MTL - Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty-v2 Chapter 1767 secret decree

  Chapter 1767 Secret Order

  Fang Jifan nodded in satisfaction.

   Walked down, and then came to a group of navy students.

  The students stood upright with solemn faces, but none of them could hide their excitement from looking at Fang Jifan.

   This is easy to understand, after all... this is the first time that the Great Master has visited the Naval Academy in person, what does this mean?

  And they usually have to worship the portrait of the great master before the morning class every day.

  Facing the portrait every day, now finally seeing the real person, alive and kicking, and even blinking, this mood is really exciting!

  Fang Jifan walked up to a student and said, "What's your name?"

  The student said: "Student Li Yue."

  Fang Jifan nodded: "Yes, I can be a general in the future."

   Li Yue immediately said: "Master, how dare the students..."

  Fang Jifan straightened his face: "I don't even have the ambition to be a general, so you deserve to be my disciple?"

  After hearing this, Li Yue was shocked, and immediately said: "Yes, the students will be generals."

  Fang Jifan scolded again: "You bastard, if you say you can be a general, you will be a general, so ambitious!"

  Li Yue suddenly looked terrified, feeling a little at a loss.

  Fang Jifan walked away with his hands behind his back.

  Xu Jing hurriedly caught up and said, "Men..."

  Fang Jifan said lightly: "What do you want to say?"

  Xu Jing: "..."

Fang Jifan smiled and said: "You must be thinking that being a teacher is so unreasonable, isn't it? Hey, you don't understand, there are difficulties in being a teacher. Do you think I like to swear at people, you bastard? "

  Xu Jing remained silent.

   It wasn't until Fang Jifan gave him a glare that he hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, my teacher is right."

  So Fang Jifan said with emotion: "I work so hard as a teacher, for the country and the people, and to cut off evil spirits, isn't it just to be able to do whatever I want? What's wrong with cursing people?"

   This is what Fang Jifan learned when he came to this world.

Being human in two lifetimes, I am already a different kind, with advanced thinking and vision standing on the shoulders of giants. This is in a conservative era. Of course, here, it is not like in Franz, where you need to be roasted on the stake. But it will never be tolerated by the world.

  So Fang Jifan finally figured it out.

  He is a person with three views and uprightness. Since he is determined to do a good deed, he will simply do the good deed to the end. As for the means, it is secondary.

  People always try to persuade each other with reason, and people of later generations take it for granted that they can convince the ancients by finding some ideas of later generations and reasoning with the ancients. But actually...

This is all bullshit. The ancients have studied Confucian classics for thousands of years. Whether it is the level of education, or the logic of thinking, and the thoughts that have evolved from generation to generation, a logical closed loop has already been formed. You can reason with him. A talented person can pin you to the ground, make your flesh and blood mash when you rub it, and even spit on you, can nail you to the ground, and you will never get up again.

  So Fang Jifan is determined to be unreasonable, to be a good person and do good deeds, why must he be reasonable, just hit it with a fist as big as a casserole, if it is not enough, then send it to Jinzhou.

What he needs is to make people fear, and then obediently obey under fear, and wait for them to obediently follow Fang Jifan's instructions. In the process of doing things, when they discover that Fang Jifan's set is really effective At this time, they will reflect on it at this time, they will continue to think, and then reverse, and finally slowly figure out a set of Fang Jifan's theories.

   Only those who are unwilling to solve the problem can be solved before the problem can be solved. This is an eternal truth.

  Fang Jifan sighed faintly. Sure enough, a person with a high level of thought is lonely!

   Immediately, he inspected the steam ironclad ship.

   There are now eleven steam ironclad ships.

  Among them, there are three first-generation ships, five second-generation ships, and three third-generation ironclad ships that have been launched recently.

  At the same time, there are two more ships that are under construction and planned to be launched within this year.

  The ironclad ships of the first two generations had frequent problems, and the design in many places was not ideal. There was even a ship that came to the port for maintenance almost every three days. It is still lying in the dock and can only be used as a training ship.

  Fang Jifan was very interested, and probably asked about the battle plan of the ironclad ship Yuanyang.

  In fact, prior to this, the Four Seas Trading Company and the Ningbo Navy had already done preliminary work.

  They conducted surveys on the main shipping lanes to ensure that the main shipping lanes could guarantee passage on the deeper draft routes.

   Not only that, from Tianjin Wei to Ningbo, then to Quanzhou and Jiaozhi, and even to Malacca, and then to the Cape of Good Hope. Along the way, the Ningbo Navy occupied these strategic locations and built ports.

  These were originally used for trade and supply to the Golden Isle. Of course, the Four Seas Trading Company also continuously transported coal and a large amount of materials to this pearl-like port, which will be used as a supply for the ironclad ships in the future.

   It can almost be said... although Fang Jifan didn't pay much attention.

  But as the Ningbo Navy and the Four Seas Commercial Firm have gradually formed a system, they have the ability to independently formulate plans, and the high-level figures have also been forward-looking.

  Therefore... as long as it is within the sphere of influence of Ming Dynasty, the ironclad ship can dock at any time for supplies, add coal, gunpowder, fresh water, medicine, and perform simple maintenance.

