"Lao San, what are your plans for this slave Gandusi land?"

Although the person in charge is nominally Zhu Changluo, the Crown Prince who has just been granted the title of 'King of Liaodong', the little fat man knows very well in his heart that he really wants to control the 'big people' including Nuer Gandusi.

Liaodong's governance depends on Wang Bing's advice behind the scenes.

Therefore, in name, he came to see these industrious "Jinshi Masters" get into trouble, but in fact, the little fat man was a drunkard who didn't care about drinking.

"I also want to ask you what exactly you want to do. Obviously, you were just talking about Nuer Gandusi at the beginning. It's good for you. Now, you have turned the entire east of Shanhaiguan into the Prince's Liaodong Prince's fiefdom. A perfect piece of white paper

The paper forced you to make a bunch of 'ink stains'."

Instead of answering the little fat man's question, Wang Bing complained that he had made the Liaodong Prince's fiefdom too big.

"Liaodong implements a guard system. Isn't this just a good opportunity for Chang Luo to exercise, and also take part in the reorganization of the Liaodong Army, haha!"

"Hey, other people's sons are cheating their fathers, but it's better for you. Isn't it clear that you're cheating your sons? What kind of training? It's clear that you use your son as a gunman and prepare to use the Liaodong Army to test the waters of military reform."

"I'm talking about the third child. I don't like hearing this anymore. What do you mean by cheating your son? I'm doing this for Chang Luo's own good. As long as he gets this done, he will have enough prestige in both military and political matters.

Won’t it be easier to govern the country in the future?”

Indeed, although the little fat man's decision has made Zhu Changluo more difficult, it has to be said that the benefits are also huge. As long as he really takes care of the 'Great Liaodong', he will have soldiers, food and money.

, not to mention his brothers, even the little fat man, the emperor, couldn't change the prince.

"Uh, Brother Zhu, are you not worried at all?"

Although he said that the little fat man was 'tricking his son', in fact, how could Wang Bing not know that the little fat man was paving the way for Zhu Changluo.

"Haha, what are you worried about? Are you worried that Chang Luo has too much authority and strength and will be impatient to usurp the throne and rebel in the future?"

Seeing Wang Bing's surprised look, the little fat man made it clear.

"Since ancient times, haven't emperors been most worried about usurping the throne and rebelling? Think about Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, weren't they all... Hehe!"

Seeing that the little fat man made his words clear, Wang Bing didn't hide his teasing.

In fact, it would be strange for Wang Bing not to worry when he saw the little fat man trying his best to increase the pressure on the crown prince Zhu Changluo. He didn't want Ming Dynasty, which had finally got on the right track, to have a "violent prince" incident or Xuanwu incident.

Door changes.

"Bah, I said, third brother, you can't think of something better? Why don't you think about what happened to Emperor Taizu and Prince Yiwen?"

After hearing the examples given by Wang Bing, the little fat man was speechless.

"There is no family relationship in the Tian family. Emperor Taizu and Prince Yiwen are just an example. Throughout history, except for Emperor Taizu, which emperor can...hehe!"

Speaking of which, despite the fact that father and son have been suspicious of each other for the throne since ancient times, there are many negative examples of brothers fighting against each other, but there are also cases where fathers are kind and sons are filial.

Like the father and son duo of Ming Taizu and Prince Yiwen, Wang Bing even suspected that if Zhu Biao really wanted to usurp the throne and rebel, Ming Taizu, the Hongwu Emperor, would even personally give him guidance.

"Why are Emperor Taizu and Prince Yiwen just the same? How do you know that father and son Chang Luo and I can't be the second to Taizu and Prince Yiwen? There is no family relationship in the Tian family? Bah, those are all civil servants

Made it up, our Ming Dynasty’s royal family never lacks family affection!”

Regarding what Wang Bing said, "There is no family affection in the Tian family," the little fat man had a look of contempt on his face.

In fact, it is said that the Tian family has no family ties, but for the Ming Dynasty, except for the battle of Jingnan and the incident of seizing the door, most of the time, it actually did a pretty good job in this regard.

Take the little fat man himself as an example, even though he already knew that the mastermind behind Nanhaizi's assassination incident was King Lu, he still chose to let his only biological brother go and let him die safely.

As for Zhu Changluo, the eldest son, let alone that. Even Prince Fu, who was the most favored by the little fat man in the original history, was far inferior to Zhu Changluo in this time and space.

"Third brother, stop thinking about this 'no family ties in the Tian family' thing. Think carefully about how to help Chang Luo manage this 'New Liaodong' well."

Finally, the little fat man once again shifted the topic to the governance of Liaodong.

"Haha, Brother Zhu, in fact, this matter is easy to say. When Xuanzong abandoned Nuer Gandusi, it was not so much that the place was barren and desolate, but that the court was short of people and money! But now, whether it is people or money,

Is my Ming Dynasty short of money? As long as there are people, this place will naturally become rich and prosperous..."

In Wang Bing's view, if he wants to firmly control Nuergandusi and the entire Liaodong, the most important thing is population, a large Han population!

"Is five million people enough? Including the original Han people in Liaodong, it is almost 10 million!"

After listening to Wang Bing's analysis, the little fat man thought for a moment and then gave a huge figure of five million immigrants.

"Five million? Brother Zhu, do you know how much it would have cost to immigrate to the country of five million?"

Wang Bing couldn't help but be surprised when he heard that the little fat man actually wanted to immigrate five million yuan.

You know, this is not the time when trains and ships were running around in later generations. In this era, five million immigrants were immigrated, which was a big project.

"Isn't it just money? Is thirty million taels enough?"

Before Wang Bing could get over the number of five million immigrants, the little fat man spoke generously again and gave an astronomical figure that would make all the previous emperors crawl out of their tombs with envy.

"What? Thirty million taels? When did you become so generous?"

When he heard that the always 'greedy' little fat man actually offered thirty million taels of silver, even Wang Bing, who roughly knew the amount of money the little fat man had, couldn't help but be surprised.

"You really think that I am a miser. In the past, it was just because I had no money. Now that I have money, I have to use it where it should be used. Otherwise, will it get moldy in the warehouse? Hahahaha!"

Seeing Wang Bing's expression of disbelief, the little fat man couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Thirty million taels of silver is definitely enough, but it would be too hasty to immigrate five million taels at once. Why not divide it into five years, one million a year, otherwise you will not be able to complete this even if you tire them to death."

mission.”

Pointing to the 'Jinshi masters' outside the window who had started training again, Wang Bing divided the five million immigrants given by the little fat man into five years.

"That's fine, if we divide it into five years, the miser Zhang Xueyan won't feel so distressed, hahahaha!"

"What? Zhang Xueyan, treasury?"

Sure enough, the little fat man is still the same little fat man! Wang Bing originally thought that the 30 million taels came from internal funds, but unexpectedly it came from the national treasury. No wonder this guy is so generous!

"Governing New Liaodong is a state matter, and of course it requires the use of money from the national treasury. What's more, if we keep the money from the internal funds, won't it all belong to Chang Luo in the future? We can't let him do the same thing as when we came to the throne.

There’s no money for anything!”

Facing Wang Bing's surprise, the little fat man immediately transformed into the image of a loving father who saves wealth for future generations.
Chapter completed!