Old Zhu really wanted to put Lu under house arrest, but he had no suitable reason. And no matter how hard you look at it, today's incident was all caused by Zhu Yunhuan, the rebellious grandson, who deliberately caused trouble, and it really had nothing to do with Lu.
But he believed that Lu was a smart man and would definitely understand the implication of his words.
"Daughter-in-law..."
Mrs. Lu wanted to cry a few more words and act pitiful in front of Old Zhu, but when she raised her head again, the old man had disappeared!
This made her so angry that she wanted to turn around and leave. But seeing so many people staring at her, she could only grit her teeth and kowtow to the hall to express her gratitude.
Zhu Yunhuan had just returned to his courtyard and hadn't even sat down when he saw someone from the needlework bureau coming to measure his body and saying that they were ordered by the emperor to make new clothes for him.
When Zhu Yunhuan saw that there was such a good thing, he immediately took out the several pieces of Shu brocade sent by Lan Yu and asked them to use it to make it.
The people in the Needlework Bureau all knew what was good. When they saw the Shu brocade, they immediately praised it as a fine material, much higher quality than the ordinary ones used in the palace.
When Zhu Yunhuan heard this, his dislike for his great uncle Lan Yu decreased by 1, and his favorability towards him increased by 2.
Humph!
For the sake of these good materials, I won’t mind him hitting me!
After Zhu Yunhuan sent away the people from the Needlework Bureau, he sat down at the desk with a headache and wrote big characters with his left hand.
Ever since he learned "Flow Calligraphy" from Qi Tai, he has been able to write quickly and well with his right hand.
But he always insisted on writing big characters with his left hand to fool the old man, for fear that the old man would see how good he was and really think he was a genius and randomly give him extra homework.
He is already too busy to have time to write books. If he is given more workload, won't he have to study those useless Four Books and Five Classics every day?
Zhu Yunhuan wrote several thousand words in a row before he sighed, put down his brush and lay down on his bed. He didn't know when these days of losing money would end. Even if he could dream about "The Legend of Zhen Huan", it should be better than this, right?
It’s just that this dream-entering machine is too unstable, and I’ve even had fewer dreams recently…
The next morning, before Zhu Yunhuan had finished washing his face, he saw Lu's personal maid Dongmei, leading several servants and carrying several large boxes in.
"Third Prince, here is a total of five thousand taels of silver!"
"In addition to the monthly allowances for you and the other princesses, the extra several hundred taels are an extra reward from the Queen. You can spend it as you wish!"
Zhu Yunhuan said calmly upon hearing this.
"The extra few hundred taels are just interest. Don't tell me whether it's a reward or not. I won't take it!"
Dongmei was not angry when she heard Zhu Yunhuan say this, but was secretly delighted. If the Third Prince likes to eat, drink and have fun, the Crown Princess is still very happy to give him money to spend.
Not to mention the several thousand taels of silver now, even thirty or fifty thousand would be no problem!
"The queen also said that if this money is not enough, you can always go to her for more!"
After hearing this, San Dezi's face changed drastically. He knew what the Crown Princess was thinking as soon as he heard it. She wanted to make her own prince useless!
But how can I persuade His Highness not to fall into the Crown Princess's evil scheme?
However, San Dezi changed his mind and stopped worrying.
Because he found that his Highness was not very keen on spending money, but was quite good at losing money.
If the Crown Princess really wants to use money to corrupt His Highness, His Highness will probably pay for her entire coffin...
After Dongmei left, Zhu Yunhuan immediately opened the box and grinned foolishly as he looked at the box full of silver.
A full five thousand taels! I finally became a rich man, hahaha!
Zhu Yunhuan looked at the box full of silver and suddenly had an idea. Why not strangle that money-loser to death?
If I use these five thousand taels of silver well, I can build a laboratory. Then I can pick up an apple from under a tree and use a few horses to pull an iron ball in front of Hongwu Gate. It would be great to be the father of science.
As for the title of the originator of fantasy, let’s leave it to future generations hundreds of years later!
However, when he had breakfast at Old Zhu's and went to the main hall to catch up on some sleep, he suddenly saw Zhu Gui running in happily.
"Nephew, let's get rich!"
The main hall was empty at this time, with only a few people there. When Zhu Yunhuan suddenly heard these words, he was stunned by Zhu Gui.
Didn’t his bookstore suffer heavy losses? How come it suddenly became prosperous?
"Uncle Thirteen, you haven't woken up yet, have you?"
