Chapter 1 My Chief Foreman Zhu Yuanzhang In the seventh year of Yongle, in late summer, at the Yinma River. "Hahahaha..., it's the grassland, it's the grassland, Your Highness, we are home, we are home!" The Lushun River passes through the Tatar border and slowly flows into the territory of Nurgandusi. The clear river water, beautiful wild flowers and wavy green grass refreshed the tired group of people. Someone shouted "Charge!" and everyone screamed in excitement, threw their fur coats and packages around them, and ran towards the Lushuang River. A young man, who was carried on the back of a burly guard, looked at the guards who were playing happily in the water, with a happy smile on his face. "After more than two years of traveling and going through a lot of hardships, I finally got home today." In the second year of Jianwen, Zhu Zhanjun came into this world and became the grandson of Emperor Yongle and the non-existent second son of the future Emperor Renzong Zhu Gaochi. His biological mother was still Zhang. After finding out his identity, Zhu Zhanjun secretly felt regretful that he was reincarnated a year late.
Yes, he wanted to be emperor. From the moment he figured out his identity, he was determined to become emperor. In order not to delay the success of his father's rebellion, Zhu Zhanjun did not do anything tricky. He just followed Empress Xu every day, playing, sleeping, and drinking milk. History repeated itself once again. The old man made great progress and became the first successful rebellion by a vassal king in a unified dynasty in history. The old man had already completed the first step towards becoming emperor, so Zhu Zhanjun began to plan for the second step. You can't become emperor by flattering others. If you want to replace Zhu Zhanji, you must have an outstanding performance. The old man will never change you. Good Saint Grandson, your power is extraordinary. But so what if he is called the Holy Grandson? Zhu Zhanjun has the confidence and courage to overpower these three words. The source of his confidence and strength comes from the software Golden Finger, which is essential for time travelers. However, unlike other people who could open it directly, Zhu Zhanjun needed to sacrifice six items before he could open it. These six things are: rice, wheat, sweet potatoes, corn, potatoes, and fresh meat. Rice, wheat and fresh meat were easy to deal with, but sweet potatoes, corn and potatoes gave Zhu Zhanjun a headache. It was still the Yongle period and the American continent had not yet been discovered. Where could he find these three things? Perhaps knowing the difficulty, the golden finger gave him a guiding target, and Zhu Zhanjun determined the starting time. Once the search begins, if Zhu Zhanjun can arrive within a year, he will get the corresponding three items, and there will be other items as well. The golden finger did not indicate what the consequences would be if he did not go to look for it, but Zhu Zhanjun had a hunch that if he did not go or the time limit was exceeded, the golden finger would be closed forever. On the day when Empress Xu fell ill in the fifth year of Yongle, it was confirmed that Empress Xu was not in danger of life but had suffered a stroke and hemiplegia. In order to realize his ambition, Zhu Zhanjun left a letter and took dozens of guards he had won over the years and left the palace during the chaos. After nearly a year of running, Zhu Zhanjun and his men finally reached the target area, which was on one side of the Bering Strait, when their mental and physical strength were almost reaching their limits. As soon as we arrived at the place that day, we found a stranded old ship with baskets of potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, and other seeds in it. At that time, Zhu Zhanjun complained a little. He could obviously give it to him directly, so why did he have to come and find it? "You should go wash up too. I'll rest here for a while. We are the heroes who saved the lives of thousands of Ming people and their descendants. We must return to Ming in high spirits."
