"Father, let's go back to Beiping and talk to His Royal Highness Chang Sun. I think he will agree."

Zhu Gaochi had been hiding on the side and watching secretly, and couldn't help but come out and speak from behind.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Di turned to look at his eldest son and subconsciously began to scold him.

However, when he saw his eldest son's expectant and even pleading eyes, Zhu Di's heart softened.

No matter what, this is his eldest son. Although he has always disliked this eldest son, he is still his own flesh and blood after all.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhu Di asked, "During this period, your father has been fighting against Japanese pirates along the coast. Have you had much contact with His Royal Highness Chang Sun in the capital?"

In Zhu Di's mind, his eldest son seemed to have a very good relationship with Zhu Ying, so Zhu Di wanted to know more about Zhu Ying.

This might be the first time that his father did not scold him for no reason, but communicated with him in a calm tone.

Zhu Gaochi felt a little touched.

Hearing his father's question, Zhu Gaochi did not hesitate and replied: "During the time when my father was away, I had very little contact with His Royal Highness Changsun. During this period, I visited His Royal Highness Changsun once."

"But at that time, His Royal Highness Chang Sun was going to Henan to deal with the plague."

"Since then, I have hardly ever met with Your Highness Changsun in private again."

Zhu Di couldn't help but scold him when he heard this: "Before in Beiping, your father asked you to have less contact, but you didn't listen and communicated secretly."

"Now that we've arrived in the capital, you've become His Royal Highness the Grandson, but you don't keep in touch with me. Are you trying to piss me off to death?"

"How could I give birth to such a stupid son like you?"

Zhu Di was almost intoxicated by his eldest son. Before Zhu Ying's identity was exposed, they were together every day and were closer than brothers.

Now others have been named His Royal Highness the Grand Sun and have been canonized as the Crown Prince.

Instead of relying on the friendship that once helped him in his time of need, he became like those literati, self-righteous and unable to humble himself.

This isn't stupid.

Zhu Ying was also a loyal man. Even if he had some concerns, he would not distance himself from him because of their past friendship.

If the relationship is closer, at least I can get some benefit from it.

It's so stupid.

Zhu Gaochi seemed a little aggrieved after being scolded. He felt that no matter what he did, he could not satisfy his father.

Seeing his eldest son's appearance, Zhu Di didn't even want to reprimand him. He said, "Go and invite your cousin over. Stop showing him in front of me. It makes me upset."

Zhu Gaochi bowed and said, "Yes, father."

With a somewhat frustrated mood, Zhu Gaochi walked out of the Prince of Yan's Mansion and went to find Li Jinglong according to his father's request.

However, Zhu Gaochi was an optimist, and his mood quickly recovered as soon as he left the Prince of Yan's Mansion.

"Perhaps I should visit His Royal Highness Chang Sun more often recently. I was afraid that my father would be unhappy if he knew about this. Now it seems that I can finally go to the Gunpowder Department openly."

Zhu Gaochi was very clear about what happened between his father and his eldest grandson.

His Royal Highness Chang Sun had previously given him a certificate that allowed him to enter and exit the Gunpowder Department at any time.

However, Zhu Gaochi was afraid that his father would think he had "surrendered to the enemy" after knowing it, so he deliberately did not go.

Now that my father has said so, there is no need to worry.

…

"This, this is impossible, Brother Ma Hei, did you do this on purpose to amuse me?"

Zhu Yunwen looked at the tall building, its majestic momentum, and the wide square on the white paper in front of him, and said with some disbelief.

This painting depicts the tall buildings in Samarkand, whose architectural style is naturally completely different from that of the Ming Dynasty.

But compared with the Ming Dynasty, the style of this building seems to be much more shocking.

Judging from the height of the people walking in the picture, the height of the building is almost ten meters.

This is already one or two meters higher than the Fengtian Hall, the tallest building in the Ming Dynasty.

The most important thing is that in this painting, tall buildings like this are everywhere and seem to be very common.

