Great Emperor's Grandson of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 35 035 A bowl of rice stumps the heroic man
Zhu Congxin was silent.

He suddenly remembered himself in his previous life.

At that time, although he was not necessarily as humble as Arima Kazu, he was indeed a person living at the bottom of society.

To put it bluntly, he is actually the kind of invisible person who will never be remembered by many people even if he dies suddenly.

But he is not brave enough!

He doesn't have horses and the courage to seize every opportunity even if he has nothing.

Nor does he have the kind of willingness to give up his dignity for a better life.

He doesn't even have the courage to pursue the girl he likes.

Just because I am not good enough or rich enough.

This is actually a very funny thing!
Because before others had time to label him, he had actually placed himself in an absolutely disadvantageous position.

It's like you are selling something.

Before anyone else had a chance to bid, you revealed your own past.

And this "old bottom" may not be your true value.

Yes!
Maybe you really are not a "valuable thing"!
But who told you that only “expensive things” can sell for high prices?
Isn’t it only ten yuan a bucket for instant noodles at the airport?
Value is something that depends on time and place!

Just like Ma He now!

If Zhu Congxin had not been imprisoned here, his value would be equivalent to a roll of toilet paper in the supermarket.

Even if you want to buy it, you will be picked and picked by others.

but now!

He has become an indispensable help to Zhu Congxin!

And in the years to come, he may be known by more dignitaries! !
Including Zhu Yunwen!
Including Zhu Biao!

Even the emperor!
So many times, value is not given by others, but found by oneself.

Even if you have failed a hundred times!

But as long as you succeed once, you will no longer be that ant that everyone can trample on!
"I'll try not to disappoint you."

Thinking of this, Zhu Congxin smiled happily again and stretched out her delicate palm towards Ma He.

Although Ma He didn't understand what this meant, he followed his example and stretched out his hands.

Next, the master and servant looked at each other and smiled, stood up again, and worked together to start the second round of cleaning up.

And this tidying up took a full two hours.

By the time everything was settled, a ray of slanting light had already shone on their short and simple yard from the distant rooftop.

Needless to say, Zhu Congxin.

Although he didn't help much, he was still very tired from moving around like this.

Ma He, on the other hand, turned red in the face and slumped down on a bench they had just set up.

But he didn't rest long.

"Calculating the time, dinner should be ready soon. Young master, please rest in the yard for a while, and I will go get your meal."

After a little relief, he put on his eunuch robe again, bid farewell to Zhu Congxin, and walked towards the cold palace.

When he came back again, he already had a lunch box with three layers of grids in his hand.

"Little master, this is tonight's dinner. The taste is definitely not as good as the one in the imperial dining room. You can just make do with it for a few days!"

After opening the lid, a bowl of rice, a stack of vegetables, and a stack of bean paste appeared in front of Zhu Congxin.Seeing the guilty and anxious look on Ma He's face, Zhu Congxin naturally knew what he was worried about.

But who is Zhu Congxin?
How can a person who can eat a bowl of rice with a piece of fermented bean curd be a picky eater?
"Looks good?"

"Is this doubanjiang made by Leng Gong Kitchen?"

"It doesn't seem to be any worse than the imperial dining room."

He picked up the chopsticks with a smile, dipped some bean paste in it, then picked up a piece of green vegetables and put it into his mouth.

But just as he swallowed it, he suddenly noticed the horse and the rolling throat out of the corner of his eye.

It was obvious that although Ma He made a trip, he did not get his own food in the back kitchen of Leng Gong.

In other words, this meal is actually the meal prepared by the cold palace's chef for the two masters and servants.

But no matter what, this is really difficult for Zhu Congxin to accept.

[So this is life in the cold palace?Any nanny can bully us? 】

He couldn't help but feel secretly annoyed.

On the other side, Ma Hequ didn't seem to notice Zhu Congxin's gaze, and he still replied with a smile on his face: "Back to my little master! This thing was indeed made by the pyrotechnic mother in the kitchen of the cold palace! The natto in their hometown doesn’t even have an imperial kitchen!”

But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a strange cry, which directly exposed his true state.

"Half for each person! Starting tomorrow, we won't eat in the back kitchen!"

Zhu Congxin poured out a large bowl of rice with an unquestionable expression and served it in front of Ma He.

Ma He originally wanted to refuse, but the hunger in his belly finally defeated his reason for a short time.

[Your Highness is still young and should not be able to eat so much]

While comforting himself, he quickly picked up the bowl and started eating in big mouthfuls.

However, while eating and drinking, he did not forget to ask Zhu Congxin about his next plan: "Little master, what did you mean when you said you wouldn't go to the kitchen to eat? Is there any way you can get food elsewhere?"

"I definitely can't get out. But you can."

Zhu Congxin took out a gold medal directly from his arms and slapped it on the table.

That was the Ouchi gold medal awarded to him by Zhu Yuanzhang.

Although it is no longer suitable for his own use, there is no problem at all if he lends it to Ma He.

Anyway, there are not a few people in the palace who have such gold medals. As long as Ma He does not report Zhu Congxin's name, Zhu Yuanzhang will not remember that he left such a big bug for Zhu Congxin.

"You mean, let me go to the imperial kitchen to get food?"

The moment he saw the gold medal, Ma He was immediately surprised.

He never imagined that his master would actually hold such a row of trump cards in his hand.

In a daze, he seemed to feel that the white rice in the bowl was getting sweeter and sweeter.

"You can't go to the imperial dining room."

"Otherwise, Grandpa Huang will definitely remember the existence of this gold medal."

However, after hearing this, Zhu Congxin shook his head decisively: "You have to find my Fourteenth Emperor's uncle and cousin Yunwen. See if they can help us solve the food problem."

"As for the money, if they give it to you, that's the best. If not, go to Hongwu Street and find a man named Jacob."

"That man owes me a lot of money!"

"If he dares not to pay it back, I will make him regret being born in this world!"

(End of this chapter)