In the 15th year of Hongwu, Zhu Xiong, the emperor's grandson, died at the age of eight and was buried in the tomb of Yingtian Zhongshan Mountain.
That night, the wind and rain raged, and the body of the emperor's grandson mysteriously disappeared. The current emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang, was furious. He killed more than 2,000 eunuchs and imperial guards, and ordered the entire city to search for the body of the emperor's grandson!
Nothing.
This matter was carved out from the history books and buried in the vast history books.
……
In the blink of an eye, nine years later, it was the twenty-fourth year of Hongwu.
In a small courtyard by the Qinhuai River.
Zhu Huai brought a few dishes from the kitchen and a small pot of wine. He set them up in front of the stone table and waited for Old Yellow Head to arrive.
He wasn't a person of this world. Nine years ago, he had transmigrated to Great Ming and climbed out of the coffin. After that, he had been wandering in Yingtian Prefecture.
All these years, he had followed a wild Daoist priest and wandered around the Ying Tian Prefecture.
When he first transmigrated, he thought that with his thousand-year-old wisdom, he would be able to show off his skills in Southern Zhili.
However, he belatedly realized that television and novels were all lies.
After transmigrating, he was not even qualified to farm, let alone do business!
Because he did not have the Fish Scale Yellow Book and did not have a household register, he could only be considered a refugee!
After Old Zhu became the ruler of the world, he divided the social classes seriously. The classes of scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen were clearly distinguished.
His identity as a refugee was even lower than that of a businessman, not to mention doing business, farming, or relying on his foresight to offer advice to the government.
This was all nonsense!
Before they even reached the Ming government, they would be chased far away by the petty officials!
This was really a feudal society that ate people!
Either you become someone above others, or you will be stepped on forever.
The worst thing happened last year. The wild Taoist priest who had brought him on a wandering journey had died.
The people from the Dao Records Department had also stripped him of his Daoist identity. Because he did not have a household register, the Dao Records Department even wanted to chase him out of South Zhili.
It was only last year that the check-in system came.
The most annoying thing was that the sign-in system could only be activated after one had stayed in Nan Zhi Li for a full year!
Therefore, he could not leave South Zhili at all.
However, there was always a way out. There was an old man called Old Huang who had been mumbling about how similar he looked after seeing him last year.
After that, he arranged for him to be registered as a farmer and bought himself a house by the Qinhuai River.
As for who this yellow-haired old man was, Zhu Huai had also asked him about it. The yellow-haired old man had told him mysteriously that he was an official in a yamen in the Ying Tian Prefecture.
Zhu Huai naturally believed him. Otherwise, it was impossible for Old Yellow Head to settle a household register so easily!
In the past year, the yellow-haired old man had come to visit him every three to five days. From time to time, he would bring some good wine and dishes over to chat with him.
When one was old, they liked to chat with the younger generation. Zhu Huai was a filial son in his previous life, so he treated the old yellow-haired man like a family member.
As a result, the relationship between the two of them gradually deepened in this year.
Dong dong dong!
Someone knocked on the door.
Zhu Huai knew that Old Yellow Head was here and quickly went to open the door.
Old Huang was in his early sixties, but he was still energetic. His eyes were especially hale and hearty, and he looked as resolute as a sleeping tiger.
"Old Master, you're here?"
Zhu Huai greeted as usual.
However, the yellow-headed man seemed to be in a very heavy mood today. He walked to the stone table in the courtyard, picked up the wine, and gulped it down.
Zhu Huai was terrified.
What if something happened to her body when she drank like this at her age?
"Old Master, are you crazy? Why did you drink so much? Put it down!"
The yellow-haired old man stared at Zhu Huai in a daze. Gradually, his hale and hearty eyes began to turn red, and drops of crystal clear tears flowed out of his eyes.
Zhu Huai panicked.
"Old Master, what's wrong? What happened?"
"Did someone bully you?"
Zhu Huai's eyes gradually turned cold.
In a few days, the check-in system would be activated.
Over the past year, Old Yellow had treated him like his closest kin. If anyone bullied him, Zhu Huai would make them regret it until they died!
"Our son is gone, our son is gone!”
Tears kept flowing out of the old man's eyes.
"The son we raised for decades left just like that, leaving behind an old man. What should we do? What should we do?”
The yellow-haired old man suddenly burst into tears. He was as sad and helpless as a child.
No one had ever seen him shed a tear. Even at the funeral yesterday, he was still stubborn and neither sad nor happy!
Because he was the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, Emperor Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang, and the father of all the subjects!
But even so, he still could not stop his most beloved son from dying of illness!
Yesterday, Emperor Hongwu's most qualified and legitimate heir, Crown Prince Yiwen of Ming Dynasty, Zhu Biao, died.
A pair of strong hands slowly pressed on Zhu Yuanzhang's shoulders.
Zhu Huai wanted to say something, but in the end, he could only squeeze Zhu Yuanzhang's shoulder." My condolences."”
The feeling of a white-haired man sending off a black-haired man was not good. Zhu Huai did not know how to comfort the yellow-haired man.
"Our lives are bitter! Life is hard!"
Zhu Yuanzhang took the wine pot and drank two more mouthfuls.
"Our wife left first, and our eldest grandson left with her. Now, our son has also left.”
When Zhu Huai heard this, his heart could not help but tighten. This lonely old man, the people around him had all left. In the future, he would have no one to rely on. No wonder he would be so sad.
Zhu Huai seemed to be deciding on something. After a long while, he said firmly,"Old Yellow! Don't be sad!"
His eyes were firm and resolute as he said in a clear voice,"I'll be filial to you in the future!" Be strong! Don't be defeated!"
The yellow-haired old man didn't care and continued to drink.
"Old Yellow Head! What is this? Dead people can't be revived! Those who are alive must continue to live!" Zhu Huai said sternly," If your son finds out that you're so dejected, how much will his heart ache?”
"Who doesn't have a hurdle in their life? When I was eight years old, I crawled out of the coffin and was surrounded by soldiers! I've walked all the way down!"
"What about you? He had lived his entire life, yet he didn't even have the ability to withstand pressure?!”
Bang!
Caught off guard, the wine jug in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand fell to the ground and shattered into pieces!
The pair of tiger-like eyes stared at Zhu Huai fiercely, and the gloominess in his eyes was chilling.
" What did you say?!"
What did you just say?"
"I say, who doesn't have a hurdle in their life…" Zhu Huai said.
"Next sentence."
"When I was eight years old, I climbed out of the coffin?”
Boom!
Zhu Yuanzhang's body froze and trembled slightly.
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