Chapter 245: Sometimes, Opposition is Also a Form of Cooperation

Quite a few people were waiting to see Zhu Zhu Yijun make a fool of himself, waiting to see this fifteen-year-old child act recklessly, leading the Great Ming into a dive, igniting contradictions completely, and finally reaching an uncontrollable situation.

Like a fifteen-year-old child who plays too many games and jumps off a high-rise building, not knowing that he will die, thinking he can fly. Only when the child jumps does he realize he can't.

Some people with ulterior motives were waiting for that moment.

However, from the handling of Zhang Zhang Juzheng's departure from the court, one could see that this fifteen-year-old child was not lacking in experience in dealing with problems. At least he knew to tie a safety rope around his waist before jumping. This safety rope was the Western Hills ancestor, Zhang Zhang Juzheng.

Zhang Zhang Juzheng coming out of the mountains meant that the little Emperor's government decrees were problematic and damaging to his sage reputation. But this safety rope was just that important. The supreme, seemingly omnipotent Emperor had a chance to start over because he had this safety rope.

The supreme, omnipotent young Emperor easily misunderstood himself as omnipotent, even omnipotent enough to defeat death head-on. Consequently, in his cognition, he developed a sense of "I am different from the ordinary," a sense of transcendence that is completely consistent with the harm of "talking about the mind while folding one's hands."

This sense of transcendence would not only exist in Zhu Zhu Yijun, but also in the children of powerful and influential families who were born noble and lacked nothing.

Zhang Zhang Juzheng's lectures mainly focused on how to be a person.

These people with ulterior motives were also waiting for that day, because Zhang Zhang Juzheng returned to court without completing his mourning, and the Emperor and the Grand Teacher would definitely have a conflict that would affect the Great Ming because of power.

Muddling the water to catch fish—since ancient times, nothing has been better than this.

Zhu Zhu Yijun ended this court discussion. He asked Wang Wang Xijue to commit suicide out of fear of crime and pushed for the official edition of the Four Books and Five Classics annotated by Zhang Zhang Juzheng. Both of these things were a bit like jumping off a building.

The silence of the court officials was not necessarily disloyalty to the Emperor. Their silence, to a certain extent, was awe of some deeply rooted forces in this world.

In terms of reason and institutional design, the Great Ming Emperor is supreme. The reality is that some deeply rooted forces are extremely terrifying, forces far more stable than imperial power.

After the court discussion, Zhu Zhu Yijun kept the Minister of Works, Guo Guo Chaobin, and met with the sailors and crew who had returned from the ocean. These sailors and crew were extremely terrified, but not so terrified that they were restless. The sacred and solemn imperial palace opened its gates to them.

The project of the imperial palace's central axis supervised by Wang Wang Chonggu had entered the final decoration stage, so the scars of the fire could no longer be seen from the outside. The palace walls acting as barriers remained, and would only be completely dismantled after the decoration was finished, restoring them to their original state.

Several sailors and crew walked into the Zhao Wenhua Hall and paid homage to the Great Ming Emperor—a fifteen-year-old, strong and powerful child.

Zhu Zhu Yijun asked many questions. The sailors were very nervous, but they answered the questions fluently.

The Emperor was not as terrifying as the towering giant waves. After witnessing the power of nature and experiencing the great terror between life and death, these sailors and crew naturally had less awe for authority.

This is also the core logic of the successive dynasties emphasizing literature and suppressing martial arts: "Knights use martial arts to break the law."

In an imperial state, soldiers who are used to fighting on the battlefield are always more intuitive about some authority, or rather, injustice—more directly, exploitation—and will use force to solve it. Just like when the Emperor was pushing for the official edition of the Four Books and Five Classics, Qi Qi Jiguang suddenly spoke up and said, "It is not impossible."

The Emperor had no motivation to strengthen martial arts, because with the Great Ming's strength, those border losses, or even the losses in the capital region, would not affect the Emperor's luxury. But strengthening martial arts would affect the Emperor's throne.

The sailors answered the Emperor's questions, especially about the customs and people on the sea.

The sailors and crew introduced the Kume clan of Ryukyu. The Kume clan was a group of Great Ming people on the Ryukyu Islands, also known as the "Thirty-Six Clans of Min." They were immigrants to Ryukyu by the decree of the Taizu Gao Emperor during the Emperor Hongwu era and were an important political force in Ryukyu.