"Yes, Your Highness." The little tiger who was protecting Zhu Zhanjun saw that there was no danger around, so he responded and rushed towards his companions in the river with a strange cry. Sitting on the soft grass, Zhu Zhanjun slowly lay down, stretching his body out like a big character. Basking in the late summer sun and feeling the breeze scented with grass, Zhu Zhanjun looked at an eagle soaring in the sky and a buzzing sounded in his head. "Om..." Zhu Zhanjun gradually became dazed, his soul left his body and slowly floated up to the sky. The white clouds are getting closer and closer, and the eagle is right in front of us. Zhu Zhanjun waved to the eagle flying by, and the light and shadow in front of his eyes twisted rapidly. When my vision returned, I saw a thatched hut. There was nothing special about the hut, just covered with weeds and with wooden boards underneath. Turning around, a vast field appeared before his eyes. Zhu Zhanjun estimated that it was about a thousand acres in size. Looking sideways behind the hut, there was a grassland of the same size with a large pond in the middle. The surface of the pond was shimmering slightly under the sun. Just as Zhu Zhanjun was looking around, the door of the thatched hut was suddenly opened. A man in short cloth clothes walked out puzzledly and saw Zhu Zhanjun at a glance. "Little guy, are you my landlord? Good boy, you are very courageous. Do you know who I am? How dare you let me work as your farmhand?" Hearing the voice, Zhu Zhanjun turned around and saw the man clearly, and was stunned. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and pointed at the person in front of him with trembling hands. “You…you…” "Snapped!" The middle-aged man who was pointed at had a cold expression on his face and raised his hand to slap away Zhu Zhanjun's hand that was pointing at him. Zhu Zhanjun woke up instantly, looked around angrily, and cursed: "You are a psychopath in this broken space, if you need a farmhand, just find one. If you can't get a human, you can get a robot. But damn, how did you get my great grandfather here? Come out and tell me what's going on. Are you trying to stir up trouble? " Just imagine which boss can tolerate his workers looking like his father or grandfather! "Great grandpa?" The middle-aged man frowned when he heard Zhu Zhanjun's curse. He walked forward, grabbed Zhu Zhanjun by the collar, and pulled him in front of him. "Little boy, tell me who your great-grandfather is. Also, whose family are you from? When I look at you, do you look familiar?" "Fuck, this can't be true!" Feeling the domineering aura that only appeared when facing his own grandfather, Zhu Zhanjun swallowed secretly. "Snapped!"
A slap landed on Zhu Zhanjun's forehead. The middle-aged man's face turned serious, "Speak properly." Zhu Zhanjun rubbed his forehead speechlessly and muttered, "Just now you said I was the landlord and you were a farmhand. How could a farmhand dare to hit a landlord these days?" "Snapped!" The middle-aged man slapped him again and glared at him, saying, "We are hitting you heartless landlords. If you weren't so evil, would our father, mother, and brothers have starved to death? Do we have to go through wind and rain and risk our lives to rebel?" "we……" Half an hour later, the two were sitting in the field. The middle-aged man touched his chin, looked at Zhu Zhanjun and said suddenly: "According to our discussion, my soul should not go to the underworld after I died, but was sucked into this damn space." He glanced at Zhu Zhanjun who nodded repeatedly, and snorted coldly: "I have become your long-term worker." As he said this, he slapped Zhu Zhanjun on the back again. "This is really weird. What a shitty world this is. I've been an emperor for half my life, but now I'm dead and have to work as a farmhand again." "It seems that it is not enough for us men to build an empire for you guys, you guys are not letting us go even after we die, and you want us to continue to work like slaves for you." Zhu Zhanjun smiled awkwardly. After communication, he has confirmed it. The middle-aged man in front of him, who keeps talking and hitting people, is the long-term worker found for him by this space. The main task is to be responsible for farming and raising various creatures. To put it bluntly, it was just like the common people who sold themselves to the landlords in real life. It was just that the contract he signed was stricter, so he couldn't rebel even if he wanted to. The other party's identity was none other than the Hongwu Emperor who had passed away more than ten years ago. Thinking of the Emperor Taizu's violent temper and the current situation in the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Zhanjun felt a little excited. Zhu Zhanjun was looking forward to it. If the Emperor Taizu knew that his fourth son had driven away his designated successor and became the first vassal king in the history of a unified dynasty to successfully rebel, would he feel a little proud? Wow, it’s exciting just to think about it. There will be a lot of fun in the future. The recommendation is a new book that will surely be popular this year. Bosses, please try this new work by a great writer!
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