This made Zhu Yunwen feel a little overwhelmed.

"The prosperity of the capital is something I have never seen before. Countless people live here. I have never been to the imperial palace, but the buildings here are very exquisite."

"The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty are the strongest soldiers I have ever seen."

"But in terms of architecture, many of our cities are taller than the Ming Dynasty. The roads are also very spacious. Most of the roads are wide enough for eight carriages to move forward at the same time."

"The capital is good, but it's a bit too crowded."

"What I drew here is Samarkand. There are taller and more majestic buildings in other places than Samarkand. Generally speaking, the local church is the largest building."

"Perhaps, compared to the Ming Dynasty, the only thing we can show off is architecture."

Pierma Heima explained.

This made him feel a little comforted, at least it showed that the Ming Dynasty was not the best in the world in all aspects.

At least in terms of architecture, it is not the largest in the world.

On the contrary, the buildings in many places are far more magnificent than those in the capital of the Ming Dynasty.

According to his understanding, the imperial palace in the capital is the most magnificent place in the entire Ming Dynasty.

"Can you draw more buildings like this, Brother Ma Hei? I want to bring some and show them to my eldest brother and Grandpa Huang."

Zhu Yunwen asked after a moment of silence.

He knew that it would be impossible for Piermahemah to deceive him, and that he would not be able to draw such a building if he had not seen it with his own eyes.

Since it felt so real, Zhu Yunwen felt a little unhappy.

No matter what, he is the grandson of the Ming emperor and has been influenced by Confucian education. When it comes to foreigners, his thoughts are definitely on the Ming side.

And in the hearts of everyone in the Ming Dynasty, whether they were common people, nobles, gentry, or the royal family.

Those outside the territory of the Ming Dynasty are all barbarians.

They are uneducated, have no etiquette, and many of them even eat raw meat and blood.

is looked down upon.

The reason why he became brothers with Pirmahema was that Zhu Yunwen vaguely knew that Timur, the ruler of Samarkand, was a Mongolian.

The former Yuan Dynasty was the Mongols.

Therefore, in Zhu Yunwen's heart, as Timur's grandson, his status and position are not much different from his own.

But culturally, Zhu Yunwen looked down on Samarkand.

In my impression, such remote places should be very poor, otherwise why would Samarkand come here to pay tribute every year.

He also regarded himself as a subject of the Ming Dynasty.

Now, after seeing this building, Zhu Yunwen discovered that in terms of culture, Samarkand, or those places that were once considered very remote and barren, seemed to have a remarkable culture.

This dealt a certain degree of blow to Zhu Yunwen's cultural pride.

In order to make it more realistic, it was suggested that Pierma Heima draw a few more pictures.

"No problem. Wait a moment. I can draw many more churches. We have many churches of various styles over there. Maybe Brother Yunwen will like them."

Piermahema said with a smile, then picked up the charcoal pencil and started painting.

Different from the painting style of the Ming Dynasty, Pirma Heima uses the sketching method which is more popular in later generations and is more inclined to realism.

As Timur's grandson, Samarkand was playful and fond of drinking.

But I also received higher education since childhood.

In Central Asia, painting and music are considered basic qualities of the nobility. In this area, Pirmahema cannot be called an artist, but his level is quite high.

As the lines were drawn, new paintings soon emerged in Pirmahema's hands.

The realistic style makes the various church buildings in the painting clearer and more specific.

In addition to the church, there is also a castle that looks very shocking.

After painting five pictures in a row, Pierma Heima finally stopped, pinched his aching wrist, and said to Zhu Yunwen, "Brother Yunwen, all the churches I have copied are here."

"This castle is my favorite castle, but I have not seen it with my own eyes. He is not in Samarkand, but in the farther west."

"I learned about this castle from a businessman. It's very beautiful and I like it very much."

"Grandpa once promised me that he would conquer that place and give me this castle as a gift."

There was a look of longing in Pirmahema's eyes, and it was obvious that he liked this castle very much.

