Chapter 34 Recruiting Zheng He is just a matter of tomorrow!
For every person who is angry, there is someone who is joyful.
Sun Quan had been eagerly anticipating this for a long time, and everyone in Eastern Wu knew that today was the day Zhou Yu would distribute his wages.
Everyone craned their necks, full of anticipation.
Especially Lü Meng, who was obsessed with "eyes that can see a thousand miles" and "ears that can hear the wind".
It's important to understand that in ancient warfare, information transmission was extremely inconvenient. Beacon towers, fast horses, and flag signals were all far inferior to walkie-talkies.
Therefore, when Lü Meng first saw the walkie-talkie, he immediately recognized its immense value in the war.
In an instant, a blinding white light flashed.
Zhou Yu steadily carried the items and appeared before everyone.
Lu Meng, quick-witted and agile, was the first to rush forward like an arrow, urgently shouting, "Commander! Has the 'Thousand-Mile Eye' been brought?"
"It's more than just a clairvoyant."
Zhou Yu's lips curled slightly upward, and then he slowly took something out of his cloth bag. It was a telescope, which gleamed coldly with a mysterious luster under the blazing sunlight.
"What kind of rare thing is this?" Lu Meng wondered.
Where did the promised all-seeing eyes go? How did they turn into this?
A hint of disappointment and melancholy crept onto his face.
Zhou Yu, observing this, discreetly placed a telescope in front of Lü Meng's eyes, gesturing for him to look into the distance. Lü Meng looked with some skepticism, but in an instant, his whole body trembled violently, and he exclaimed in shock, "I can clearly see the reed marshes thirty miles away!"
These words shocked all the generals, and the scene erupted in an uproar.
"This is the all-seeing eye!" Zhou Yu patted Lü Meng on the shoulder. He had been thinking about it day and night, and now he wouldn't recognize it if it were just a different color.
Sun Quan eagerly snatched the telescope, his hands trembling slightly as he looked into the distance. Sure enough, the smoke rising from the chimneys of the houses on the opposite bank of the river was so clear it seemed almost within reach!
"If this item could be used in battle..." Sun Quan's words had not yet finished.
Zhou Yu calmly took out the water purification medicine.
"What is this thing?" Everyone looked on with curiosity.
"Just drop one tablet into the water, and anyone who drinks it will be perfectly fine," Zhou Yu explained calmly. Upon hearing this, General Cheng Pu slammed his hand on the table, his voice filled with regret and lament: "If only we had had this earlier, how could the fine sons of Eastern Wu have perished needlessly due to dysentery!"
"And this is another item." Zhou Yu finally raised the megaphone high, gently pressed the switch, and instantly, a deafening voice like thunder rang out: "Hear my command, sons of Eastern Wu!" The sound was so loud that it caused the tent curtains to flutter violently.
Caught off guard, Lü Meng was so frightened that he fell to the ground with a thud.
The most impressive thing is the hybrid rice seed.
When Zhou Yu said that the yield per mu would be at least ten shi, Zhang Zhao's scepter fell to the ground with a "clatter" without warning.
It should be noted that in that year, the yield of fertile land in Jiangdong was only three shi per mu.
Sun Quan's eyes flashed with a dazzling light, and he shouted excitedly, "With such a divine artifact, how can we not defeat Cao Cao! Issue the order—"
"My lord—"
Zhou Yu quickly stepped forward and stopped the agitated Sun Quan.
"This hybrid rice cannot be saved for seed."
at the same time.
The same scene was playing out inside the Qin camp.
"How much?" Ying Zheng's face was full of disbelief, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.
"How much yield per mu?" he asked again, his breathing becoming unusually heavy.
It's no wonder he was so excited. At present, the yield of rice in Qin is only about two shi per mu. But if there were rice varieties that could yield ten shi per mu, then Qin would be like a tiger with wings, and the country would be prosperous for thousands of generations. No one would call him a tyrant anymore.
"Ten shi per mu," Hei Fu replied nervously, standing to the side.
Ying Zheng gripped the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands, his voice low but filled with urgency: "Where are the seeds? Where are they now?"
"I'm still in the mall. Unless Your Majesty gives the order, I dare not act rashly," Hei Fu replied honestly.
The words had barely left her lips when a sudden, loud shout rang out: "What are you all standing there for? Go buy it now!"
What is Django busy with at this moment?
She was enthusiastically harassing 004: "Are you there? Drop an SSR and let me see your strength!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
The system's familiar electronic voice sounded again: "Ding, a vacancy for a yamen runner in Songyang County has been detected. A list of job postings has been compiled, and one yamen runner can be recruited. A reward of 500 yuan will be given upon successful recruitment."
Hey, just like the saying goes, speak of the devil and he appears; whatever you wish for comes true.
Django was in a good mood as he browsed through the resumes, but the more he read, the more his brows furrowed.
An Lushan
Dynasty: Tang
Position: Military Governor.
No, what does Django need An Lushan for?
She didn't like watching the Hu Xuan dance, and she disliked having godsons; she didn't want a single bad apple to spoil the whole Songyang County.
People like that, pass! pass! pass!
Keep reading.
Zhao Gao
Dynasty: Qin
Identity: Eunuch.
Django was speechless. So, Qin Shi Huang had just killed Zhao Gao, and she immediately summoned him back?
She's not sick.
What she wanted was an SSR, not an SSR among villains. Most eunuchs in history are remembered for their bad reputations, Zhao Gao being the worst. What's the point of having such people? They're not cut out for any work.
Right at this juncture.
A peculiar eunuch came into Django's view.
Zheng He
Dynasty: Ming
Identity: Eunuch.
