In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, Zhu Xiongying, the eldest grandson of the emperor of the Ming Empire, the grandson of the general Chang Yuchun, and the nephew of the general Lan Yu, was destined to succeed the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Xiongying was only eight years old. He died young and was buried in Zhongshan Mausoleum in Yingtian.
That night, a violent storm arose, and the emperor's grandson's coffin opened strangely, and his body disappeared inexplicably.
Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was furious and slaughtered all the officials and imperial guards involved in the incident, a total of more than 3,000 people!
At the same time, the entire city was ordered to search for the bones of the emperor's eldest grandson.
The search lasted for a whole year to no avail.
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Ten years later.
The spring of the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu.
Ying Tianfu.
Along the Qinhuai River.
The pattering spring rain falls on the Qinhuai River, making little ripples and rising white mist, making it as beautiful as a fairyland.
In the rain, a young man holding an oil-paper umbrella walked into a house carrying a small drink.
The house is not big, but it is kept very clean by the young man.
Putting the small wine on the table and taking out several plates of side dishes that had been prepared long ago from the kitchen, the young man sat on the chair and waited for the old man's arrival.
The young man's name is Zhu Jin. He is not from this world. He traveled to the Ming Dynasty ten years ago and climbed out of the coffin.
I don’t know what his parents in this life were thinking. He was obviously not dead yet, so why did they put him in a coffin?
After finally crawling out of the coffin, he encountered armored soldiers searching for him all over the mountains and plains.
Zhu Jin asked Yazi to run away.
Later, he was adopted by a farmer. Unfortunately, the farmer and his wife died shortly after.
From then on, Zhu Jin could only start a wandering life.
At the beginning, he was full of confidence, thinking that with his wisdom that was hundreds of years ahead of the Ming Dynasty, he could dominate in this era.
But the ideal is very full, and the reality is very skinny.
He found that he had no chance to use his fists.
The Ming Dynasty was a feudal society.
There are obvious classes among scholars, farmers, workers and merchants.
As for him, his identity is unknown and he does not have a fish scale yellow book.
The fish scale yellow book is simply an ID card.
Without an ID card, you can't do anything and you are a refugee.
How are refugees treated?
It can be said that there is no human rights.
Not qualified to be an official, not qualified to farm, not qualified to do handicrafts, not even qualified to do business!
As for using wisdom that is hundreds of years ahead of the curve to go to the government to offer advice?
Ah……
Before he even got close, he was beaten away by the clerk!
It’s a beautiful thought, but I also want to show off my skills and dominate the world...
Being alive is a great blessing.
This is completely a society where individuals cannibalize people!
Fortunately.
There is always a way out.
Just when Zhu Jin was in trouble and struggling to survive.
He met an old man named Lao Hong.
The old man looks very old at first glance. He has white hair, but he is in very good spirits. Especially his eyes, like a tiger in the mountains. He is resolute and brave. He also walks like a tiger roaring like wind. At first glance, he is not a simple man. .
And since the old man met Zhu Jin, he kept saying that Zhu Jin looked like his grandson.
Perhaps because of his love for the house, the old man arranged a farmer's household registration for Zhu Jin and gave Zhu Jin a small yard by the Qinhuai River.
Only then did Zhu Jin's life get better.
As for the identity of this old man and why he was so capable of arranging peasant household registration for him, Zhu Jin also asked, but the old man did not say it explicitly. He just hinted to Zhu Jin overtly and secretly that he was a high official in the court.
Zhu Jin recalled it for a long time but never remembered that there was a high-ranking official named Hong when the Ming Dynasty was founded.
If you can't think of it, just forget about it.
The old man didn't want to tell him directly, so there was no need for him to ask any more questions.
In this way, Zhu Jin and the old man would have meals and drinks together every now and then.
Zhu Jin understood that when people get older, they like to chat with their juniors the most.
In his previous life, he was a filial son, and the old man helped him solve the household registration problem, so he naturally treated the old man as a relative.
Just like this, two years later, the relationship between the two became deeper and deeper. To outsiders, they seemed to be grandparents.
"Dong dong dong!"
The familiar knock on the door interrupted Zhu Jin's thoughts.
Zhu Jin quickly got up and opened the door. He knew that Lao Hongtou was coming.
"Old man, are you here?"
Zhu Jin greeted him as usual.
However, he did not get the same reply as before.
I saw that the old man today was no longer as domineering as before, nor was he as energetic as before.
Even when he walked, he no longer took long strides, but stumbled.
Zhu Jin quickly helped Lao Hongtou, who seemed to have lost his soul, for fear that he might knock him somewhere.
For an old man of this age, a fall would be fatal.
But the old man refused Zhu Jin's help.
Due to his status, he was destined not to be supported by anyone.
He is a tiger.
He is a real dragon.
He cannot be supported.
He absolutely cannot fail.
Because if he falls, the world will be in chaos!
Stubbornly, I walked to the stone table. As soon as I sat down, I took out a huge wine bottle from my waist and poured it into my mouth.
Zhu Jin was frightened.
On weekdays, even if this old man drinks alcohol, it is only for a small drink.
Occasionally he would drink too much, but when his eyes stopped him, the old man would give up in frustration.
But today was uncharacteristically different.
Drink like life.
Moreover, he smelled of alcohol, and it was obvious that he had drunk a lot before coming here.
Zhu Jin immediately snatched the old man's wine bottle, his brows twisted into a knot!
"Old man, you don't want to die?!"
