Chapter 4: Consolidating the country does not rely on the dangers of mountains and rivers

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Next door, Zhu Di sat down on a chair, his face full of undisguised despair.

The surrounding Jinyi guards were already kneeling on the ground in fear, not daring to make any sound.

"I did something wrong?"

Zhu Di murmured, his voice filled with disbelief.

Shock!

Extremely shocked!

Cutting down the vassal vassal means abolishing the three lifelines left by his father, Zhu Yuanzhang, to the Ming Dynasty!

Since the beginning of the war, Zhu Di has encountered many storms and waves, but he has never been as shocked as he was today.

Zhu Di raised his head blankly, as if he wanted to see through the roof to see if his father, Zhu Yuanzhang, was looking at him in the sky.

Zhu Di has admired his father Zhu Yuanzhang since he was a child, and even studied hard and fought hard to become a hero like Zhu Yuanzhang. However, after he worked hard to get into his father's position, he underestimated his father's wisdom.

Zhu Di was distracted for a moment, and a picture emerged in his mind. His father, Zhu Yuanzhang, was standing in front of him, and he was kneeling on the ground being pointed at and scolded.

The corners of Zhu Gaoxu's mouth twitched slightly, feeling that he was being despised.

"Plow its gardens! Sweep its holes!"

"Moving the capital to the north is not because the Ming Dynasty is too close to the foreign races, but because the foreign races are too close to our Ming Dynasty!"

"——You have to pay more!"

"If the three lifelines are useful, why am I sitting here?"

After the free time, Jiang Xinghuo went back to take a nap.

But does this also mean that if the vassal state is reduced and the Ming Dynasty faces an invasion by foreigners in the future, the foreigners will directly follow the route that Zhu Di used to appease the emperor and go straight to Nanjing?

As long as these three lines of defense exist, the Ming Dynasty will never be destroyed by aliens, and it will not dare to empty its nest. Therefore, every time something happens, no matter how incompetent the descendants are, there will always be a chance to survive.

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In fact, Zhu Di originally believed that his strategy of "peacefully reducing the vassal state and supporting the clan" would not have any serious sequelae.

At this time, Jiang Xinghuo didn't know that his casual words pointing out the country according to the historical trend would set Zhu Di's little universe on fire.

Jiang Xinghuo's saliva was flying for a long time. He was really thirsty and was leaning on the tree trunk to eat melon.

According to Jiang Xinghuo's analysis, the overall layout of the three life-saving lines Zhu Yuanzhang left to the Ming Dynasty, from the allocation of troops to mutual checks and balances, to the two large plains buffer zones directly under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, were impeccable.

"That is, if you choose to peacefully reduce the vassal state."

"If future generations are as incompetent as Jianwen, what's the use of having three more lines?"

Therefore, Zhu Di also had some expectations in his heart and was ready to listen carefully to what Jiang Xinghuo was going to say about the second sequelae of cutting down the vassal clan.

"Mr. Jiang, am I right?"

"Of course it does matter." Jiang Xinghuo stretched, "Put one grain of rice on the first square on the chessboard, two grains on the second square, four grains on the third square, and eight grains on the fourth square. Put them in this proportion.

, you will understand soon."

"What does the chessboard and Xiaomi have to do with the problem I'm talking about?"

"You can fight, you have the ability to fight all the way to Nanjing and ascend to the throne, but if you can fight again, after one hundred, two hundred, or three hundred years, can you guarantee that the Ming Dynasty can still fight at that time? We will move the capital to Peking.

What should I do if Lao Zhu’s family is taken over by someone else?”

Zhu Di suddenly stood up from his chair and stood next to the wall again.

Seeing Zhu Di's reaction, Ji Gang sighed secretly:

"This is the Your Majesty I know!"

Jiang Xinghuo is simply a monster!

Zhu Di's heart was surging for a moment, but after all, he was the Yongle Emperor who was born in the flames of war and spent half his life in the military. His character had already been honed by killing and death and was extremely tough.

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence, as if you could hear a pin drop clearly.

"Mr. Jiang, what do you think is the second sequelae of cutting down the vassal clan?"

In fact, when discussing with Dao Yan the treatment of peaceful vassal reduction, it was not that Zhu Di had not considered the issue of the number of royal families after the Ming Dynasty, but both Zhu Di and Dao Yan felt that the problem was not big.

Zhu Di originally thought that Jiang Xinghuo was just an ordinary person with some knowledge, but after hearing these words, he realized that he was totally wrong!

Jiang Xinghuo not only pointed out the methods left behind by his father Zhu Yuanzhang, but was also able to predict the reduction of vassals and the relocation of the capital that would occur during his reign!

