Chapter 122 Do you still have the nerve to thank me?

Zhu Yunxi was indeed very happy. All he wanted to do was to create a king, create a vassal, and then build a fiefdom.

Although he had a little bit of unrealistic ambition because he was stimulated by the young ladies in the harem. But that ambition soon dissipated, and he returned to being a happy salted fish.

In addition, he has recently completed all the junior high school physics, chemistry, mathematics and other textbooks, which has given him even more confidence in building a fiefdom.

"Uncles, now that my nephew is also a member of the Ming Dynasty, I think we should study how to build a fiefdom!"

"Come on, come on, I have some immature opinions. Let's discuss them!"

The princes in the main hall were not interested in Zhu Yunxi's proposal at all.

If there is anything good to build in the fiefdom, it is not for the officials sent by the emperor to do whatever they want. They can just sit back and wait to collect taxes.

Instead of thinking about building a fiefdom, it would be more practical to study how to make money.

My father would not seal off the sacred land. It would definitely be reserved for future heirs. He would only pick some unproductive places and send them away.

"My eldest nephew is just a king. Are you so happy?"

"If we had a choice, we would rather not have the throne and just be an idle clan member in the capital!"

Instead of listening to everyone's perfunctory remarks, Zhu Yunxi excitedly took out a map from his bookcase, spread it on the ground and explained it passionately.

"Uncle Thirteen, where is your fiefdom? Is it in Henan?"

Zhu Gui responded without interest.

"It's hard to say. According to my mother-in-law's wishes, your imperial grandfather wants to change me to the title of acting king, and then vassal Datong. He may issue an edict in the near future."

"Datong?"

"This is a good place. Just dig in with a shovel and you can dig out a mine!"

"When the time comes to build a railway between us, you transport the coal from Datong to my place, and I will make coke and then make steel..."

In fact, when Zhu Guigang heard that he was going to be "assigned" to Datong to guard the border for the Ming Dynasty, he was very unhappy.

Not only is that poor place a poor place, but it is also full of unscrupulous people, and it is within a hundred miles of the border of Beiyuan. It is foreseeable that it will not have a good life in the future.

But hearing Zhu Yunxi speak so happily, Zhu Gui's mood was also aroused by him. He walked over and leaned down to take a look at the grandson's map.

However, after just one glance, Zhu Gui was stunned by the exquisiteness of the map.

He dared to swear that even the complete map of Kanyu of the Ming Dynasty hanging in his father's palace was not as exquisite as the grandson's, let alone as comprehensive as his!

"Eldest nephew, where did you get this map? Can you give one to Uncle Thirteen?"

Zhu Yunxi didn't care about being honest.

"no problem!"

"As long as we reach a strategic partnership, let alone a map, steel, cloth, food and other materials cannot be shared!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Gui quickly held Zhu Yunxi's hand and said solemnly.

"Then it's a deal. When we become a vassal in the future, we will be the cooperative partnership you mentioned!"

"Strategic Partners!"

Seeing the two people chatting lively, other people also joined in.

Originally they wanted to make a joke, but when they saw the map spread out in front of Zhu Yunxi, they were all shocked and dumbfounded.

Compared with the rough and simple maps of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yunxi's exquisite maps with contour lines and scales, which were ripped out of junior high school geography books, gave them a strong visual impact.

But after they were shocked, they happily looked for the city they would become a vassal in the future on the map.

Zhu Zhi anxiously circled the map, mumbling incessantly.

"Where's Guangning!"

"Where is Guangning!"

"Hurry up and point it out to me, let me see which corner my father has thrown me into!"

Zhu Yunxi searched for a while on the map and suddenly saw a small circle in the northeast corner.

"Uncle Fifteen, if I guess correctly, this circle is the Guangning you mentioned."

When Zhu Zhi saw that he was blocked so far away, he was so angry that he cried "Wow".

"My father is too partial. He granted the title of Beiping Mansion to Fourth Brother. When it's my turn, I will be like this, wuwuwu..."

Others looked at the distance between Yingtianfu and the "circle" in the northeast corner on the map, and silently felt sad for Zhu Zhi.

My father has indeed gone too far. That poor place doesn't even have a city, so how can Fifteenth Brother live?

