Should We Change the Name

Zhu Yuanzhang was left speechless.

Just then, Zhu Di stepped forward and knelt before Qin Ning. Mr. Qin, please, I beg you to cure my mother!

The ministers hurriedly followed suit, kneeling and shouting in unison, We beseech you, sir, to use your immortal arts to protect Her Majesty with eternal health and longevity!

Heh... Mister has already stepped in and cured my wife. By the time you lot came begging, the food would have already gone cold, Zhu Yuanzhang spoke up.

Hearing this, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, as long as Empress Ma was around, she could always keep Zhu Yuanzhang's bloodthirsty nature in check.

Alright, enough about that. The most pressing matter at hand is to promote the cultivation of potatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes, ensuring that my Great Ming never sees another person die of starvation, Zhu Yuanzhang said, waving his hand.

He then looked at Zhu Biao. Biao'er, I am entrusting this task to you.

Rest assured, Imperial Father. Your son will not fail this heavy responsibility!

Zhu Biao replied earnestly. He understood that this was an opportunity to leave his mark on history for millennia. For his father to hand it to him showed absolute trust and support.

Imperial Father, I want to help Big Brother too, Zhu Di said, his eyes darting around as he spoke.

You?

Zhu Yuanzhang gave him a look. You can't. Farming isn't for you. If you have that much free time, you'd be better off figuring out how to expand the territories of our Great Ming.

Thinking of the historical achievements this son of his would make, Zhu Yuanzhang naturally had other plans for Zhu Di.

Having him farm would simply be a waste of his talents.

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the young men present, finally settling on a young boy. Jiujiang.

Great-uncle.

Li Jinglong, courtesy name Jiujiang, the son of the Duke of Cao, Li Wenzhong. In the eleventh year of Hongwu, he had just turned ten.

However, people in ancient times matured early. At this time, Li Jiujiang's physique was virtually indistinguishable from a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old from modern times.

Go help Biao'er. Work hard, and don't embarrass your father.

But Great-uncle, I don't want to farm.

Li Jinglong looked entirely reluctant. I want to be like Lan Yu, marching against the Western Tibetans, leading northern expeditions against the Yuan court, and reaching Mount Langjuxu to perform the highest military sacrifices!

You? Zhu Yuanzhang was amused.

At that moment, Qin Ning suddenly chimed in, This kid is Li Jinglong?

Oh? Does Mister know Jiujiang? Zhu Yuanzhang asked in surprise.

The God of War of the Great Ming. He's quite famous, Qin Ning nodded with a smile.

The God of War of the Great Ming!

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was astonished.

Li Wenzhong couldn't help but look thrilled.

His son was actually called a God of War in later generations?

It seemed his upbringing hadn't been in vain!

In that case, he absolutely couldn't let him go farming with the Crown Prince. In the future, Jiujiang had to join the army; reaching Mount Langjuxu was the ultimate glory he should pursue!

Good, good, good! I never expected this boy to have such a promising future. What a God of War of the Great Ming! Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but laugh heartily.

Now that he knew history, many tragedies could be avoided.

Fierce generals like his fourth son Zhu Di and Lan Yu had to be kept alive, and he would assign them crucial military roles.

He hadn't expected the pleasant surprise of a third, the Great Ming's God of War, Li Jinglong.

Just hearing this title, it sounded every bit as impressive as the military peaks of Lan Yu and his fourth son!

Since that's the case, Jiujiang, don't get involved with the farming. In a few years, I'll make you a Great General. You can join your fourth uncle and Lan Yu in expanding the borders of my Great Ming, Zhu Yuanzhang said happily.

Li Jinglong said with a proud face, You are wise, Great-uncle! I definitely won't let you down in the future. One day, I, Li Jinglong, will also set foot upon Mount Langjuxu!

Standing to the side, Qin Ning hesitated to speak but ultimately chose to remain silent.

Truth be told, although this God of War title was an ironic historical joke.

Li Jinglong did receive an excellent military education from a young age; he only drew criticism because he lacked real combat experience.

Coupled with the fact that he repeatedly led campaigns against Zhu Di and lost every time, there was a huge probability he had been throwing the matches on purpose.

If he really could join the army early alongside Lan Yu and Zhu Di to accumulate experience, who knew? Maybe he really could become a true God of War in the future.

Mister, aside from planting crops like potatoes, what else can our Great Ming start developing right now? Zhu Biao asked.