They introduced the booming development of the Manila port. In one year, many streets had appeared on the coast, and countries in the South Seas all came to Manila for business. All kinds of rare treasures from the South Seas could be seen in Manila, and even silverware from the West would appear, because there were merchant ships of the Red-Haired Barbarians coming from the east.

They introduced the deathly silence of the doldrums at the equator, the kind of loneliness and calm that penetrated the bones, making people go crazy. People on the ship would be driven to madness in that environment, and then go insane and dive into the sea, never to be seen again.

When there were towering giant waves, they hated the waves; when it was calm for a long time, they missed the waves.

They also introduced the Yangcheng located in Mexico. There were Great Ming people in Yangcheng, mostly from Fujian and Guangzhou. Of course, there was also the brutal rule of the Red-Haired Barbarians in the local area, because there would be a dead-man pit next to the mine. The largest dead-man pit the sailors saw could bury at least over ten thousand people.

They also introduced the strange indigenous people of the New World. Some indigenous people had very large feet. They liked to absorb the water of a plant called "dead vine." After absorbing it, people would fall into an infinite illusion, waving their claws and dancing, acting like they were crazy—a short-lived joy amidst extreme pain.

They also introduced the violent Atlantic Ocean, the free city that didn't follow any rules, and the overly open atmosphere of the West.

Zhu Zhu Yijun was very interested in their journey. They would communicate and exchange with the writers of the capital's poetry societies and miscellaneous newspapers as eyewitnesses of the ocean voyage, and finally record the journey in the form of pictures and text.

The sailors presented the ocean needle chart, which was a chart indicating what kind of iconic navigation signs the needle pointed to. In some key locations, the needle chart also had a celestial chart, which was a depiction of the celestial phenomena at a certain place to determine one's position. This was extremely precious navigation data.

The needle chart was the most important navigation chart at the time.

The Minister of Works, Guo Guo Chaobin, mainly asked about the Great Ming's shipbuilding, especially the pain points that might cause shipwrecks, such as certain vulnerable places, reinforcing the ship's hull with steel wrapped in wood, the wind-receiving masts, the dense sails, etc. Guo Guo Chaobin asked very detailed questions. This was a technical bureaucrat, a practical official who did real things.

Zhu Zhu Yijun awarded all the sailors and crew with third-class merit medals and corresponding rewards, and the Songjiang Prefecture, Ministry of Works, and Ministry of War all rewarded them. At the same time, he ordered Songjiang Prefecture to erect a far-ocean monument and personally wrote the inscription. All the sailors and crew who died in the far ocean would have their names and deeds engraved. Many of their bones were buried in the sea, but their names would be remembered by the Great Ming forever.

"After carving the needle chart, send it to the third display cabinet of the side hall, the Industrial Academy," Zhu Zhu Yijun said solemnly to Feng Bao. "Grand Attendant, supervise it carefully. This is a precious gift brought by the sailors, so be sure to keep it in mind."

Feng Bao took the sea chart and said very solemnly, "I will hand it over to Xu Jue to supervise personally."

Zhu Zhu Yijun nodded in agreement. He didn't care whether Antonio paid back the money, nor did he care about the little silver he lent to Antonio. There were over five million taels of silver and over one million silver coins lying in the inner treasury; he wasn't short of money.

But the Great Ming was short of this sea chart, especially the sea chart made by the Great Ming itself.

Whether the sea chart presented by Antonio was true or false, it just needed to be carefully compared. Even Antonio himself didn't know where the errors were.

"Grand Minister of Works, follow me to Wang Wang Xijue's mansion in the capital later," Zhu Zhu Yijun stood up. He didn't let Guo Guo Chaobin leave. Today, he planned to take Zhu Zhu Yiliu and his imperial uncle Zhu Zhu Zaiyu to Wang Wang Xijue's mansion to see the regulations of the Great Ming's top luxury residence and let them see the extravagance of the Great Ming's wealthy families.

After Guo Guo Chaobin understood the Emperor's intention, he bowed and said, "I obey the decree."

Guo Guo Chaobin went one step ahead. The Emperor's outings were never simple; there was a lot to prepare.

