Ming Dynasty: The ghost betrays the Confucian sage, my son Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 2: Zhu Yuanzhang became numb when the tiger whip drank wine
After the exercise, Fourth Master Zhu picked up the bucket next to him and poured it down from the beginning.

There was a crash, which was called transparency.

He went back home and changed into Confucian clothes. Although his hair was as white as frost, he looked very energetic and gave people a faint sense of oppression.

Having traveled through time for more than 20 years, he was very ambitious at first. He thought that even though he traveled back in time to an old man, he had a golden finger, so why not do something big?
But reality gave him a loud slap in the face. It was the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and there was famine everywhere. He almost starved to death.

He also thought about following the heroes of the late Yuan Dynasty to fight for hegemony, but if he went to the battlefield as a skinny old man, wouldn't that mean he would die?

So, he chose to go into the mountains and concentrate on training. In the mountains, at least he would not starve to death.

Little did he know that there had been no breakthrough in this practice for more than twenty years.

It wasn't until he heard that Zhu Yuanzhang had established the Ming Dynasty and the world was at peace that he came out of the mountains and came all the way to the capital.

After more than 20 years of physical training, although there was no breakthrough, he had learned a set of sword skills and wanted to come to the capital to make a name for himself.

After traveling through time, you can’t always hide in the mountains.

bang bang... bang bang...

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Is this Mr. Zhu's home?" came a voice.

"The door is not closed, come in." He shouted.

The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man walked in, tall and tall, with an extraordinary bearing.

"Who are you?" Master Zhu raised his eyes and asked.

"What a coincidence, our surname is also Zhu, and we are your new neighbor, Zhu Balang." The middle-aged man spread his hands, "Why don't you come to visit your neighbor? I heard that your surname is Zhu, so we are still the same family."

As he spoke, he also raised a bottle of wine and a package of soy beef in his hand.

Fourth Master Zhu looked at Zhu Balang with an inexplicable sense of familiarity and waved his hand: "Just in time, I'm hungry too."

The two looked at each other and laughed, as if they had known each other for a long time.

……

Men, after three glasses of wine, they become familiar with each other.

While chewing the beef, Fourth Master Zhu asked, "Balang, where did you move here from?"

"My hometown is Fengyang."

Zhu Balang took a sip of wine, his face slightly red, "I used to be a minor official in Fengyang, but now I have been transferred to the capital."

"I've been promoted, that's good." Fourth Master Zhu raised his wine glass and drank a glass of wine before saying, "Speaking of which, we are destined. I might be from Fengyang too."

Zhu Balang's eyes flashed with surprise and confusion: "What does it mean to be possible?"

Fourth Master Zhu was a little dizzy after drinking. He patted Zhu Balang on the shoulder and said, "You don't believe it, but more than 20 years ago, I crawled out of the grave. I don't know which unfilial son gave me to him." Buried alive.”

Bang!

Zhu Balang's wine glass fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, but his face showed surprise, joy and doubt.

After calming down, he sat up and smiled awkwardly: "Fourth Master, what you said is so unbelievable that it scared us all. Then don't you remember which Fengyang family you are from?"

"I don't remember at all."

Fourth Master Zhu drank another glass of wine and frowned, "After all these years, I still can't remember it at all. Forget it, I guess my relationship with my relatives at home has ended. Otherwise, how could they use a piece of tattered reed mat to give me away?" Buried alive?"

Zhu Balang tried hard to control himself, but his hands were shaking slightly.

It's our dad!
Our dad is still alive.

……

The middle-aged man is naturally the Ming Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang.

He almost knelt down and called daddy, but he still controlled his emotions.

"Fourth Master, we know many people in Fengyang. I can help you find out." Zhu Yuanzhang asked, "Do you still remember where your grave is?"

"How did I know?" Fourth Master Zhu spread his hands, "When I got up from the cemetery, I encountered a Yuan army, saying that they wanted to chop off my head as a rebel to collect the reward. I was so scared that I ran away. I don't know. Where did I go? Hey, I wandered for a while and finally entered the mountains." He roughly talked about his experiences of more than 20 years, but of course he didn't say that he had a magical book.

He just said that he had been hiding in the mountains for more than twenty years, making a living by cooking, hunting and eating wild fruits. It was not until he heard that it was the Ming Dynasty that he came out of the mountains and came to the capital.

After Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he felt sad for a while, with tears in his eyes and his voice choked up: "Fourth Master, you have suffered."

Fourth Master Zhu has never had such a free chat with anyone in so many years. The more he looked at Zhu Balang in front of him, the more he liked him: "Balang, it's all over, and I don't feel any pain at all."

He continued to pour wine and found that there was no more wine.

"Fourth Master, wait, let's go buy it now." Zhu Yuanzhang stood up.

"Sit down." Fourth Master Zhu put his hand on his shoulder and sat him down directly.

Zhu Yuanzhang was secretly shocked.

Is this strength what an old man should have?

He himself had learned martial arts over the years of fighting in the north and south, but he had just been pinned down and couldn't move.

"Wait, I'm going to take out my treasured wine." Fourth Master Zhu stood up.

He entered the room, quickly came over with a jar of wine, and poured a bowl for Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang smelled the aroma of the wine and praised: "Good wine."

Two people, you have one cup and I have one cup, and continue drinking.

……

"Fourth Master, your wine is so strong that we are all feeling hot." Zhu Yuanzhang said.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Fourth Master Zhu looked proud and pointed at the wine jar: "Then you have to see what's in my wine."

Zhu Yuanzhang was curious. He lowered his head and looked into the wine jar and saw a thick thing.

"What is this?" he wondered.

"Tiger whip!" Master Zhu blurted out.

"???" Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned, "Real or fake? Where did you get it?"

"At the end of last year, I was hunting in the mountains outside the city and came across an eye-catching white-fronted spotted tiger. It attacked me, so I hammered it to death." Master Zhu said with regret on his face, "Eight Lang, if you had gone earlier For a month, you can still eat smoked tiger meat.”

After Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, he had a picture in his mind.

A strong old man with flying white hair, he can run a horse with his arms, stand up with his fists, and beat a tiger with his bare hands.

"Fourth Master, you are so brave." Zhu Yuanzhang raised his glass.

He hesitated in his heart.

The fourth master is probably not our father. Our father is just a farmer. How could he be so strong?
This old man dares to kill people in the street and can kill tigers with his bare hands. He is definitely not an ordinary person.

What’s more, tiger whip is used to make wine, and even an emperor like us has never drank it.

"Fourth Master, what will you do after you enter Beijing?" he asked, looking around the courtyard.

This courtyard is not small, and it is on the edge of the Qinhuai River. It is a prime location in the capital. To win this house, you will have to pay at least a thousand taels.

He, the emperor, now has no money to pay salaries to officials. He can only give out part of the rice and part of the money.

The original six-grade one hundred and twenty stones were reduced by ten stones, and the banknotes were all ninety.

This is the annual salary, which means that a sixth-grade official only gets ninety taels a year. He can't afford this house even if he doesn't eat or drink for ten years.

But Fourth Master Zhu was able to buy this house.

Zhu Yuanzhang rubbed his eyebrows.

Are the beggars so wealthy now? When we were begging for food, we couldn’t even get enough to eat.

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(End of this chapter)