with ancient and modern books.
All the younger brothers raised their heads and looked at the poem hanging on the wall by their eldest brother, Zhu Biao.
Thousands of hammers chiseled out of the mountains
The fire burns as if it were nothing
I'm not afraid of you
I want to leave my innocence in the world
The younger brothers could not understand the charm of it and only knew how to applaud their eldest brother.
The slightly older King of Qin, King of Jin, and King of Wu shook their heads and enjoyed the food.
At this moment.
Song Lian cupped his hands and stepped forward. He was extremely excited.
"Good poem, good sentence, good rhyme!"
"The Crown Prince's talent has improved a lot. In just a few days, he has climbed to the peak again.”
Zhu Biao smiled and pretended to be confused. He said leisurely,
"Sensei Song, do you think this poem of mine will remain famous for eternity?”
Song Lian was startled by the Crown Prince's arrogance. He could not help but feel uncomfortable.
One had to know that Crown Prince Zhu Biao had been gentle and refined since he was young. He was neither arrogant nor impatient. It was most appropriate to describe him as a modest gentleman.
It was precisely because of this that he did not dare to praise her too much, afraid that it would cause displeasure.
What was happening now?
Song Lian did not have the time to think. He hurriedly bowed and said frankly,
"This poem, from three feet away, I feel a heroic aura pressing on my face!”
"Such a bold and domineering poem that doesn't lose its heroic spirit, I'm afraid that in the entire world, only His Majesty and His Highness the Crown Prince would be moved."
"It's enough to be passed down through the ages!"
"To be honest, Your Highness, this old man thought so from the beginning. However, after hesitating for a long time, I didn't dare to say it directly.”
"Please forgive me, Your Highness!"
Zhu Biao hurried forward and helped the white-bearded old man up. He explained hurriedly,
"Mr. Song, you don't have to be nervous. I was just joking with you.”
"Actually, this poem was not written by me, nor was it written by Imperial Father. It was written by an expert.”
Song Lian: "???"
"This…"
" How is this possible?!"
Song Lian looked at Zhu Biao in disbelief.
As one of the "Four Gentlemen of Eastern Zhejiang", he was praised by Zhu Yuanzhang as "the first of the founding civil officials". In terms of poetry, he was also very accomplished.
As for the ancient quatrain hanging on the wall, he believed that even if he was thirty years younger, he would not be able to write such a heroic spirit of life and death.
When did such an expert appear in Da Ming?
"Mr. Song, would I lie to you?”
"It's not that this old man didn't mean it that way. I made a slip of the tongue, I hope Your Highness won't blame me."
After stabilizing Song Lian's trembling body, Zhu Biao couldn't help but smile and say,"
"It's fine, it's fine. Sensei Song, you don't have to panic. After all, I was the one who was in the wrong first and scared Sensei.”
"Your Highness the Crown Prince has defeated this old man!"
Song Lian swallowed his saliva with difficulty and hurriedly said,"
"If I may be so bold as to ask which great master wrote this poem, Your Highness? Can you introduce me to him?"
Zhu Biao spread his hands and said helplessly,
"I definitely won't be able to see him now. When there's an opportunity in the future, I'll bring him to visit.”
Song Lian was deep in thought and could not hide his disappointment.
"I see."
"This old man was too rude."
As he spoke, a thought flashed in his mind, and his eyes lit up.
"May I ask Your Highness if the original manuscript is still here?”
"Can you let this old man admire it?"
"Seeing a word is like seeing a person.”
Zhu Biao felt a little awkward about Song Lian's thirst for knowledge. He knew he shouldn't have joked, so he couldn't explain.
"The original manuscript is still there, but its position is a little special and it's not convenient for me to take it.”
Song Lian strode forward, his eyes burning with passion.
"Your Highness, it's fine to say it. This old man's selfish desire is to feast his eyes. How dare I trouble Your Highness to condescend!”
Seeing this, Zhu Biao felt a headache coming on.
Helpless, he could only lean over and whisper,"
"Imperial prison!"
Song Lian: "???"
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At the same time.
Zhu Yuanzhang was not idle either.
"Don't talk to us about useless things. Tell me if this war can be fought or not!”
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