If there were SSRs among eunuchs, Zheng He would undoubtedly be the one. He was a famous navigator, military general, and diplomat of the Ming Dynasty, and he led seven voyages to the Western Ocean. It seems a bit of a waste for such a person to be a yamen runner in Songyang County.
Jiang Ge thought for a moment and realized that every historical figure who came to work in Songyang County was an outstanding individual.
Moreover, there's no way to choose from the first few options, so let's stick with Zheng He.
She hasn't chosen anyone from the Ming Dynasty yet.
I just pressed the button to send the employment letter, and that was it, I'm going to sleep now.
In the twenty-fifth year of the Hongwu reign, Crown Prince Zhu Biao inspected Shaanxi, while Zhu Di was stationed on the frontier. At this time, Zheng He was still called Ma He and had not yet been granted the surname Zheng by Zhu Di. He was also quite young.
(For ease of reference, we will still refer to him as Zheng He in this article.)
Zheng He was still a lowly eunuch leading the horse for Prince Yan, Zhu Di. Even when strange thoughts appeared in his mind, Zheng He simply thought it was because he was tired from the past few days and his mind was not clear.
Then another piece of paper floated down from the sky.
Seeing the contents of the paper, Zheng He still felt as if he were in a dream. Would such an extraordinary encounter really happen to him?
After being captured by the Ming army in his teens, Zheng He's life was full of hardships, with very few lucky moments.
The only thing he could call lucky was meeting Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan. The Prince of Yan not only didn't look down on his background, but also valued him highly. To have such a master was already an immense blessing for him.
Zheng He was filled with gratitude and loyalty to Zhu Di, so when he encountered such a strange event, he immediately ran to report it to Prince Yan, Zhu Di.
"Sanbao, are you saying that an immortal is recruiting you?" Zhu Di was in the camp, having just finished a fierce battle, his body still exuding the hot smell of blood, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's.
It wasn't that he didn't trust Sanbao, but such a thing sounded so absurd and unbelievable.
Immortal?
Where in this world are there immortals?
If there really are immortals, how come his grandparents starved to death? Poor people don't do evil.
Zheng He bowed respectfully, "Your Highness, please take a look." Then, with a solemn expression, he pressed his fingerprint on the paper.
In an instant, something strange happened: the paper vanished without a trace without warning.
"What kind of magic trick is this?" Zhu Di was a seasoned warrior who had fought in numerous battles, witnessing many strange and wondrous feats, such as breathing fire, breaking large stones on his chest, and retrieving chestnuts from fire...
But those are just petty tricks played by people in the martial arts world to make a living; they shouldn't be taken seriously.
“Sanbao, you can’t fool me.” Zhu Di’s lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile. He pointed to Zheng He’s wide sleeve and said with certainty, “It must be hidden in your sleeve, right?”
I never expected that Sanbao would also learn these underworld tricks to amuse himself.
Seeing the prince's conviction, Zheng He grew anxious, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He knelt down again with a thud, his voice trembling slightly: "Your Highness, I would never dare to deceive you! This is not magic, and I do not know the reason behind it. I only know that this is an opportunity bestowed by Heaven. If I can use this to serve Your Highness and my Great Ming, I would gladly die for it!"
As he spoke, he made sure to pull up his sleeves so that Zhu Di could see his empty arms, which had nowhere to hide anything.
A windfall fell from the sky and hit Zheng He. Zheng He was already terrified, not to mention that the prince did not believe him.
Seeing Zheng He's fearful and apprehensive appearance, Zhu Di's doubts deepened, but he also vaguely felt that there might be something else going on in this matter, which was definitely not an ordinary trick.
He paced back and forth for a moment, then his gaze fell on Zheng He again. His expression was solemn as he said, “Sanbao, this matter is too bizarre. If it is truly as you say, and concerns the rise and fall of our Great Ming Dynasty, then we must not make the slightest mistake. Think carefully back to when those strange thoughts first came to mind, and then to when this piece of paper fell. Was there anything else unusual in between?”
Zheng He closed his eyes tightly, his brows furrowed, trying hard to recall every detail. After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Your Highness, there are many things I've never seen before in my mind, even a magical seed that yields ten bushels per mu..."
At this time, the yield per mu of land in the Ming Dynasty was two to three shi. If such a divine seed really existed, the national strength of the Ming Dynasty could at least double. In any case, it seems that he would not lose out.
After pondering for a long time, Zhu Di stopped and looked intently at Zheng He: "Sanbao, I trust you this time. If you can really bring the immortal seed with a yield of ten shi per mu to my Great Ming, I will certainly not treat you unfairly. But the outcome of this journey is uncertain. Have you thought it through? If there is any mishap, not only will your life be in danger, but it may also implicate my Prince Yan's mansion."
Crown Prince Zhu Biao's position is unshakeable. If he truly possesses this divine seed, the situation in the court will inevitably be shaken.
But their actions were for the country and its people!
My father was always hungry, so he became a monk because of hunger, he lost his parents at a young age because of hunger, and he suffered a lot because of hunger...
People will only think of rebellion when they are starving.
Without hesitation, Zheng He kowtowed deeply, his forehead hitting the ground with a dull thud: "Your Highness, my life was given to me by Your Highness. To be able to serve Your Highness and the Ming Dynasty is a blessing I have accumulated over many lifetimes. Even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, I will never back down!"
Zhu Di nodded slightly, a hint of appreciation flashing in his eyes: "Good! As expected of the person I have chosen. Then you should make preparations, and inform me immediately if there is any further news."
"Now, we only need to wait until tomorrow!"
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Author's Note: I hate iced watermelon [crying][crying][crying] Thank you everyone for your support and encouragement. Hoping for a good ending to my work [rose]
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