This ability is definitely not something ordinary people can possess!

On the other side of the wall, Zhu Gaoxu asked with a frown.

"After you understand it, I will tell you how to solve the sequelae of the second point."

Of course, that little bastard Zhu Yunwen opened the door to cut down the feudal vassal first, and destroyed the vassal kings on the Yellow River defense line and the Yangtze River defense line, so that Zhu Di did not need to face the resistance of the vassal kings on these two lines of defense.

"Mr. Jiang is right, we should all be abolished as common people without spending a single coin!"

"There are just dozens of vassal kings, county kings, and generals who govern the country." Zhu Gaoxu obviously didn't understand and said indifferently.

"Have you forgotten our teachings? If you don't do anything in advance, it will be ruined. A leader should not worry about victory but defeat first!"

"I know that your hands and eyes are open to the sky in the prison, so go find a chessboard and some millet."

Zhu Di took it for granted that his father, Zhu Yuanzhang, who had established the eternal system of the Ming Dynasty, would definitely be right in calculating the clan salary, so he planned to increase the salary in exchange for the military power of the vassals without thinking carefully.

Jiang Xinghuo was speechless for a moment and put the melon back.

Zhu Gaoxu pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, revealing a look of sudden realization.

The words that echoed in his mind were like a bolt from the blue, and Zhu Di couldn't recover for a long time. He could only feel the blood and blood in his chest boiling, and his throat was fishy and sweet.

"The invaders can go, and I can go too!"

After a moment of silence, Zhu Di, who had fallen on the chair, stood up again.

"The reason is very simple. Since we want to appease the feudal vassals and surrender their military power obediently and become Prince Taiping, then we must compensate them on top of their original salary, right? According to the Ming Dynasty's system, the highest prince is ten thousand dan per year, and the lowest is Feng Guo Lieutenant.

There are also two hundred stones."

But now when Jiang Xinghuo said this, Zhu Di felt that something was really wrong, but he couldn't figure it out.

Jiang Xinghuo immersed himself in eating the melon. After finishing half of the piece in his hand, he raised his head and said.

"The three life-saving lines our family left to Daming will be destroyed by you, a treacherous son!"

"Didn't your husband teach you arithmetic when you were studying?"

"I have destroyed the three life-saving lines, so let's find a better way!"

Zhu Di wanted to argue with Zhu Yuanzhang who only existed in his mind, but when the words came to his lips, there was only silence.

An indescribable sense of excitement filled his heart, as if he had rediscovered the feeling of conquering the battlefield!

"Consolidating a country does not rely on the dangers of mountains and rivers!"

Jiang Xinghuo asked lightly: "How many generations do you think the Ming Dynasty will last? Does each emperor only have one son? In other words, if other vassal kings stay in their fiefdoms and have nothing to do, won't they make babies every day?"

Zhu Gaoxu, who was also gnawing on the watermelon, asked vaguely.

The high-spirited Zhu Di on the other side of the wall fell into deep thought.

After all, Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, had already planned that the title would be downgraded every generation. The prince, except for his legitimate son, would be the prince of the county, and then the general of the country, the general of the auxiliary country, and the general of Fengguo. Until the lieutenant of Fengguo, he would no longer be demoted.

Already.

"Dad, I want you to see where I should sit!"

In Zhu Di's eyes,

"The second sequelae, unlike the immediate effect of the first point, is that chronic support for the clan will slowly bring down the Ming Dynasty."

"I will never cause trouble for the Ming Dynasty!"

Jiang Xinghuo picked up another half of the watermelon and stopped it in mid-air.

Burning with strong fighting spirit!

His fists were clenched, his joints cracked, and his whole face turned red.

"Why?" Zhu Gaoxu didn't understand.

When Jiang Xinghuo, who had been lying down for a long time after eating watermelon, patted his buttocks and stood up, he heard the whistle that ended the winding time.

But Jiang Xinghuo has clearly pointed out the first point, which is the collapse of the national defense system left by Zhu Yuanzhang, and what he said is very reasonable and well-founded.

Zhu Gaoxu sat under the shade of a tree, called the jailer to bring him a chessboard and a bag of millet, and began to put them away seriously.

"The fifth grid, sixteen grains; the sixth grid, thirty-two grains; the seventh grid, sixty-four grains."

After a long time, Zhu Gaoxu looked at the countless millets on the chessboard and the direction Jiang Xinghuo left. He was stunned for a while and then murmured: "Chessboard. Eight grains of rice."

Zhu Gaoxu said in astonishment: "I know a hammer!"
Chapter completed!