Daming Imperial Palace, Jinshen Hall.

"Have they all been delivered?"

"Your Majesty, they have all been delivered. I believe they should be here by now."

…

"Dongjia, Dongjia."

Zhu Ying opened his eyes immediately. Although he had spent a long time in the leisurely days in the capital, the alertness engraved in his bones over the past ten years had become an instinct.

"Uncle Zhang, something happened."

Zhu Ying looked outside. It was still dark and Uncle Zhang was standing beside his bed, so he asked in a deep voice.

Although he was somewhat doubtful, he did not think the capital was any more dangerous to him at the moment.

"Boss, there are several Jinyiwei outside." Zhang Bo said helplessly.

Zhang Bo naturally knew about the identity of the boss. The grand ceremony when the old man came almost explained everything.

Before dawn today, someone knocked on the door, and Uncle Zhang hurried over to check.

It turned out that several Jinyiwei came to visit and said they wanted to see the boss.

"Jinyiwei, what are they here for?" Zhu Ying asked subconsciously.

"Boss, I don't know either. They said I can only tell you when I see you. But I saw that they seemed to have brought a big wooden box. It should be a gift."

Zhang Bo recalled for a moment and then said.

"What are you sending me? What would you send me so early in the morning, old man?"

Zhu Ying was a little depressed, but he didn't have the habit of staying in bed, so he got up, changed his clothes, and walked outside.

In the yard, three Jinyiwei were waiting.

"Mr. Zhu."

Seeing Zhu Ying coming, he quickly clasped his fists and bowed.

After delivering the things, the Jinyiwei left immediately.

Zhu Ying was not in a hurry to open the box. He took it to the study first and then opened it.

"Good fellow."

After Zhu Ying opened the box, he was stunned when he saw the dozens of memorials stacked inside.

What does this mean? Why do you want me to get up early in the morning to review memorials?

I looked at the sky which was still dark. It was pitch black. It should be five in the morning.

…

Zhu Yuanzhang was in the Jinshen Hall. When he heard Liu He's answer, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Our eldest grandson is too lazy. From today on, he should share some of the work with us."

"You have to learn to adapt. If you become the emperor in the future, just like what Grandson said, what will you do if you don't attend court for several months in a row?"

"It's a good idea to get familiar with it early."

Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile, and then instructed Liu He again: "Liu He."

"I am here."

"In the future, when memorials are sent from the palace, don't rush to send them to us first. Send them to our eldest grandson. Wait until he has reviewed them before sending them to us."

"I obey your order."

After Zhu Yuanzhang finished his instructions, he picked up a book called "Records of the Grand Historian" and began to read it. It was the Records of the Qin Dynasty.

This was the first time Zhu Yuanzhang became emperor, and he conquered the country himself.

He had no experience before, and there was no one to teach him how to be an emperor.

Fighting a war and governing a country are two completely different concepts, so Zhu Yuanzhang could only cross the river by feeling the stones.

Since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, what Zhu Yuanzhang read most were the rules and regulations and proposals of previous dynasties.

There was white paper next to Zhu Yuanzhang's desk. When he saw something subtle, he would use the white paper to write it down.

Removing the dross and retaining the essence is how the Ming Dynasty’s system came about.

Especially since they talked about Japan last time, Zhu Yuanzhang asked the eunuchs to sort out some books related to Japan and began to understand some of the situation in Japan.

Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.

Now that we have decided on Japan, we must be prepared.

Never fight a battle without preparation. Before each battle when he was trying to conquer the world, Zhu Yuanzhang would try his best to collect information about his opponents and then think of countermeasures in his mind.

Just when Zhu Yuanzhang was watching with great interest.

Liu He came over and reported: "Your Majesty, His Highness Yunwen requests to see you."

When he was interrupted, Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly, but when he heard Zhu Yunwen asking for an audience, he felt a little surprised and said, "Let him in."

Zhu Yunwen, who was at the door of Jinshen Hall, received the eunuch's message and hurried in.

Even though he is now positioned as the Crown Prince, as the Emperor's grandson, he still needs permission if he wants to meet the Emperor.

"Grandpa Emperor."

As he entered the door, Zhu Yunwen bowed and greeted him.

Seeing Zhu Yunwen, Zhu Yuanzhang put down the book in his hand, smiled and said: "The morning court is about to start. You come to me at this time. Do you have anything to say? Or is there something you don't understand?"

Zhu Yunwen bowed and said, "Grandson wants to report to Grandpa Emperor that there have been rumors about Xiaoling Mausoleum circulating in the palace recently."

"The Xiaoling Mausoleum is the royal mausoleum, but it has been discussed wantonly. That is why I came here to report this and ask for your instructions, Grandpa."

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, his eyes sparkled.

Today's Zhu Yunwen made him look at him with new eyes. If Zhu Yuanzhang had not received Liu He's report yesterday, he would have really believed that this was Zhu Yunwen's inner thought.

Zhu Yunwen just lowered his head, his eyes flickering. He knew that the emperor must know what he said last night, but he still said it this way.

