"Zhu Yunye knelt in front of Fengtian Hall, and Zhu Yuanzhang's dragon whiskers trembled with anger:
"You little brat say you want to imitate the Song Dynasty and focus on commerce?" If Chen Youliang knew that you wanted to thank you for destroying him, he would probably crawl out of the coffin board!
——But the young man took out his abacus and crackled: "Grandpa, on the day Hongdu was destroyed, Chen Youliang's grain ship was crushed by commercial taxes!"
When Zhu Yunwen was holding the draft of "Yongle Dadian" and shivering, Zhu Yunye had already sent the tax court to the west. The spies of the Supervisory Yuan were staring at Beiyuan Khan's sheepfold: "I'm reporting to the great grandson, Bo'er Jijin and Temujin's pasture evaded the iron tax. Do you want to send troops?"
"Grandpa Huang, when you built the Great Wall to defend against the Mongols?" Zhu Yunye pressed down the gunpowder drawing and said, "I installed two hundred folang machines at Juyong Pass. The Mongolian cavalry didn't even dare to transport horse dung there!"
From being designated as the "crazy grandson" by Zhu Yuanzhang, to using commercial taxes to raise a steampunk iron pagoda worth 300,000 yuan, when Zheng He looked at the "Navigation Regulations" of his grandson supervising the country, he exclaimed, "Is this a plan to monopolize global spices?"——
Zhu Yunye was pointing the armillary sphere of Gewuyuan at America. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at the vacancy left by Zhu Di: "Fourth uncle, I have deposited your salary in an overseas treasury for you two hundred years in advance."