Zhu Yunwen was greatly shocked when he looked at the castle painted on it.

Judging from the painting, the castle is located on the mountains, towering into the clouds.

The tiny dots in the painting, representing the guards, further highlight the grandeur of the castle.

This type of roof has a circular architectural style, which gave Zhu Yunwen, who was accustomed to the Ming Dynasty architectural system, a strong sense of freshness.

I looked at it for a long time and even couldn't put it down.

Zhu Yunwen asked: "Brother Ma Hei, do you mean that your grandfather is going to start a war here? Then, to which country does this castle belong?"

Pierma Heima nodded and said, "This belongs to a very ancient and powerful country. This country was once very powerful. Brother Yunwen may have heard of it."

"In Samarkand, we call it the Ancient Holy Roman Empire. It is said that many years ago, it was as powerful as the dynasties in the Central Plains."

"If I remember correctly, the Ming Dynasty called it 'Da Qin'."

When Zhu Yunwen heard the word "Da Qin", he naturally felt very familiar with it.

This "Da Qin" is different from the "Da Qin" of Qin Shihuang.

The reason why it is called "Great Qin" is that in terms of culture, military and prosperity, the ancient Roman Empire and the Qin Dynasty that unified the seven kingdoms were equally powerful.

Zhang Qian of the Western Han Dynasty and Ban Chao of the Eastern Han Dynasty went to the Western Regions and opened up the Silk Road that ran through the Eurasian continent. Its final destination was "Da Qin", or the Roman Empire.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yunwen suddenly looked at Pierma Heima deeply.

From Pirmahemada's words just now, he realized Samarkand's strong military capabilities.

Since his grandfather dared to invade Rome, it meant that he had strong confidence in his military strength.

According to common sense, such a majestic castle should be located near the capital of the Roman Empire, similar to Nanjing in the Ming Dynasty.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhu Yunwen stood up and bowed, saying, "Brother Ma Hei, let's stop here today. We will meet again another day."

"I want to show these paintings to Grandpa Huang and Big Brother right now."

"Perhaps Grandfather Emperor and Big Brother are very interested and will summon you in a few days."

Hearing that he might be summoned for this, Pier Ma Hema seemed very happy and said happily: "If Brother Yunwen's elder brother or His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty asks, please let Brother Yunwen know. I can draw a lot more."

"I have a deep love for painting. As long as it is something I have seen before, or something that Brother Yunwen and His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty want to know, I should be able to draw it."

In Pirmahema's mind, there is no concept of confidentiality.

Piermahemah felt quite excited to see his admirers.

In Samarkand, or in the entire West, due to cultural differences, faith in the worshipper is second only to the god they believe in.

Zhu Yunwen nodded and prepared to leave. He wanted to show these paintings to his elder brother and grandfather the emperor as soon as possible.

At this moment, in the Kunning Palace of the Ming Dynasty Palace.

Zhu Ying was listening to Ye Yueqing's report on the capital's business.

"Your Highness, after the booklet was circulated, many chambers of commerce have contacted Uncle Zhang, and they all want to buy shares in the factory."

"They all seem to know that the Qunying Chamber of Commerce belongs to His Highness, so they have become very active. There were even several large chambers of commerce that wanted to launch a joint boycott."

"But after many barons began to sell their land to the Chamber of Commerce, their alliance completely collapsed."

Zhu Ying listened to Ye Yueqing's story while looking at the records in the booklet, his expression not changing much. All this was within his plan.

After a moment, he said calmly: "Don't rush to sell the shares. Inform Uncle Zhang to make some qualification certificates. You must have sufficient financial resources to be eligible to buy shares."

"Let Uncle Zhang gather all the well-known chambers of commerce, and then hold an auction to control the issuance of quotas. As for the quotas, the highest bidder wins."

"The auction process will be recorded in detail. We need to investigate the bottom line of these chambers of commerce."

"These big chambers of commerce have a particularly profound influence. It will be easier to take action if we understand their background."