Daming: You are really my eldest son

Chapter 1 Ma, can we forget about being an official in the future?
Standing outside the hut, Zhu Ji looked straight at him. He didn’t see the Qinhuai River leaning against the red and emerald greenery, nor did he see the splendor of the Forbidden City, but he also didn’t see the high-rise buildings at Xinjiekou, nor the bustling traffic at Jiqing Gate.

Only in this way can Zhu Ji truly feel that he has really time-traveled in this place where strangers are kept away.

Behind Zhu Ji there are two tombs facing each other, one has just been filled with new soil, and the other is fluttering with the wind.

The two tombs buried the parents of this life three years ago and half a month ago respectively, and the extremely compact shack not far from the tombs buried Zhu Ji's time since he traveled.

Zhu Ji had only changed his name half a month ago. Before that, he was called Zhu Shishi.

This family is from Haozhou, like the current emperor Zhu Yuanzhang. In the early years of Hongwu, he moved from Haozhou to Jiangning County with the convenience of the national surname. Unexpectedly, the old man died as soon as he got a household card in the county.

Zhu Ji, who had just traveled through time, happened to be in time for Shouxiao, and had just taken off his clothes a few days ago, unexpectedly his old mother fell ill and died.

Looking back on his memories these years, Zhu Ji did not have much resistance to mourning and keeping filial piety.

Born in the Hongwu period, an ordinary commoner, except that the surname from Fengyang is a bit special, what do you think you can do?What else do you dare to do?
In the next 20 years, Master Guo Rui used four AOE damages to prove how sharp his old Zhu's knives really are.

Therefore, Zhu Ji prepared to lie down completely.

Now, the only thing that can attract him a little extra ambition is the system that can only be turned on at the age of 20, and his own life experience that suddenly became bizarre.

System, understand, after all, it is necessary for traversers.

Only this bizarre life experience made Zhu Ji really smile bitterly.

The old lady at home did not tell him until she felt that her life was not long, that she was picked up after being abandoned by a group of red scarf soldiers in November 13.

At that time, I was wrapped in a brocade quilt, with a lock on my neck.

Firstly, the father was greedy for money, and secondly, he had no heirs for a long time, so he secretly hugged himself back.

Time has passed, and the old name lock has long been used by the old man for silver coins, leaving only his own birthday, the word "ji" and the silk brocade quilt.

If the original name lock is still there, Zhu Ji really wants to go to Haozhou for an unannounced visit.

After all, a thing with complicated craftsmanship like a name lock is not something that ordinary people are capable of making.

However, there is only an unknown birthday and a period of beauty left. Thinking about it, there is still no need to search for it with all my strength.

Everything is just as it happens.

"Boy Eleven, I'm here to see you, and I'm sorry by the way."

A hearty voice not far away pulled back Zhu Ji's thoughts. Zhu Ji stood at the same spot, tucking up his slightly messy raw linen clothes, and waited for someone to come close, knelt down and bowed his head before getting up to say hello:

"Old horse, why are you here?"

Lao Ma is a tall and straight man with a round face. He met Zhu Ji by mistake when he was hunting a year ago.

Probably because Zhu Ji's Haozhou dialect evoked his village party plot, Lao Ma chatted with Zhu Ji a few more words, and gradually, he was attracted by Zhu Jiyuan's relaxation and open-mindedness beyond his age, and began to love this The little fellow became interested.

Therefore, in the past year or so, although Lao Zhu himself has only chatted with Zhu Ji five or six times, every month he sends someone to send some firewood, rice, oil and salt, which has improved the struggling Zhu Ji's life quite a bit.

The old horse walked to the grave familiarly and stood there burning a few pieces of paper money. After exchanging a few pleasantries, he said with regret on his face:
"According to the days you have already retired, I thought I could recommend you for an official position. Who would have thought that you would have to be filial just after you got discharged. After all, your parents gave birth to us, so you should be filial, but you can't force it." pulled you out."

At the beginning of the year, the emperor issued an edict to suspend the imperial examinations, and the only way to become an official was through recommendation.

Thinking about it, Lao Ma also felt that although Zhu Ji didn't seem to have read much, he still had some abilities after all.

The arrival of the old horse made Zhu Ji very happy, but when the word of recommending him to be an official came out, Zhu Ji's face turned half blue.

"Old Ma, can we not mention the matter of being an official in the future? Now that the old emperor is so kind to our people, he divides the land into a few acres. After a few years, the wife and children will be hot on the kang. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to live with your head?"

Some unmotivated refusal immediately annoyed the old horse, mixed with spittle and scolding, it was quite like an old man scolding his son.

"You can't support the wall with mud, our family saw that you have some skills, so we kindly recommended you to be an official, your appearance is rare in our family.

It's not that you are asked to go into battle to kill the enemy. When will my Da Ming's official become a living with his head in his hands?

If you don't say that you are ugly today, don't blame us for dragging you to the Jiangning county government to punish you for the crime of speaking rudely. "

Facing the splashing saliva, Zhu Ji licked his face and smiled.

He knew that what the old horse said later were all angry words.

When the two met for the first time, they had a conflict because of the issue of being an official. At that time, Zhu Ji was really terrified when he saw the old horse looking like he was going to kill someone.

It wasn't until the old horse laughed heartily when he saw his terrified expression that Zhu Ji knew that this guy was really a knife-mouthed tofu heart.

