Hongwu Survival Guide

Chapter 1
The heat from the earth dragon made him sleep peacefully for the first time in days, but he still woke up from a hazy dream.

I don't know what time it is, just like I didn't know what year it was at the beginning.

The faint morning light penetrated through the window lattice covered with white gauze, and reflected the quaint mahogany carved bed frame outside the tent. After staring at it for a long time, I reconfirmed that this was not a dream, but a reality.

Started self hypnosis for the umpteenth time these days.

Now his name is Zhu Yuan. 'Zhu' is Zhu Yuanzhang's Zhu, and 'Yuan' is He Yuan's Yuan.

This is the 600th year of Yuan Shun Emperor Zhizheng, more than 27 years ago, and Zhu Yuanzhang will ascend the throne next month to create the Ming Dynasty on the 21st of the twelfth lunar month of the first year of Wu.

If we calculate the later AD, considering that the Gregorian calendar is usually one to two months earlier than the lunar calendar, we should have already entered 1368 AD.

At the same time, it is also the No.19 day he crossed.

After rearranging the new personal information secretly set, Zhu Yuan pushed back the quilt and dressed quietly in the dim light.

During the movement, I occasionally caught a glimpse of two strange thin hands. Thinking of myself who was able to grab a basketball with one hand, I couldn't help but smiled again.

I used to read some time-travel novels, but I rarely fantasized about time-traveling.

Because I always feel that if a person can't live well in the environment he is familiar with, and travels to a strange era rashly, it will only make the ground worse.

Unexpectedly, it was still on the wheel.

The beginning was quite bleak, so bleak that he didn't want to think about the poor little village that was looted and slaughtered by the rebels.

In the chilly season of counting to nine, wrapped in layers of rags collected from corpses, following the flow of refugees, walking in the seemingly wild winter forest for a day, almost thinking that I would quietly become like many fellow travellers. When there was a pile of frozen bones on the side of the road, I accidentally ran into a group of red-armored patrolmen.

In order to survive, I took a gamble.

A skinny young man suffering from hunger, cold and sickness, and the years of war and chaos, if he didn't take a gamble, there was a high probability that he would not survive the night after.

Fucked up, but still dead.

no regrets.

In his previous life, he achieved financial freedom in his 30s and could retire at any time to enjoy life to the fullest. Unexpectedly, after 600 years of dreaming, he returned to the turbulent Yuan Dynasty and Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, for him, time travel itself is a regret, regret to the point of cursing, and death will be a relief.

Maybe I can go back.

In the first stage, the bet has been won for the time being.

Thinking wildly, he put on a close-fitting blue silk jacket and boots, instead of taking the heavy and inconvenient black bearskin fur coat, Zhu Yuan pushed aside the cotton curtain of the bedroom and went to the outside room, and opened the door.

A chill came.

In front of you is a ten-foot-square Hui style courtyard, obviously built not long ago, with brand-new gray floor tiles, brand-new white walls and black tiles, with wing rooms on the east and west sides, and a connected flower hall to the south.

Standing in front of the door, Zhu Yuan raised his head. His first feeling was that the outer wall of the courtyard was very high. As far as he could see, the layered new horse head wall was more than two feet long. It was a foggy day, and the corners of the eaves seemed to be floating in the sky. In the clouds.

With soaring walls and a deep courtyard, the owner of the mansion seems to have a distinct sense of insecurity.

This is not an illusion.

This is Yangzhou.

The Yangzhou where the fireworks go down in Yangzhou in March.

However, Yangzhou at this time is far from the prosperity described in various beautiful poems, but is more inclined to be a fortress military city.

Zhu Yuan knew this history.

In the troubled times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Marshal Zhang Mingjian of the Qing Army led his troops to capture Yangzhou City, and slaughtered and plundered it for several months. When Zhu Yuanzhang sent troops to conquer Yangzhou, the people died or fled, leaving only [-] households in the city.

