This is brought back by a maritime merchant who went to the Americas.

Moreover, this thing is currently becoming the most popular product for those maritime merchants. After all, they have nothing to buy in the Americas. A certain kind of special leaves are strictly prohibited, but cocoa is encouraged. After all, it can be made. In this case, strange flowers, plants, rare birds and beasts can easily become commodities that make a lot of money. The first batch of blue marijuanas shipped back can be auctioned at a sky-high price, and even some maritime merchants tried to transport several sloths back from thousands of miles away. However, they all died halfway through, so they brought back their skins and skeletons, and then they were flirted with strange shapes and given to the princess as tributes. The poor prime minister had to correct them with his own hands.

"But I think your country's composition is very problematic. You are currently equivalent to our Spring and Autumn Period at most. There is a Zhou king who is theoretically the ruler of the country, but the country is under the rule of countless princes. Each prince is the monarch of his own fiefdom. Then the princes grant their fiefdoms to their own vassals, and the country is divided into pieces."

Yang Feng said.

"Yes, the Prime Minister, that's true."

Richelieu said.

He learned Chinese all the way, and it was the Mandarin that Yu Keqing learned.

"But that was two thousand years ago, we formed a country two thousand years ago, and two hundred years before your birth, we had already established a real country by an emperor. So why are you still like this until now?

Haven’t you taken a step forward in these 1,800 years?”

Yang Feng said.

"One thousand eight hundred years?"

Richelieu said in shock.

"Yes, 1,800 years, your current country composition is actually equivalent to ours two thousand years ago. After that, we completed the real country in two hundred years, but you still have this feudal system until now. It is simply surprising that a country can only have one voice, that is, the voice of the emperor of the empire. In the world, is it the king's land, the shores of the land, or the king's ministers, and the land of the empire can only respect the emperor's orders.

There can be nobility.

But the nobles only have the land rewarded by the emperor and have no right to govern the people on the land.

People in the entire empire must obey the will of His Majesty the Emperor and be under the jurisdiction of His Majesty the Emperor's court and officials. No matter what their status is, even if they are princes and nobles, when the emperor wants them to die, they must die.

This is the empire.

Instead of being like you guys.”

Yang Feng said.

His words were like deafening, which made Richeliu realize it all at once.

"Dear Prime Minister, you are right. We are too behind the Ming Dynasty."

He said respectfully.

“Can you recognize our words?”

Yang Feng said with satisfaction.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, I can only know a few."

Richelieu said quickly.

"That's not a problem. Since you are a priest, you must understand Latin. I will ask the missionary to translate a few books for you and your king. I hope it will be useful to you. Although we are far apart, I still admire Henry IV very much. I will give him a message."

Yang Feng said as he walked to his desk and picked up his pen, then wrote eight big words...

"The mountains and rivers are different, and the wind and moon are the same!"

He said.
Chapter completed!