Chapter 238

He immediately burst out laughing.

"Ancestor, my son has logged on."

"Quick, son, call me 'Dad'. This is our Great Ming's founding Emperor Taizu."

"Don't be shy, call out."

He saw Emperor Chenghua, Zhu Jianshen, looking somewhat shyly at his youthful version of his father.

Zhu Qi immediately laughed and said,

"You're so old now, why are you still a stranger to us?"

"D... D... Dad, son, son..."

Zhu Di's corner of the mouth twitched slightly.

"Who taught this child that accent? Calling 'Dad' shouldn't have that 'er' sound attached."

"... Your subject, no, not a stranger."

In an instant.

The chat group immediately fell into a deathly silence.

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyelids twitched twice. Looking at Zhu Jianshen in the chat group, he gritted his teeth and asked,

"Can't you speak properly, you brat?"

Hearing this, Zhu Jianshen immediately panicked.

"T-Taizu, th-this is a habit Your Subject picked up in childhood."

Listening to Zhu Jianshen speak,

Zhu Yuanzhang's expression twisted with anxiety.

"No, what exactly is wrong with you?! Someone explain this to us!"

Zhu Jianshen was so anxious that fine beads of sweat seeped onto his forehead.

Looking at Zhu Yuanzhang, he said,

"M-My father, d-during the Northern Expedition, Your Subject w-was deposed and reinstated three times!"

"After that, Your Subject couldn't get rid of this habit."

"Your Subject, 550 is anxious too, ah!"

"But the more anxious I get, the m-more, m-more..."

"The more I can't speak?"

"Ai!"

Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath.

"Deposed and reinstated three times..."

"Good heavens, you brat are getting more and more impressive! Why didn't we see how impressive you were before?!"

Jiajing looked at Zhu Jianshen with some difficulty and couldn't help but speak for his grandfather,

"Emperor Taizu, this imperial ancestor of mine just has this one small flaw."

"Although he stutters a bit, his governance is beyond reproach. Since the founding of our Great Ming, there was the Hongwu Governance, the Yongle Prosperity, the Renxuan Governance, and the Cheng-Hong Revival. This Emperor Xianzong was the founder of the Cheng-Hong Revival!"

Before the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, the term 'Hongzhi Revival' did not exist; all unofficial histories and notes of the Ming people only mentioned the 'Cheng-Hong Revival'.

After the Qing army entered the pass, because of the Chenghua Plowing of the Courtyard, the 'Cheng-Hong Revival' was changed to the 'Hongzhi Revival'.

Hearing Jiajing's words,

Zhu Yuanzhang unconsciously murmured,

"Hongwu, Yongle, Renxuan, Cheng-Hong... wait, something is missing in between?"

Zhu Qi's corner of the mouth twitched slightly.

Jiajing casually added,

"Oh right, there's also the Jingtai Governance, it was just too short, so no one mentions it."

Zhu Qi's small face turned iron-green, and he nearly stamped his feet as he shouted,

"No, you descendants are so ignorant of etiquette? You praised everyone but skipped right over me, didn't you?!"

Jiajing said with a face full of innocence,

"Great-Grandfather, in the twentieth year of Chenghua, our Great Ming's Imperial Granary stored twenty-two million shi of grain. Such immense reserves were unheard of in ancient times; how can it not be called an era of good governance!"

Hearing this,

even Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath of cold air.

"Good heavens, twenty-two million shi!"

"Even in our Hongwu reign, the official granaries don't have this much grain now!"

The grain stored in the Imperial Granary in the late years of Chenghua was the peak of both the Ming and Qing dynasties, referring not only to the Ming but also including the so-called 'Potato Prosperity' of the Qing.

From the twentieth year of Chenghua until the fall of the Qing, the grain stored in the Imperial Granary never reached this peak again.

Zhu Jianshen took a deep breath.

"Your Subject, day and night, day and night, never forgot the hardships of the people's livelihood, sigh."

Hearing this, Old Zhu couldn't help but feel somewhat moved.

"@Emperor Yingzong Rui, come, come! You Zhu family has such a good child, and you ruined him like this?! You come here, come!"

This was a descendant of the Zhu family.

Scared into stuttering from a young age.

Even so, he still managed to leave behind twenty-two million shi of grain reserves for the people of the world!

Just thinking about it, one knows how much suffering Zhu Jianshen endured in his life!

At this thought, Zhu Yuanzhang's hand itched again as he looked at Zhu Qi.

142, Su Qiao: Director Jiang is actually quite a good person; let me give you a large mansion first!

Zhu Qi, watching from within the chat group as Zhu Yuanzhang's hair stood on end with rage, felt his heart tremble.

Just as Zhu Yuanzhang was counting on his fingers, preparing to go over and personally "educate" Zhu Qi.

Zhu Jianshen, who had originally stuttered, suddenly looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and advised.

"Great Ancestor Emperor, this matter is not my father's fault; the Imperial Uncle had no choice."

"Is this not how it always is in the imperial family?"

Hearing Zhu Jianshen's words.

The emperors in the chat group immediately fell silent.

Everyone looked at the eloquent Zhu Jianshen in disbelief.

Zhu Qi could not hold back first; he leaped up, looked at Zhu Jianshen, and scolded.

"You little rascal, were you holding back here to trap your father?"

"So you can speak properly after all?"

Zhu Jianshen hurriedly explained.

"Imperial Father, your son only speaks without stuttering when he is by Sister Wan's side."

Hearing this, Zhu Qi was stunned for a moment.

"Sister Wan? Which Sister Wan?"

Zhu Jianshen's face turned red, and he spoke softly.

"Imperial Father, you do not know yet; it is Sister Wan who has been taking care of your son since childhood."

A look of confusion appeared on Zhu Qi's face.

"Sister Wan? All the maids in your palace right now were personally selected by me... no, the maids by your side are all the same age as me."

"How many years older is this Sister Wan of yours?!"

Hearing this, Zhu Jianshen seemed as if he had touched upon some sorrowful matter.

"She is... not even twenty years old..."

Hearing this.

Let alone Zhu Yuanzhang.

Even Zhu Qi's blood pressure rose.

"Not even twenty years old?! Not even twenty years old?!"

"I say, son, there are so many beautiful sisters in our palace, yet you look up to none of them and insist on one so old?"