OBS Chapter 818 Zhu Biao: We absolutely cannot let my brother-in-law get away with this.
Chapter 818 Zhu Biao: We absolutely cannot let my brother-in-law get away with this.
Yang Shaofeng told Zhu Biao all this nonsense because he planned to use the black sesame dumplings as a way to make Lao Deng suffer.
As the crown prince and the de facto vice emperor of the Ming Dynasty for so many years, Zhu Biao would unconsciously adopt the emperor's perspective when writing this memorial, and he would feel extremely distressed.
A single memorial directly disgusted both Lao Deng and Xiao Deng, making it a prime example of killing two birds with one stone.
However, Yang Shaofeng ultimately underestimated the wickedness of human nature.
Zhu Biao, the black sesame dumpling, actually smiled and said, "How about this, I'll write one, and you write one too, brother-in-law."
"Your younger brother should write a memorial about the European market and the oil deposits in Timur's Khanate. Your brother-in-law should write a memorial about Liaodong, Guanzhong, Shandong, as well as steam engines, iron ore, and coal mines."
“After all, we just went to Japan. If you write reports about the European market and the Timurid Khanate, it will be difficult to explain to my mother and my mother.”
"But it's different for me, I can arrange for someone else to write it."
"Moreover, in the entire Ming Dynasty, only you, brother-in-law, truly understand matters concerning steam engines, iron ore, and coal mines. If someone else were to write about them, they might end up writing a complete mess."
As Zhu Biao finished speaking, Yang Shaofeng nearly died on the spot.
Look, look! His face, adorned with the expression of someone wholeheartedly planning for my sake, actually took on the simplest part in just a few words, leaving the most complex and difficult part to me.
The man before me is no longer the honest and obedient brother-in-law I knew!
He, he, he's gone astray!
Yang Shaofeng rolled his eyes and snorted coldly, "Of course I have no problem writing these memorials, but has Your Highness considered that after I finish writing these memorials, His Majesty might send them over again for us two to deal with?"
Zhu Biao was stunned, and he was somewhat confused.
Did you feel sorry for yourself just now?
Have.
Such a juicy, fat pie, and all I can do is look at it longingly, unable to eat it. I feel more than just heartbroken; I feel a heartache that's twelve times more than ten.
If she herself is already so heartbroken, how heartbroken must her father be?
Based on the idea of "if you can't solve the problem, solve the person who raised it," my father might actually send the petition back and let me and my brother-in-law come up with a solution.
Then the problem is coming.
The core and most crucial aspect of these problems lies in the insufficient number of people in the family. No matter how hard my brother-in-law and I rack our brains, we can't find a solution.
After all, it takes time for people to give birth and raise a child.
If a viable alternative must be found, then the only option is to import a large number of laborers from foreign vassal states.
Then a new problem arose.
No matter how useful the laborers from the outer vassal states are, they will never be of one mind with the Ming Dynasty.
Therefore, the problem arises that we need to both use it and prevent it. How should we solve this problem?
Those short, ugly people from Japan are a bit better off; they can just be castrated.
However, those from the Korean and monkey countries who came to work in the Ming Dynasty could not be castrated directly, and we also had to guard against them causing trouble.
Zhu Biao felt an immense headache just thinking about all these messy and complicated problems.
If it were my father in the past, he would probably have dragged Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen along to come up with a solution.
However, over the past year or so, my father has completely entered a state of apathy, and it is indeed very likely that he will push the problem onto me and my brother-in-law to find a solution.
Therefore, only he himself could write this memorial?
After another moment of thought, Zhu Biao suddenly changed his mind.
My brother-in-law wrote it down, but my own father will push the issue back onto us.
Does writing it myself mean my father will obediently go to Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen for help?
They'll definitely push it back exactly as it was, and then call it training the Crown Prince's abilities.
Thinking of this, Zhu Biao couldn't help but sigh silently.
Let me write it; I'll write it myself.
I wrote this down, and even if my own father pushes the problem back to me, my brother-in-law will still have to help me find a solution.
But if I don't write it down, these problems will persist, and my brother-in-law will escape unscathed.
Just as Zhu Biao was pondering how to write this memorial, Chang Xiaojiu hurriedly walked over, cupped his hands and bowed to Yang Shaofeng, saying, "Your Highness, there's been a problem at Dengzhou University."
Yang Shaofeng was startled and asked, "What happened?"
Chang Xiaojiu said with a strange expression, "According to the Jinyiwei's spies at Dengzhou University, someone is trying to summon heavenly lightning to earth."
Yang Shaofeng was stunned and asked, "What the hell? It summons heavenly lightning to the mortal realm?"
Chang Xiaojiu's expression immediately became even more strange: "Yes, I heard that someone is planning to erect a long iron pole in the sky during these days when there may be thunderstorms, to see if they can attract lightning down."
Zhu Biao interrupted directly, asking, "After they're brought down, what do they plan to do?"
Chang Xiaojiu shook his head and replied, "I don't know. The scouts don't know what they want to do either. They are just worried that attracting heavenly lightning will hurt people, so they hurriedly reported it."
Zhu Biao then turned his gaze to Yang Shaofeng.
Yang Shaofeng, however, did not see Zhu Biao's gaze and remained completely bewildered.
Someone tried to go to heaven, and now someone is trying to attract lightning.
Couldn't these scholars of the Ming Dynasty have been a little more normal?
No, how did they even come up with the idea of using lightning?
wrong!
Now is not the time to consider whether they are normal or not, much less the time to consider what they want to do to attract lightning.
What if these idiots don't know how to avoid lightning and stand next to the iron rod when they're drawing lightning? Wouldn't a few of them get electrocuted?
Yang Shaofeng stood up abruptly and looked at Zhu Biao, saying, "Your Highness, I must go to Dengzhou University first to prevent these scoundrels from causing trouble."
Zhu Biao also stood up and called out, "Together, together! I also want to see what they're planning to do."
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When Yang Shaofeng and Zhu Biao arrived at the Physics Department of Dengzhou University, several Taoist priests were pointing and gesturing around a wooden scaffold, while several students dressed in Confucian scholar robes were being directed to erect a thin iron rod about ten feet long.
"One after another, ten of them together would be about ten zhang (approximately 33 meters) long. That should be enough to attract lightning."
"You have to stay far away when lightning strikes, because people aren't made of copper or iron and can't withstand being tempered by lightning and fire."
"Humans are inherently susceptible to being refined by thunder and fire, but elixirs certainly can."
"Yes, mortal fire cannot refine immortal pills, but heavenly thunder and fire might be able to."
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