The Emperor had to change into ordinary clothes, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard had to clear the streets in advance to eliminate risks. This was already the specification that Zhu Zhu Yijun had reduced again and again, defying the two Grand Ministers of Rites, Ma Ma Ziqiang and Wan Wan Shihe. There were no pilot cars, no white elephants, no music or dance troupes from the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, no tedious shouting of names that made people annoyed, and no commoners kneeling to shout "Long Live" three times.

Ma Ma Ziqiang and Wan Wan Shihe were helpless about this reduction in ritual system. They could only let it be. Under the premise of ensuring the Emperor's safety, they made in-depth changes to the ritual laws.

And Guo Guo Chaobin would use this time to restore the various luxuries of Wang Wang Xijue's mansion. After all, after Wang Wang Xijue was arrested, the mansion had become a government residence. The residence was basically useless; it couldn't be sold, and it couldn't be rewarded.

This kind of residence, because a high official fell, was unsellable in an era that paid attention to Feng Shui. It would always be considered that the luxury residence hindered the owner. To some extent, this was also true, because the investigation of Wang Wang Xijue started from this luxury residence. Even if it were rewarded, whoever received this reward and didn't commit suicide that night meant they didn't have a submissive heart.

Therefore, this kind of luxury residence would slowly collapse over time, and only after decades, when people slowly forgot these things, would the land carrying the stories be built with residences again.

When Zhu Zhu Yijun brought his younger brother and imperial uncle to Wang Wang Xijue's ten-acre luxury residence, he found that it was really very, very close to the Imperial Academy.

"See Your Majesty. May Your Majesty be safe."

The sound of shouting and drinking appeared as soon as Zhu Zhu Yijun got off the imperial carriage. The whole street was empty, filled with Zhao Tishuai cavalry. These Zhao Tishuai cavalry were personally led by Zhao Zhao Mengyou, responsible for protecting the Emperor's safety. The officials of the Ministry of Works and others who followed also knelt down in a large area.

Zhu Zhu Yijun looked at the end of the street and was stunned. He pointed to the end of the street and asked, "Why is there a stage there?"

"I heard that the owner of this mansion was arrested, so naturally someone came to perform plays," Guo Guo Chaobin answered this question. He thought for a while and explained more precisely, "In fact, the opera troupes and the crowd don't know who exactly lives here, but hearing that the person in this mansion had bad luck, they all came to watch the fun."

"I heard that the owner of this mansion was arrested, so naturally, some people would come to perform." Guo Guo Chaobin answered this question. He thought for a moment and said more precisely, "Actually, the opera troupes and crowds that gathered don't know who exactly lived here, but they heard that the people in this mansion had bad luck, so they all came to watch the fun."

"Every time a big official like this falls, regardless of whether they are good or bad, they have to perform a play."

Zhu Zhu Yijun looked at Guo Guo Chaobin with great surprise. Guo Guo Chaobin didn't speak much on weekdays, but today, when he was asked to accompany the Emperor on an outing, these words were very specific. The cause behind a phenomenon was analyzed thoroughly, and his attainment in the theory of contradictions was very deep.

There is a contradiction here: the common people hate, but they can't hate any specific person, so they can only hate the court. It was the court that gave them the power of life and death to take whatever they wanted, letting them be "Blue Sky" (honest) officials, but they became "Turbid Sky" (corrupt) officials.

"This custom is very good," Zhu Zhu Yijun looked at the stage at the end of the street and said, "Just let them sing."

"Zhu Yiliu, come here." Zhu Zhu Yijun stood still in front of the huge gate and looked at the golden rivets on the purple gate, saying, "Do you know? This Wang Wang Xijue is known for his integrity. They say he is an honest official. Look at this gate, do you think it is honest?"

Zhu Zhu Yiliu looked at the purple and magnificent gate and thought for a while before answering the question: "I don't know, but I only know that brother doesn't wear purple robes but green robes, because the dye for purple robes is expensive. Mother even reprimanded the Grand Teacher for this matter."

The stone lions in front of the gate were majestic, and the threshold was so high that Zhu Zhu Yiliu had to lift his legs with all his might. There were side gates on both sides of the gate. On weekdays, the main gate was not opened, and only big figures could walk through the main gate.

Undoubtedly, Zhu Zhu Yijun was a big figure. He walked forward, and the gate opened slowly under the pull of the gatekeeper, without the slightest sound.