Zhu Gui excitedly rushed to Zhu Yunhuan and picked him up.
"I went to the bookstore just before entering the palace, and the clerk in the store told me that all of the more than 9,900 sets of books in our inventory have been sold out!"
When Zhu Yunhuan heard this, his face was full of disbelief.
"Uncle Thirteen, are you telling the truth?"
"We have sold all the books that we couldn't even give away?"
"Of course, this is not true!"
"If you don't believe me, come with me and take a look outside the palace. The money people have used to buy books has filled up the treasury!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunhuan no longer cared about skipping classes. He immediately followed Zhu Gui to the Sanwei Book House outside the palace and went straight to the warehouse in the backyard.
When he saw the piles of silver in the warehouse, his eyes were stunned.
“Did it really sell?”
"That's impossible. Without a few months of adaptation, this thing won't be able to open up the market!"
Zhu Gui sat on the silver excitedly and pointed to a big box beside him.
"I also asked someone to pawn the things you brought me yesterday for you. The pawn was for a year, and the total exchange rate was more than 13,000 taels of silver."
"My three thousand yuan of capital has been deducted directly. The rest is all here. Send someone to count it later."
"Uncle Thirteen is doing things, so why should I worry about you, my nephew?"
"I just find it strange that this book is selling so quickly. Is there something fishy going on?"
"Nephew, stop imagining things. What could possibly be wrong with this thing?"
Zhu Yunhuan shook his head and called the waiter directly.
"Go get me the account book so I can see who bought the books!"
Soon the clerk brought a thin account book, and Zhu Yunhuan only flipped through one page and couldn't turn any further.
Because before the first page of the thin account book was even finished, all 9,000 sets of books had been sold!
When Zhu Yunhuan looked at the person buying the book again, his face was immediately filled with black lines.
Duke of Ying Fu Youde, Duke of Song Feng Sheng, Duke of Liang Lan Yu, Duke of Kaiguo Chang Sheng, Marquis of Dingyuan Wang Bi, Marquis of Changxing Geng Bingwen...
There's something fishy about the book-buying list at first glance. Every one of the people on it seems to be a person who likes reading!
These people buy thousands of sets at a time. It is obvious that they are not buying them to watch, but have other uses. But they are definitely not for wall coverings!
"Someone come!"
"According to the list above, return all the money to me and bring back all the books. Not a single one can be missing!"
"Nephew, are you stupid? We have finally earned the money, and you actually want to return it!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunhuan responded without any hesitation.
"Uncle Thirteen, don't play dumb with me. Don't tell me that you can't tell where these people who buy books come from!"
"What they bought was not the book, but your father's face!"
When Zhu Gui heard this, he suddenly felt a little guilty, but he still muttered softly.
" It's no big deal, isn't it? All the other brothers do the same..."
"The restaurants of King Zhou and King Lu are expensive and the food is terrible, but many people still go there to support them..."
"In Uncle San's casino, people deliberately lose money every day, and I haven't seen your grandfather say anything..."
Seeing that Zhu Gui was so stubborn, Zhu Yunhuan decided not to bother with this idiot anymore.
This guy doesn't even use his brain to think, can people be the same?
If all people are the same, then why can the crown prince position of the Ming Dynasty only be Zhu Biao, and even after Zhu Biao's death, it must be passed to Zhu Biao's son Zhu Yunwen?
Old Zhu couldn't bear to blame the King of Qin and the King of Jin because he felt guilty towards them. This guilt might not fall on himself and Zhu Gui.
Therefore, others can earn this money, but he and Zhu Gui cannot.
This was also the way Zhu Yunhuan always adhered to as a grandson, that is, occasionally pulling a few hairs from the big golden pig like Zhu Yunhuan. Even if Zhu Yunhuan was not happy, he would at most snort a few times or beat him up to vent his anger.
But once he pulls out the fur and skin together, Old Zhu may not tolerate him. Beating him half to death would be the lightest punishment. With Old Zhu's violent temper, he might even beat him so hard that he can't take care of himself!
"Send some people over to move the silver. Make sure it's all returned to me today!"
Zhu Gui sat on the box and refused to move, leaving the men with nowhere to start.
"Uncle Thirteen, come down quickly!"
"I don't!"
"My butt isn't even warm yet!"
"Uncle Thirteen , silver has very good electrical and thermal conductivity. You won't be able to warm up even if you sit here until tomorrow!"
"Then I'll sit till tomorrow!"