Seeing that his fifteenth brother had found the fiefdom, Zhu Kai also searched frantically on the map.

"Where's Ganzhou!"

"My father said that he would make me King Su, and then he would grant me the title of King Su, so he would grant me the title of Prince Su. Where is Ganzhou?"

"King Su...that should be Gansu, right?"

Zhu Yunxi pointed to the location of Gansu on the map and said.

"I didn't see Ganzhou, but Gansu is definitely here. If you look at other maps and compare it, Ganzhou should be in this big circle."

Zhu Lai didn't even need to know the exact location. When he saw that Gansu was so far away from the Ming Dynasty, he was so angry that he cried with his fifteenth brother.

"Father is too much of a bully. Why did you throw me so far away? Wow wow wow..."

"I don't want to be the king of the vassal vassal, wuwuwu..."

When Zhu Mei cried, the other young princes also cried. Even Zhu Gui felt a little aggrieved, feeling that his father was partial and didn't want to see them at all.

Although Zhu Yunxi, the grandson of Zhu Yunxi, did not specify where he would join the feudal vassal, he knew that it was not far from Yingtian Mansion. It was either Suzhou or Hangzhou. It looked like a good place!

Qi Tai saw them crying sadly. Even though he knew it was past the break time, he didn't urge them to return to their seats to endorse. He just walked to Zhu Yunxi calmly, wanting to see what kind of map could put so many things together.

The child was frightened and cried.

However, Qitai only glanced at it and was stunned by Zhu Yunxi's map.

He is different from Zhu Gui and others. He has really studied military affairs and has considerable research on the art of war and maps.

Therefore, as soon as he saw Sun Tzu's map, he could immediately see that it had extraordinary value.

If used properly, this map can double the combat effectiveness of the Ming army!

Since ancient times, many famous generals have been tricked to death by maps while marching and fighting.

The reason why Li Guang is difficult to seal is because he always gets lost...

"Zhu Yunxi, where did you get this map? Who was the master who drew it?"

"What a master, this is what I drew casually!"

"Did you draw it?"

Qi Tai's face was full of disbelief, because without the manpower of more than 100,000 people and ten years of hard work, it would be impossible to draw such a map.

Unless someone can fly to the sky and stand in the sky to draw a map.

Otherwise, just measuring the distance would be enough to kill tens of thousands of horses.

In other words, even the current national and material resources of the Ming Dynasty are not enough to support the drawing of such an accurate map.

This grandson drew it casually, and you are really treating him like a fool!

Qi Tai pushed Zhu Yunxi aside, and then solemnly bowed to the map three times.

"This picture is a masterpiece, and the person who drew it is even more divine!"

"Although I don't know who painted it, I admire him very much for his great achievements, and I wish I hadn't had the chance to see him!"

Seeing that Qitai admired his map so much, Zhu Yunxi stood beside him and said angrily.

"Mr. Qi, this is really what I painted!"

Qitai's heart for pilgrimage, which he had finally cultivated, was completely destroyed by this grandson.

"Shut up!"

"Today's homework is doubled. If you can't memorize it, I will send you directly to Qianqing Palace and let His Majesty give you a slap in the face!"

When Zhu Yunxi saw what Qi Tai said, he immediately shut up and stopped emphasizing the copyright issue of the map.

When Qin Deshun rushed to the entrance of the main hall, he heard crying coming from inside and shouted in his heart that His Majesty is wise.

His Majesty, His Majesty the Emperor, was indeed forcing a smile, but he just didn't want to worry His Majesty.

Thinking of this, Qin Deshun's eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he was moved by the love between grandson and grandson between the emperor and his majesty.

However, when he walked into the main hall, he suddenly found that all the princes were crying, but Zhu Yunxi didn't have a tear on his face, and he couldn't help gesticulating on the ground with the imperial edict in his hand.

"Mr. Qi, where do you think Grandpa Huang will seal me? Suzhou or Hangzhou?"

"It's all possible...but the probability in Hangzhou is higher, right?"

While the two were talking, Qin Deshun walked into the main hall, nodded towards Mr. Qi, and then bent down to look at Zhu Yunxi.
To be continued...