Zhu Zhu Yijun stood at the threshold and couldn't help but think of going to Zhang Zhang Juzheng's house for a meal. Zhang Zhang Juzheng had dismantled the threshold completely both times. This was the etiquette when Zhu Zhu Yuanzhang went to the Great General Xu Da's house for a meal. Where the Son of Heaven steps, it is like walking on flat ground.

Clearly, Guo Guo Chaobin didn't know this etiquette, so he didn't dismantle the threshold, and Feng Bao was immediately anxious.

"Your Majesty, walk slowly." Feng Bao hurriedly pulled several eunuchs, dismantled the threshold of the main gate, and invited His Majesty to enter.

Feng Bao winked at Guo Guo Chaobin, telling him to dismantle all the thresholds in the mansion immediately. Guo Guo Chaobin was terrified. He had never handled such a reception, so how could he know there was this rule? He was sweating from anxiety.

Zhu Zhu Yijun said very gently, "Grand Minister of Works, I am not looking at the threshold, I am looking at the hinges of this door. Look, such a heavy and thick door, and there is no sound at all. These hinges are covered with shark oil."

Shark oil is whale brain oil, which flows out after opening a hole in the whale's forehead. A giant whale has no more than three hundred catties of shark oil. Zhu Zhu Yijun has to rely on the tribute of the national surname Zhengma to obtain this top-level lubricating oil, but Wang Wang Xijue used this stuff on the hinges of his gate.

Zhu Zhu Yijun gave Guo Guo Chaobin a step down. Those who don't know are not guilty. This is not some ritual that must be learned. Besides, old Guo is honest and diligent in handling affairs. Feng Bao's winking shouldn't scare people.

Guo Guo Chaobin breathed a sigh of relief. His Majesty's credibility is excellent. Since he gave a step down, it means he really doesn't care. His Majesty has never been a person who is hard to understand, nor does he like the set of imperial heart-tricks. Imperial heart-tricks are the subjective speculation of the Emperor wanting to do whatever he wants.

And Zhu Zhu Yijun is a human Emperor who follows human rules.

As soon as Zhu Zhu Yijun stepped into the main gate, the extremely quiet mansion began to become lively. The servants began to get busy, and the whole mansion seemed to be activated. Everyone was active, running around, holding all kinds of objects. Two servants walked to within five feet of the Emperor, each holding a lantern.

"Do we need to light lanterns in broad daylight?" Zhu Zhu Yijun really knew nothing about luxury. He asked Guo Guo Chaobin. Guo Guo Chaobin was also slightly confused and asked the housekeeper before learning why these two people were needed.

During the day, it is for guiding the way; at night, it is for lighting. Just like when the Emperor goes out, the Embroidered Uniform Guard needs to clear the streets. When the old Duke goes home, someone needs to guide the way. As for holding those two lanterns during the day, it is for a sense of ritual.

Zhu Zhu Yijun understood, walked into the main gate, and entered the area of the shadow wall. On the shadow wall were four words: "Tranquility leads to far." The Emperor was slightly disappointed, thinking Wang Wang Xijue would write "Heaven rewards diligence." The shadow wall was carved and embellished with red wood and red pear from Hainan, wrapped in shadow wall stone, looking extremely dignified.

"Do you need to light lamps in broad daylight?" Zhu Zhu Yijun knew nothing about extravagance. He asked Guo Guo Chaobin, who was also slightly bewildered and asked the butler before finding out why these two people were there.

"Good poem!" Feng Bao immediately offered a flattery. This was an instinct. The Emperor never recited poetry on weekdays. Since he finally recited a few lines, he naturally had to praise them.

"This is a poem sent by a poet to this residence, not written by me," Zhu Zhu Yijun walked in the bamboo forest, with the bamboo forest on the left and the bluestone-spliced stone road on the right. The white jade-carved railings were spotless. The scenery was clear and harmonious.

"That is also well recited by Your Majesty!" Feng Bao didn't care at all. No matter who wrote this poem, from today on, this poem was written by His Majesty.

Even Zhang Zhang Juzheng wouldn't dare to fight with His Majesty for the copyright!

Zhu Zhu Yijun strolled on the bluestone road, walked past the lake and frog croaks, walked past the bamboo forest and cicada chirps, and came to the first water pavilion. A nine-turn bridge connected to the water pavilion, and the other side of the nine-turn bridge connected to the Embroidery Snow Hall.