Because the old city was severely damaged and lost its protective function, Zhu Yuanzhang's army rebuilt Yangzhou New City on the west side of the intersection of the Yangtze River and the Canal.

Then it hosted the ten-year tug-of-war between Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhang Shicheng.

Zhu Yuan settled last night in this private house belonging to a salt merchant surnamed Fu. It should have been built in recent years after the completion of the new city.

Sensing Zhu Yuan's door opening, people greeted him from the east wing and the front flower hall.
Out of the side room were two sergeants, their appearances were somewhat similar, and they were both tall and strong, close to 1.8 meters, which is rare in this era. They were wearing red battle jackets, carrying waist knives, and put on black leather helmets as they walked.

These are two brothers, named Xu Wu and Xu Liu respectively.

Xu Da, the general who conquered the captives, personally selected the two soldiers who escorted Zhu Yuan to Jinling.

These days, Zhu Yuan has been keeping aloof and reticent. He has not had much communication with the two of them, but he can roughly guess that the two brothers should be half-adopted sons and half-family members of the Xu family. Their surnames and titles are likely It was given by Xu Da.

This is a very common thing nowadays.

Just like Zhu Yuanzhang, he adopted more than 20 adoptive sons in the process of fighting for the world, including Mu Ying who is most familiar to future generations.This is still very little.Lan Yu, who was later killed by Zhu Yuanzhang, has thousands of adopted sons in history.

Coming from the direction of the flower hall were four servant girls, two men and two women, who were also the servants Xu Da arranged to be responsible for daily necessities of life by Zhu Yuan's side.

The six people came to the front and bowed together to salute.

He lived in a similar classical small courtyard in his previous life, and he didn't notice anything, but seeing the people in front of him now, Zhu Yuan once again felt a sense of going back in time.

Zhu Yuan sighed secretly, and the six people in front of him also had a lot of emotion for him.

These days, from Shandong to Jinling, the court and the opposition in the Western Wu Dynasty are already buzzing.

During the northern expedition of the army to Shandong, a strange person appeared, threatening to send the 500-year-old Guozuo to the Zhu family of Western Wu. .

Inside the courtyard.

Zhu Yuan came back to his senses, and responded lightly, everyone got up, and Xu Wu who was standing at the front noticed that he was only wearing a close-fitting thin jacket, and immediately said anxiously: "Little official, hurry up and get dressed before going out. , We will suffer from the wind and cold like this.”

As Xu Wu spoke, he gestured to his back.

Two maidservants in blue and green jackets stepped forward in small steps, and were about to escort Zhu Yuan back into the house.

Zhu Yuan refused the support, took a step back into the warmth of the room, and said to Xu Wu who stepped forward, "I want to wash up, and..." He pointed to the toilet in the outer corner: "I'm not used to being in the toilet." In the house..."

He had to look up when he spoke.

The underage body was just over 1.4 meters tall, and everyone else in the yard was taller than him.

As for age, Zhu Yuan didn't know, maybe twelve or thirteen, maybe sixteen or seventeen, because he didn't have any memory of his previous life when he woke up, so he set it as 15 years old.

In later generations, 15-year-old teenagers may be over 1.6 meters tall, but in this era, adults with a height of less than 1.5 meters can be found everywhere. On the contrary, strong men with a height of 1.8 meters like Xu Wu and Xu Liu are rare, so it is very reasonable.

Reporting the age of 15 is also the result of Zhu Yuan's deliberation.

In this day and age, 14 years old is considered an adult, and you can get married. Therefore, it feels different to say that you are 13 years old and 15 years old.

I dare not say eighteen.

The face is too tender.

Zhu Yuan only hopes that the real age of this body is indeed twelve or thirteen years old, so that he can grow a lot taller in the future.If you are already close to physical adulthood at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and your head stops at 1.4 meters, it will be sad.

