Daming: At the beginning, recognize Zhu Yuanzhang as grandfather!

Chapter 15 Killing Intent

Outside Huang Xiongying's small courtyard.

Zhou Ji pulled away the steward, walked in front of Huang Xiongying, twitched his nose, and said with a smile:
"It smells so good, Brother Ying, did you just eat?"

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

Huang Xiongying nodded: "There are guests at home, if you have anything to say, just say it here."

"Oh--"

Zhou Ji dragged his voice out, and said in a daze, "Brother Ying, we Ming people don't slander, I heard that you don't give us wine and salt? Is there such a thing?"

"Yes."

Huang Xiongying answered very simply.

Zhou Ji was not annoyed, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "What's wrong? Do you think we didn't pay enough? Well, starting tomorrow, the commission will increase by one level!"

"No."

Huang Xiongying shook his head: "I'm leaving the capital to join the army."

Zhou Ji frowned slightly: "Okay, why are you going to join the army all of a sudden?"

Huang Xiongying replied: "I am a member of the military. Joining the army is a matter of time. It is better to go early than late."

"Ah--"

Zhou Ji chuckled lightly: "What am I supposed to do? Isn't it just a household registration? We'll help you out. Didn't we tell you that if you need anything, come to me? Zhou Ji, even if the sky falls, I can handle it for you." stand up!"

"Don't forget who our father is!"

Zhou Ji did not forget to add, and patted Huang Xiongying on the shoulder.

That's a smart way to say it.

Firstly, he told Huang Xiongying that he could help him solve the household registration problem, and secondly, he reminded Huang Xiongying that Zhou Ji also had an awesome father, Jiang Xia Hou Zhou Dexing.

It can be said to be kind and powerful.

At least Zhou Ji himself thinks so, such speech skills are only used as idlers in the palace, which is really overkill.

Unexpectedly, Huang Xiongying said resolutely: "No need, I've made up my mind."

Zhou Ji, a short-lived ghost, was about to die soon, and he was buried with his father, Huang Xiongying didn't want to be involved.

"Oh?"

Zhou Ji pursed his lips, nodded slightly and said, "That's fine. We heard that General Lan is going to go to war again. We can introduce you to his school. You will be promising in the future. Don't forget us."

Zhou Ji still admires Huang Xiongying very much. He can make such a powerful thing at a young age, even if he is in the army, he has a lot to do.

But you should know...

These are all debts of favor sold by Zhou Ji, and they must be repaid.

Unexpectedly, Huang Xiongying still shook his head and refused: "Don't bother Mr. Zhou, I can handle it myself."

A surge of anger rose in Zhou Ji's heart, but he suppressed it, the corners of his mouth slightly tugged, and he said with a smile:
"It's fine, my brother Ying has grown up, and his wings have hardened, but..."

Zhou Ji touched his chin, changed the subject, and said, "Before you leave the capital, can you give us the recipes for making wine and salt...? We won't treat you badly."

"No."

Without even thinking about it, Huang Xiongying directly refused.

"Ok?"

Zhou Ji's eyes narrowed sharply, staring at Huang Xiongying: "We call you brother Ying because we really admire you. Yes, you do have some talents, but you can't compete with the sky!"

"Do you understand what I mean? I, Zhou Ji, am your God!"

Huang Xiongying remained calm.

Now that he has decided to tear his face apart, there is nothing to worry about.

Facing Zhou Ji's pressing gaze, Huang Xiongying suddenly smiled and said, "Will you return to heaven? I think you are ready to go to heaven!"

"you……"

Zhou Ji's face darkened instantly, and even began to distort a little.

He didn't expect that Huang Xiongying could turn over his face faster than turning over a book.

"You don't have to drink for toast! Very good!"

Zhou Ji clenched his fists loudly, and approached Huang Xiongying with a big face that had already started to distort: ​​"Today, I, Zhou Ji, will put the words here, we are going to decide on the recipes for making wine and salt. does not work!"

Huang Xiongying took a step back and said:
"You fucking don't put your face so close, you're so ugly..."

The words are not over yet.