  As Xu Jing's plan began to be implemented, the preliminary work and the long-distance voyage plan were stepped up even more.

  When Fang Jifan realized that his disciple, Xu Jing, could be in charge of everything alone, Fang Jifan naturally decided to become a hands-off shopkeeper, slipped back to Beijing overnight, and lay down again.

  An enveloped memorial was sent to Zhu Houzhao.

   Zhu Houzhao, the commander of the navy, is most interested in the memorials about war preparations!

  He even directly hung a giant sea chart on the floor-to-ceiling glass wall of Fengtian Temple.

  So that whenever the officials look at the chart when they go to court, they have a feeling of who I am, where I am, why I am here, and whether this is the center or the water fortress of the navy.

   Those who are indignant wish to throw off their black hats.

Of course, these thoughts were just calculated countless times in my heart. After all, everyone has to eat. Now the official salary is not low, and it is not the same as before. The so-called official salary is to give you rice and oil and salt. Banknotes, precious banknotes that can be exchanged for real gold and silver at Xishan Bank.

  When Zhu Houzhao was reviewing the memorials, he stared at the map and asked Crown Prince Zhu Zaimo to sit on one side and look at the memorials.

He sometimes said with emotion to Zhu Zaimo: "Father's fat is getting more and more, and it is no longer what it used to be! Hey... time flies like an arrow, it's a pity that I only have a son like you, why do I only have a son like you?" One, it's really a strange thing, it would be great if the Zhu family had a few more men."

  Zhu Zaimo looked up, staring at his father, silent.

The father and son looked at each other for a moment, and Zhu Houzhao was overjoyed: "Haha, I'm just joking. I'm content with having you as a son. What's so good about having a son? If you have too many, you will inevitably feel restless at home. Zai Mo , come here, rub my feet, these days, I haven't rode or shot, and my legs and feet are a little numb."

  Zhu Zaimo got up, saluted first, then bent his knees and stepped forward, rubbing Zhu Houzhao's calf lightly.

  Zhu Houzhao sighed again: "Zai Mo, if you were the emperor, what would happen?"

Zhu Zaimo then said: "The emperor cut away the thorns and eliminated the internal troubles. But if the father wants to be the son of the emperor, he must eliminate the external worries. When the son minister, the world is already peaceful, what the son minister has to do is Xiao Guicao Then, on the basis of the father and grandfather, it’s just a repair.”

These words seemed to fit Zhu Houzhao's mind, so Zhu Houzhao said happily: "I read the history books, and they all say that the prince of the Holy Son of Heaven is the most difficult to do anything. For a saint like me, I'm afraid that you, the prince, will have nothing to do in the future." It’s a great achievement! But it doesn’t matter, it’s good to be the Emperor of Taiping.”

  Zhu Zaimo: "..."

  What can he say?

   These days, Zhu Houzhao is actually counting the days every day.

   It is finally the end of the year.

  At this time... the two new ships have already been launched, and returned from sea trials. As expected, after several generations of improvements, the new ships have gradually matured, not to mention excellent performance, but excellent stability.

  Fang Jifan was relieved to receive the report, but in the middle of the night of this day, he suddenly heard that His Majesty had an order.

  Fang Jifan was woken up in the middle of the night, still a little dazed, so he had to get up and go to the hall, ready to receive the order.

   It was an **** who came, and the **** said: "Your Majesty invited Lord Zhen Guo to enter the palace overnight. Your Majesty is seriously ill..."

  Fang Jifan suddenly became sober, pale with shock.

  The day before yesterday was still fine, looking alive and kicking, why did something happen today?

  He didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately left the mansion. The cars and horses had already stopped outside, and a group of imperial guards were waiting here like mourners.

  Fang Jifan said sullenly, "Why is Your Majesty seriously ill?"

   "When I was playing in the back garden, I fell into the water and fell ill when I got ashore. I still have a high fever."

  Fang Jifan took a deep breath, he suddenly felt that his nose was a bit disappointing, and immediately roared: "Why don't you call the imperial doctor, you dog, I think it's just a cold, hurry... I want to enter the palace."

  Fang Jifan boarded the carriage swiftly.

  Just as I was seated, I felt my eyes were slightly sour, and my tears hadn't come down, but I heard the sound of the car door being locked.

  Fang Jifan: "..."

  He was shocked, and then knocked on the door: "Why is it still locked, why is it still locked?"

  The old **** was outside, and said with great sincerity and fear: "Duke Zhen, please calm down... This is His Majesty's order. The slaves and servants are following the order."

  Fang Jifan: "..."

  At this time, under the darkness of night, I heard the old **** say in a loud voice: "Hurry up, hurry up, send it away quickly, Your Majesty has been waiting for a long time, if you miss the deadline, we will definitely die."

  So under the bright moonlight, the carriage rolled away.

  Dozens of imperial guards stood guard in front, and under the night, an unknown number of soldiers and horses rushed out to follow behind.

  Based on Fang Jifan’s years of experience in stuffing people into carriages and then locking them up, he suddenly realized that… he seemed to be plotted against.

  Your uncle!

  (end of this chapter)