Hearing this, Qin Ning stroked his chin, seemingly deep in thought. After a moment, he said, Let's do it like we did in the Great Tang. I'll have people come over to help you with infrastructure and set up the teleportation portal. For the next couple of days, gather a group of scholars. I'll have someone teach them some new knowledge.

Also, food is the heaven of the people, and food cannot do without salt. The Great Ming's salt-making technology is still very backward compared to later generations. Your current salt has too many impurities and carries a bitter taste. I recall that for ordinary commoners in this era, salt is still very expensive.

Some records from later generations stated that, calculated by purchasing power, the price of a single pound of salt in the Ming Dynasty reached an astonishing two hundred yuan.

Hearing this, Zhu Biao was overjoyed. Salt was indeed a massive issue.

If Qin Ning could truly provide better salt-making technology, it would undoubtedly be another great blessing for the people of the Great Ming.

Qin Ning continued, And I remember that during this period, there is also the big neck disease, which is caused by a lack of iodine in the salt. Once we promote iodized salt, this disease will naturally disappear. Of course, I don't know the specifics too well myself. When the time comes, I'll send some experts in this field over to teach you.

With that, Qin Ning stood up and said to Zhu Yuanzhang, Have someone find a large plot of land and set it aside for me, preferably in the outskirts of Yingtian Prefecture. I'll use it to build the teleportation portal, which will also make it easier to transport large machinery over.

In addition to that... I also need to find someone to come over and serve as the general manager for these matters. After all, I can't stay here long-term.

Just like in the Great Tang, where the general manager was Wang Yousheng, someone naturally had to be dispatched to the Great Ming as well.

Qin Ning thought for a moment and decided to have one of Xia Fei's group come here.

Have your people find the location first. I'm going to head back for a bit, and I'll be right over.

After leaving Zhu Yuanzhang with those words, Qin Ning looked toward Li Shimin and Empress Zhangsun. Are you heading back now? Or do you want to stay and play a bit longer?

We should head back as well. There are still some matters in the Great Tang that require my attention, Li Shimin said.

Alright.

Qin Ning nodded, then waved his hand. The next moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, the three of them vanished directly from where they stood.

In the modern era.

Inside the villa.

Qin Fei was watching TV with Li Lizhi, while the sound of children playing echoed from the living room.

Besides little Sizi and Zhu Xiongying, there was now another little girl of a similar age.

Chengyang is here too.

Empress Zhangsun smiled. This was her second daughter, the little Princess Chengyang.

The villa had a teleportation portal connecting directly to the Lizheng Palace, making travel back and forth to the Great Tang very convenient.

Mother!

Seeing her, little Sizi and Chengyang quickly ran over, each hugging one of Empress Zhangsun's legs.

"Guanyinbi, you stay here and play with the children for a while. I will return to the Great Tang to take a look first," Li Shimin said as he stepped into the portal.

"Young Mastah, eat a strawberry."

Holding a strawberry in her hand, Sizi came up to him.

"Thank you, Mingda." Qin Ning smiled and took the strawberry from her hand.

"Hehe..."

After watching Qin Ning eat the strawberry, the little girl smiled happily. Then, she pulled Chengyang and ran towards Zhu Xiongying. "Second Sister, let's continue dividing the strawberries."

Qin Ning looked over and saw a large basket of strawberries resting on the ground.

In front of the three little ones, there was a plate for each of them.

Sizi first picked one up from the basket and said, "One for me."

"One for Second Sister." As she spoke, she took another one and placed it on Chengyang's plate.

"Then one for me."

"One for Xiongying."

"Another one for me."

"One for Second Sister."

At first glance, Chengyang and Xiongying felt there was nothing wrong with this method of sharing. But for some reason, after they were done dividing, the strawberries on Sizi's plate seemed to be far more numerous than theirs.

"Young Master Qin, you were looking for me?"

Just then, Xia Fei walked in from outside the door.

Qin Ning nodded. "The Great Ming side is lacking a person in charge. I plan to send you over there."

Hearing this, Xia Fei was momentarily stunned.

He knew about the Great Tang. After all, he had even shared drinks with Li Shimin. How come a Great Ming had suddenly popped up?

However, he did not ask too many questions. He simply nodded and then asked, "Then do I need to change my name?"

Qin Ning was taken aback. "Change your name? Change it to what?"

"Xia Ren (Shrimp)."