Snapped!
There was a sudden muffled sound, and the ugly and big face leaning over was instantly away from Huang Xiongying's sight.

Immediately afterwards, there was a scream like killing a pig.

Huang Xiongying was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head slightly.

Behind him, the old man came here at some point, holding a wooden stick as thick as an arm in his hand, and blood was still flowing down from the wooden stick...

The sudden stick stunned everyone present.

Even Huang Xiongying didn't expect that the old man would be so violent, he would explode without warning, and he would just hit Zhou Ji's head with a stick.

Bleeding!
Zhou Ji screamed, and the drops fell to the ground. Obviously, he was directly blinded by the blow. He covered his bleeding head and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang in disbelief.

"Old man, you fucking dare to hit me?!"

With that said, Zhou Ji struggled to get up and rushed towards Zhu Yuanzhang.

Snapped!
Another muffled sound.

Under the inconceivable gazes of several people, Zhou Ji let out another scream, and flew out backwards, with dark red blood gurgling from his forehead, flowing down his completely distorted face.

"We hit you!"

Zhu Yuanzhang said indifferently, holding a wooden stick, but it seemed to be holding a precious knife, and his eyes were terribly gloomy, like a tiger that could eat people at any time.

Although the hair was already grey, the look of contempt made people feel inexplicable palpitations.

To put it bluntly, at this moment, the old man almost has the kind of "killing intent" described in martial arts novels.

damn thing!
Is our eldest grandson someone like you who can get involved?

The more Zhu Yuanzhang thought about it, the angrier he became, he took the stick, and hit it down hard again.

"Ah - shit!"

Zhou Ji struggled to avoid, and finally got up.

however……

The human head has been turned into a dog's head.

The middle-aged steward that Zhou Ji brought was already frightened.

Isn't this old man crazy?

Silently, he picked up the stick and hit it on the head.

It was still Jiang Xiahou's precious son!

Before Zhou Ji came, he never expected that such a situation would happen. Someone would dare to beat him, Jiang Xiahou's precious son, and he was still an old man, so he only brought a middle-aged manager with him.

"Old man, you are courting death!"

Zhou Ji was about to go crazy, his blood-stained face looked extremely ferocious, and he stared at Zhu Yuanzhang viciously.

The middle-aged steward came up and said in a low voice: "My lord, a good guy doesn't suffer from immediate losses, why don't we go back first, and deal with them later!"

Zhou Ji was dizzy from being hit, but he still realized that if he didn't leave, he would be smashed to death by this crazy old man.

"A crazy old man, a silly boy, just wait, if I don't peel your skin, I won't be named Zhou!"

Zhou Ji gritted his teeth and said harsh words.

But at this moment, he didn't realize at all that the eyes of the crazy old man he was talking about were already full of murderous intent.

"let's go!"

Zhou Ji gave Zhu Yuanzhang and Huang Xiongying a hard look, and with the support of the middle-aged steward, he left Huang Xiongying's house.

After beating Zhou Ji, Huang Xiongying was very calm and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with a smile:
"Okay, old man, I can't see that your skills are not bad."

"Isn't that right?"

When Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Huang Xiongying, the killing intent on his face had dissipated, and he asked lightly, "Did they bully you like this before?"

Huang Xiongying gave a wry smile: "It's not really bullying, but his father is Zhou Dexing, so it's a little troublesome to deal with."

"Humph!"

Zhu Yuanzhang let out a cold snort, and murmured, "Jiang Xiahou, Zhou Dexing?"

Huang Xiongying nodded: "That's right, it's Mr. Hong Wu's childhood, but don't worry grandpa, grandson has his own way to solve it."

Looking at Huang Xiongying comforting himself, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

What Jiang Xiahou, what Zhou Dexing, all count as a ball.

At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang only loves his grandson.

Heartbreaking pain.

It turned out that this is how Xiongying came here during the ten years outside the palace!

Yes.

When we used to graze cattle for others, didn't we also suffer from blind eyes and bullying?

We have gone through untold hardships, climbed up from the pile of dead people, and climbed to the position of emperor, why?
In order not to let others bully!

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang's face twitched slightly.

The killing intent in my heart rises...

(End of this chapter)