When Zhu Yuan opened his mouth, Xu Wu understood it at a glance, and tactfully did not point out the embarrassment, but bowed slightly again: "Little official, put on your fur coat before going out."

Speaking of this, the maidservant in the blue coat had already gone to the inner room to take the black bearskin fur coat that was cut short and still dragged to Zhu Yuan's ankles.

Zhu Yuan had no choice but to put it on, and soon wrapped up like a skinny bear cub that had just finished hibernation and consumed all its fat and hadn't found food for three days.

After the maid pulled her hair again, Zhu Yuan took a shower, went back to the house, and started to eat breakfast.

Then take medicine.

These days have been soaking in the medicine jar.

After more than half a month of various acupuncture and medication, Zhu Yuan finally got rid of the initial precariousness that he might return to 600 years later at any time, which made him very grateful to the imperial physician Dai Sanchun who accompanied him all the way.

Perhaps it was because of the foggy weather, after drinking the medicine, it was already the right hour of the morning, but at [-] o'clock in the morning, no one came to remind him to leave, so Zhu Yuan stayed in the house to read and write, mainly to familiarize himself with traditional characters.

I was copying a copy of "The Book of Songs" in jerky lowercase letters that I could barely read. I felt that I had no calligraphy talent in my two lifetimes. I wondered how much painting skills I had put away for many years. And guests."

Zhu Yuan agreed, put down his pen, and got up to greet him.

The Mao commander Xu Wu mentioned was named Mao Xiang.

Probably no one knows the famous Jinyiwei in the Ming Dynasty, and Mao Xiang was the first commander of the Jinyiwei in the Ming Dynasty.

Mao Xiang is only in his early twenties now, and he has already started as a commander of the fourth rank. At first glance, he can be regarded as a wunderkind.

However, according to Zhu Yuan's recent contact with this young military general, he found that under Mao Xiang's proud and motivated character, there was also obvious self-pity.

The reason is unknown.

Now is not the time to delve into these matters.

Thinking about it, Zhu Yuan had already come outside the house.

There were a group of people standing in the courtyard, and Zhu Yuan paid attention to Mao Xiang first. Compared with the others, this tall, well-armored, heroic general with a bit of elegance was very conspicuous.

The middle-aged people in their 50s around Mao Xiang are much weaker.

Although he was wearing a luxurious red cloak, he was not only a bit shorter than Mao Xiang, but also looked like an old farmer with his unassuming appearance against his dark skin.

Besides, the way this guy looks at him is quite wretched, as if Bajie saw ginseng fruit, which makes people feel hairy.

In addition to the two, there were four other soldiers standing behind.

Farther away, beside the door of the flower hall, is the owner of this house, a rather wealthy salt merchant named Fu, with a smile on his face, leading two young servants to stand in a bowed position.

The salt merchant's house was occupied, but he didn't even have the chance to introduce himself in front of Zhu Yuan since last night, which is quite pitiful.

This is Zhu Yuan's property hurting his kind.

I was also a businessman in my previous life, so I understand that no matter in any era, it is a good thing that a businessman can catch up with a big official.

After looking at each other, the two sides have approached.

Mao Xiang stepped forward and introduced to both sides with a touch of alienation: "Young official, this is Dr. Ronglu, Huguang, etc., who are in charge of the Zhongshu Provincial Pingzhang, Hua Gao, Mr. Hua. My lord, this It's Zhu Yuan, a small official from Zhu."

After the meeting with Xu Da, Zhu Yuan tried his best to avoid contact with other historical figures because of something in the plan.However, since the other party came to the door, he was not rude, and said with a long bow: "Zhu Yuan has met your lord."

Hua Gao was already grinning, but when Mao Xiang said Zhu Yuan's name, the corner of his mouth twitched.

Zhu Yuan?

Zhu Yuanzhang?
Just listen to the pronunciation, there is only one word difference.

With such a big name, this little boy wants to go to heaven!

(End of this chapter)