Zhu Zhu Yijun stood in the water pavilion, paused slightly, and continued forward. The Embroidery Snow Hall took the allusion of Su Shi being demoted to Huangzhou, where he lived in the Linquan Pavilion and built the Snow Hall. The money for Su Shi to build the Snow Hall was given by his younger brother when he was demoted.

Su Shi was a person who would never wrong himself, and in order not to let his brother be wronged, Su Zhe gave all the money he had saved to his brother.

"Is this place good or not?" Zhu Zhu Yijun walked into the Embroidery Snow Hall and asked Zhu Zhu Yiliu about his impression of this place.

The Emperor, who knew nothing about luxury, didn't know the expensiveness of these furniture, nor did he know the value of the gold and stone objects on the display shelves, but it looked very expensive, and that was enough.

He recognized that kind of paper—Korean tribute paper, a tribute from Korea, a top-quality paper. It was good paper that Zhu Zhu Yijun rarely used himself, piled up by the desk in the side hall, covered with brocade.

"Luxurious," Zhu Zhu Yiliu said very firmly. As a Great Ming Prince, Zhu Zhu Yiliu shouldn't be so ignorant. What treasures didn't the inner treasury have? Why be stunned by the furnishings of a minister's house?

But, the gadgets on the antique shelf, Zhu Zhu Yiliu hadn't seen many of them.

This had to be blamed on Zhang Zhang Juzheng. Zhang Zhang Juzheng advised the Emperor to be frugal every few days, and the Emperor followed the advice. Empress Dowager Li also didn't want to be extravagant, so the furnishings in the palace were mainly practical. Therefore, Wang Wang Xijue lived more luxuriously than the Emperor.

"But this place doesn't look like a home," Zhu Zhu Yiliu looked for a long time, but still shook his head. If he were to live here, he would rather go to his brother's Guanghan Hall in the Baoqi Division than come here, because this place didn't look like a home.

Zhu Zhu Yiliu had seen the furnishings in Zhu Zhu Yijun's Guanghan Hall. The books on the bookshelf were open, the agricultural books on the desk were full of annotations, and there were traces of activity everywhere. That was a home, a private residence. This place was more like a facade for people to see.

Zhu Zhu Yiliu was really smart. A wealthy family that sets up a luxury residence is actually setting up a facade. This place wasn't a home; it was a facade, so the furnishings were too regular.

"Wang Wang Xijue originally intended to use this place as a clubhouse for the Southern Party, a place for students from the fourteen prefectures of the Southern Southern Yamen to stay when they came to the capital to take the examination. Naturally, it had to have face," Guo Guo Chaobin explained why it was so regular. As long as it is life, there are traces of life. The master has some habits, and the servants must adapt. There were no traces of life here at all.

Powerful and influential families only need to mention in a poetry gathering that they have such a luxury residence with mountains, water, and courtyards in the inner city, and naturally, everyone will kneel down.

Zhu Zhu Yijun walked to the piano building. The name was "Da Huo Huan Pavilion." It was Wang Wang Xijue's music room on weekdays, filled with piano scores. Zhu Zhu Zaiyu saw several famous pianos and was also amazed. This was Zhu Zhu Zaiyu's field. Zhu Zhu Zaiyu introduced the origins of these pianos one by one.

"If Imperial Uncle likes any, take it when you leave. If you like them all, take them all," Zhu Zhu Yijun was not interested in music theory. In his eyes, these pianos were worthless, but in Zhu Zhu Zaiyu's eyes, they were worth a thousand gold.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, my musical instruments are all made by myself," Zhu Zhu Zaiyu didn't want to touch these things.

"Ah, so that's it. Imperial Uncle, don't be polite," Zhu Zhu Yijun thought Zhu Zhu Zaiyu was being polite, feeling that he had received too many beauties recently, and the imperial favor was too heavy.

"I don't look up to them," Zhu Zhu Zaiyu said straightforwardly, explaining why he didn't want them.

He was a mad scholar. Although he couldn't be mad in front of the Emperor—the shock from the Emperor and the Grand Teacher was too great, so he didn't have the qualifications to be arrogant—but facing Wang Wang Xijue's collection, Zhu Zhu Zaiyu had no interest. This was his aloofness.

Zhu Zhu Zaiyu's arrogance lay in: the best piano is the one he made himself!