Obviously he just wanted to find out the truth.

"Don't worry about the rumors about Xiaoling. We know everything. Just study hard."

Zhu Yuanzhang said casually.

Things like building momentum for the eldest grandson would definitely be better if they were intensified.

In fact, Zhu Yuanzhang was aware of his grandson Yunwen's thoughts, but he didn't care. He would know about this sooner or later.

It's good to be more mentally prepared.

When Zhu Yunwen heard this, he naturally felt certain in his heart, it seemed that his guess was correct.

After Zhu Yuanzhang encouraged Zhu Yunwen for a few words, he asked him to leave and prepare for the morning court session.

"Jiang Li, remember to tell our eldest grandson that we need to see the memorials sent to him this afternoon."

"I obey your order."

…

In the yard, after receiving the memorial, Zhu Ying did not hesitate and started to sort it out directly.

I counted them casually.

Wow, there are eighty-two books in total. Zhu Ying was speechless. How long will it take to finish reading this?

After placing the memorial, Zhu Ying sat upright. After all, this was his first time reading a memorial, so he had to be solemn.

However, when he flipped through the first memorial, he suddenly felt overwhelmed.

It's all written in classical Chinese.

He felt extremely uncomfortable reading it, so he just glanced through it.

Wow, this is at least several thousand words long.

What can I do? I can only grit my teeth and watch it.

As Zhu Ying continued reading until the end, he roughly understood that the content of this memorial was exactly the suggestion for the strategy of using work instead of relief that Zhu Ying had once proposed and was currently implementing.

What made Zhu Ying feel most helpless was the content of nearly 5,000 words, 4,000 of which were almost nonsense, and only the last 1,000 words had some meaning.

Zhu Ying read the suggestions carefully and became even more speechless.

To put it simply, what this local official meant was that Your Majesty's plan was very good, very good, and it allowed many people to survive.

However, this will easily increase the influence of the gentry, so it is recommended to strengthen supervision.

"Master, are these the memorials you read every day?"

Zhu Ying couldn't help but start complaining. Being an emperor in ancient times was simply not a job for a human being.

Zhu Ying quickly flipped through the memorials again. Most of them were related to work-for-relief. It was obvious that these memorials were specially selected by Zhu Yuanzhang.

But at a glance, most of them are several thousand words or even tens of thousands of words.

At the beginning, they always talk about other things, and only at the end do they start to talk about serious matters.

The key point is that the film is written in classical Chinese, which is relatively obscure for Zhu Ying.

This is a complete data flow attack.

Fortunately, there are basically comments from the Grand Secretaries of the Palace at the end of the memorials.

Apparently the old man is just letting Zhu Ying get more exposure to the game and adapt.

After an hour of flipping through the books, Zhu Yingcai had finished reading ten books.

At this time, Zhu Ying, even though he was physically strong, already felt dizzy.

"I don't know how the old man managed to hold on. He is really working hard. It seems that the popularization of vernacular Chinese is imperative."

Zhu Ying put down the memorial. Only then did he realize that being an emperor was not so easy.

These memorials were really just a drop in the bucket for the old man, but Zhu Ying could not get used to it at all.

Since the Ming Dynasty, he has always used vernacular Chinese.

In fact, in daily communication in the Ming Dynasty, including some storybooks, vernacular Chinese was the main language.

But as a person of later generations, he never received education in the native Ming Dynasty.

It’s not that I can’t understand classical Chinese, it’s just that it’s too tiring to read.

This time, Zhu Ying had experience, so when he read the memorial again, he started from the back.

Sure enough, it looks much faster this way.

Basically, when you see the beginning of the nonsense, you know that the content of this memorial should be over.

It only took about half an hour, and Zhu Ying had already read through the dozens of remaining memorials.

At this time, Zhu Ying suddenly had an idea: "I think the old man must have mastered this little trick of reading memorials."

After reading the memorial, Zhu Ying felt helpless again.

He didn't know how many memorials there were in total regarding work-for-relief, but judging from the 82 memorials, they were basically meaningless.

Most of the comments were in praise, with many using classical Chinese to describe some of the scenes announced regarding the work-for-relief program.

All kinds of local gentry flocked to the scene, vying for the first place, and sent loads of grain as a deposit.

There were also refugees kneeling on the ground and shouting "Long live the emperor", thanking His Majesty for saving their lives.

However, these were not the words Zhu Ying wanted to see.

What Zhu Ying wanted to see was how many projects had been approved, their prices, profits, and how much grain the gentry needed to submit as collateral.

Is the food provided mainly old grain or new grain?

These contents are blank.

When a person in later generations actually comes into contact with this kind of ancient government affairs and becomes accustomed to the efficient use of text to solve problems in the previous life, when he looks back on it, he will feel the real gap.

Zhu Ying sorted out the memorial and put it aside, while calming down and starting to think carefully.

All of this was so different from what he had imagined.

While the old man is still around, he wants to carry out some drastic reforms.

Looking at the sky, it was almost time for the old man to come over and go to the Gunpowder Department together.

He will have a good chat with the old man later.