Seeing that the old horse's mouth was dry, Zhu Ji found a clean porcelain bowl from the shack, poured a bowl of white water and handed it to the old horse.The strange guard seemed to be a little wary, and was about to take the porcelain bowl for the old horse, but was stopped by the old horse.

"What are you afraid of? This kid is just a little slick, and he has no bad intentions. Besides, he treats himself very well. This water may be cleaner than what we drink."

He gave Zhu Ji an annoyed look, and the old horse took the porcelain bowl and drank it down in one gulp.

Wiping his mouth casually, and handing the porcelain bowl back to Zhu Ji, his expression became a little gentler:
"Bastard boy, you are telling us something heartfelt, why don't you want to be an official of our Ming Dynasty?"

Seeing that Zhu Ji was still hesitating, the old horse turned his head and glanced at the guard who was staring at Zhu Ji with burning eyes, then waved his hand:
"You don't have to follow, go over there and wait."

On the bodyguard, the old horse showed a completely different power than just now.Seeing the young guard look at him with warning eyes, Zhu Ji backed away unwillingly, and couldn't help shaking his head:
"Tsk tsk, speaking of it, being an official is not the least bit beneficial. At least it's quite enviable to be able to manipulate people when you're alive."

Hearing this, Lao Ma almost couldn't resist giving Zhu Ji a big cake to cover his head.

"Now it's just the two of us. What we say can come out of your mouth and into my ears, and no third person will know."

Zhu Ji was still hesitating, the old horse gritted his teeth, and simply drew a big cake for Zhu Ji in advance.

"If what you said makes sense, we will simply grant your wish. After you get off your clothes next time, we will not only give you a big house, but also find you two beautiful girls as wives. Then we will send you two Ten acres of fertile land will ensure that you will have no worries about food and clothing."

Although it is true that there is no such thing as a pie in the sky.

However, Lao Ma, who is in his 40s, can do his best to seek a future for a young man who has not yet reached the championship. Zhu Ji thinks that he really can't hide it too much.

Zhu Ji coughed lightly, glanced at the invisible Qinhuai River again, and then said softly:

"Old Ma, for the sake of your selfless help this year, I risked my head to tell you the truth today.

Tell me, what kind of person is our emperor? "

Zhu Ji suddenly brought the topic up to the current emperor, which made Lao Ma a little astonished.But when he reacted, he smiled happily and commented:

"If you want to mention others, it's hard to say, but if you want to talk about superiors, we are very familiar with them. From Fengyang Mansion to Yingtian Mansion, and now to rule the world, we have all witnessed it with our own eyes."

"Let's take the top position. We have come to this position step by step from mud legs. It is not an exaggeration to say that there is a rare hero in the world."

The old horse's proud appearance made Zhu Ji laugh endlessly, and Zhu Ji's frivolous behavior made the old horse unhappy for a while. After a cold snort, he roared at Zhu Ji with a loud voice:
"What, we're not right?"

Facing the old horse's somewhat angry questioning, Zhu Ji still looked into the distance, but let out a soft sigh:
"The next words can come out of my mouth and into your ears. Heaven knows and earth knows, you know and I know."

"For us common people, the emperor is indeed a great emperor. But for you people, I don't think so."

Without waiting for the old horse to refute, Zhu Ji continued:
"You people, relying on a little bit of meritorious service, not only are you arrogant and indulgent, but you also collude with each other. It's nothing more than simple military generals, but you actually call brothers and sisters with Li Shanchang, Hu Weiyong and other civil servants."

"Old Ma, judging by your age and clothing, at least you are a fourth-rank Xuanwei general. Tell me, you civil and military brothers are called brothers, where do you take the position at the top?"

"Now that the emperor is young and strong, he can hold back a group of murderous talents who despise the law. But if one day he suddenly feels tired, do you think he will remember the old things about Zhao Kuangyin and Chen Qiao?"

"Oh, by the way, do you know what happened to Chen Qiao? If you don't know, go back and ask someone."

"At that time, if you say that I am from Huaixi, will it have something to do with you? Can you keep your head?"

"So, not only will I not become an official, but I also suggest that you hurry up and ask for some real gold and silver while the Holy Family is Zhenglong, resign and go back to Fengyang Mansion to raise your sons and grandchildren."

Somehow, this time the old horse didn't hold his neck to argue.Even after Zhu Ji finished speaking these words, the old horse didn't move for a while, just staring straight in the direction of the Forbidden City, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhu Ji suddenly felt that something was wrong, swallowed his saliva, and finally reminded him in a low voice:
"Old Ma, don't be impulsive. Don't talk about you. Even if Tang and Xu Da and Feng win them, they can't win the world by themselves. Now in this world, the common people know that its surname is Zhu."

The old horse came back to his senses, looked at Zhu Ji who was trembling, and suddenly laughed heartily and echoed:
"You're right, it's surnamed Zhu in this world now. That's fine, I'll just pretend I didn't hear what your kid said today, and don't talk nonsense with others in the future, so as not to lose my head."

With the still setting sun above his head, the old horse turned around and waved goodbye: "Okay, there are still a lot of things to do in the barracks, let's go first, and come to you when I am free."

Contrary to Zhu Ji's expectations, the old horse at this time did not feel burdened by those harsh words, on the contrary, he walked like a dragon and a tiger when he came.

Zhu Ji turned around following the old horse, and when he walked out of the cemetery, he stopped and solemnly bowed to the old horse:
"In any case, I still want to thank you, Ma, for treating me so well. However, next time we meet, I hope you won't call me Eleven Boy anymore. Now, my name is Zhu Ji. I'm very happy."

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