He didn't use ancient pianos to give himself emotional value; on the contrary, he could give pianos emotional value. This was the capital of Zhu Zhu Zaiyu's arrogance.

Wang Wang Yaozhuo, this girl, had to play for His Majesty every five days. Unfortunately, she had been playing for several years, but still hadn't cultivated any artistic cells.

"I admire Imperial Uncle's attainment in music theory, but unfortunately, I am tone-deaf," Zhu Zhu Yijun understood Zhu Zhu Zaiyu's arrogance, walked out of Wang Wang Xijue's private performance hall. There were other musical instruments here besides pianos, which could be called a musical instrument museum.

Zhu Zhu Yijun stood in front of the Wan Wenqing Pavilion, looking at this five-story building. This was Wang Wang Xijue's study, even more luxurious than Zhang Zhang Juzheng's Zhao Wenchang Pavilion. It was the place where Wang Wang Xijue kept his books.

Zhu Zhu Yijun walked in. This was the place that shocked him the most—a huge private library, containing an extremely complete collection of ancient books, and even many rare copies and manuscripts.

"This is?" Zhu Zhu Yijun saw a book on the bookshelf, walked over, turned his head suddenly, and reached out with a slightly lost look, carefully taking the book out, placing it on the desk, and gently opening the book that was slightly unthreaded, reading a few pages as if possessed.

Zhu Zhu Yijun stood in front of the Wan Wenqing Pavilion, looking at this five-story pavilion. This was Wang Wang Xijue's study, even more luxurious than Zhang Zhang Juzheng's Zhao Wenchang Pavilion; it was where Wang Wang Xijue kept his books.

"Zu Zu Chongzhi's 'Zhui Shu'!" Zhu Zhu Yijun pointed to the book and said very urgently to Zhang Hong, "Zhang Attendant, this is the lost 'Zhui Shu'!"

"Ah? Ah! Ah, my heavens!" Zhang Hong was stunned, looking at the words on it, then staring with wide eyes at the Emperor and saying, "It really is 'Zhui Shu'! My heavens! This, this, this, heaven blesses the Great Ming!"

Zhu Zhu Yijun carefully closed the book, let Feng Bao bring a purple sandalwood box, and carefully put it in as if holding a treasure, before he breathed a sigh of relief and said sternly, "This Wang Wang Xijue, knowing that the court is promoting the understanding of degrees, has this book but doesn't offer it. If he offered it, could I still let him hang himself?"

"Ah, it really is! No submissive heart at all! No submissive heart at all!"

Zhu Zhu Yijun was now both happy and angry. He was happy to have found the lost rare book, and angry that there were many people like Wang Wang Xijue. The court needed these rare books, but these people knew the Emperor needed them and just hid them, refusing to give them.

Mao Kun gave the old case of Zheng He's voyages to the court, and the court immediately gave Mao Kun the reputation of a family of poetry, books, rites, and music, and even specifically gave him fifty thousand taels of silver to expand the Lumen Academy.

Wang Wang Xijue watched the Emperor worry for several years, just hiding it like this, refusing to give it.

"Your Majesty, is there a possibility that Wang Wang Xijue didn't know what books were hidden in his library? He just collected them to prove he was a wealthy family?" Guo Guo Chaobin proposed a possibility. The books in the library were not for reading, but mainly for collection, a manifestation of being a powerful and influential family.

"There is such a possibility," Zhu Zhu Yijun recognized Guo Guo Chaobin's statement. There was such a possibility.

This Wang family mansion was extremely luxurious. There were eighteen places that could be called scenic spots. Zhu Zhu Yijun had obtained "Zhui Shu" and had no interest in these luxuries.

"Grand Minister of Works, how much silver did it cost to build this mansion?" Zhu Zhu Yijun asked. In the north, in the capital, in the inner city, a luxury residence with mountains and water is expensive in land and even more expensive in construction.

"At least over one hundred thousand taels," Guo Guo Chaobin gave a conservative estimate. Each acre cost over ten thousand taels of silver to build, and the materials used came from all over the world, every one of them expensive.

"That's enough for the Senior Grand Secretary to build another wool factory!" Zhu Zhu Yijun flicked his sleeves and said indignantly.

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"It's enough for the Second Grand Secretary to build another wool factory!" Zhu Zhu Yijun flicked his sleeves and said indignantly.

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