Emperor game: sss difficulty I deduce everything

Holding a stalk of wheat in his hand, he was still chanting: "One grain of wheat, two grains of wheat, three grains of wheat..."

Count and count.

A small stalk of wheat.

It's just a few dozen grains of wheat.

But this time.

But Zhu Yuanzhang just felt that counting them was as if he had exhausted his whole life.

"Eighty-nine grains of wheat, ninety grains of wheat..."

I don't know how long it took.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't know how he managed to count the ears of wheat.

He just thinks.

I counted for a long time.

But how can not be counted, countless.

Chapter 333 All this is not a dream

"Ninety grains of wheat, ninety grains of wheat..."

He couldn't stop muttering to himself.

At the end.

In Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth, he just repeated this sentence.

He still hadn't finished counting.

Or.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't want to finish counting.

In other words, he dared not finish counting.

Everything in front of you.

For Zhu Yuanzhang.

It's like a dream.

Is it true that one ear of wheat has ninety grains of wheat?

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't know.

At this moment, he started to be afraid.

Afraid that after he finished counting the stalk of wheat in his hand.

Just woke up suddenly.

Then someone next to him told him that it was all just a dream.

is fake.

The things in the dream only exist in Bai Yujing, who cannot be seen or reached, but the reality is just hell.

Afraid to be afraid.

Tears came suddenly.

Zhu Yuanzhang.

No, Zhu Chongba is homesick.

Thinking of his father Zhu Wusi.

Thinking of his mother.

And the lost son Zhu Silang.

And those folks who have died tragically.

The people of the Song Dynasty who are still under the iron heels of the Mongols.

for a while.

Sadness comes from it.

Tears flowed like water breaking a bank.

In front of so many people, he actually burst into tears.

But at the moment.

But no one stole a strange look because of Zhu Yuanzhang's behavior.

Take a look at the whole scene.

Like Zhu Yuanzhang, there are those who cry directly.

There are those who are happy in appearance.

There are mixed sorrows and joys, and there are also those who run across the river.

the whole site.

It has been reduced to a scene of sorrow and joy.

I don't know how long it has been.

Until Li Ye's figure slowly appeared in front of Zhu Yuanzhang.

Only then did Zhu Yuanzhang slowly wipe off his wet face: "Your Majesty laughed."

See Zhu Yuanzhang in front of him.

At this moment, Li Ye squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the Hongwu Emperor who was famous in his previous life.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

In Li Ye's understanding.

This emperor through the ages can be as famous as Ying Zheng, Li Shimin, Liu Che and others.

But it has always been known for its decisive killing of iron and blood power.

It can be called the "killing god" among so many emperors in China for thousands of years.

But never thought about it.

It turns out that Shashen also has such an emotional and weak side.

"It's human nature, why does Master Zhu laugh at it."

There were no waves in the faint words.

After hearing Li Ye's words.

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head slowly.

His gaze stayed on Li Ye for a moment.

But he turned his head and looked in the direction of the northwest with a gloomy gaze.

"Your Majesty, do you know that our Zhu Yuanzhang was born in poverty."

Zhu Yuanzhang's tone was very flat, as if he was talking to a bosom friend.

And here.

Hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's words, Li Ye nodded slowly: "I have read your information in Jin Yiwei's files."

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't show any surprise, and nodded self-consciously: "Our life has been miserable...Dad and mother died early, remember, when they died, the family couldn't even get a decent coffin... Father and mother's feet are still exposed."

"My second brother and I went to ask Mr. Liu for a place to live for our parents...but he didn't agree..."

When saying these words.

The expression on Zhu Yuanzhang's face was neither sad nor happy.

However, Li Ye could clearly see a deep sadness in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes.

He didn't speak, just quietly being a listener.

And Zhu Yuanzhang was just like that, speaking in detail sentence by sentence.

Looking at Li Ye in front of him: "Your Majesty, do you know that our family has a total of ten acres of land, how much grain can it produce every year?"

was talking.

Zhu Yuanzhang slowly raised two fingers: "Twenty stones!"

"But do you know how much rent our family has to pay every year? Forty shi!"

"Haha, the Mongols have three taxes and one tax, but our family obviously only has ten acres of land, and the idiot Liu Yuanwai and the Mongolian Tatars insist that our family has sixty acres of land."

"Forty shi, our family works day and night without eating or drinking, and we can't gather so much food in a year..."

"After the death of my parents, the only thing left in our family is these thirteen grains of wheat..."

Zhu Yuanzhang was silent.

Carefully, he slowly took out a small bag from his pocket.

And in the bag.

Thirteen grains of wheat were lying quietly.

Zhu Yuanzhang squeezed them tightly.

As if it was some priceless treasure.

then.

Looking straight at Li Ye in front of him: "But Your Majesty, are you telling us now that there are ninety grains of wheat on one ear of wheat!?"

"You said, how can there be such food in this world!?"

"How can there be such food!?"