Daming: Start with an Altar of Luck

Chapter 6

"Okay, you two don't talk about it, let's have a bite of food first, and you will go to court later." Empress Ma's voice came over.

Zhu Biao and Lao Zhu turned their heads to look at the same time, and saw Empress Ma coming to the table with a few pancakes and a few plates of pickles.

"It's our sister who loves us, hehe." Lao Zhu grinned almost behind his ears when he saw the sesame seed cake brought by Empress Ma, and after the laughter, Lao Zhu was ready to take the sesame seed cake.

But he saw a small white hand, faster than he could reach out, directly picked up a sesame seed cake, and was about to stuff it into his mouth. The owner of this small white hand was Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao was anxious to check the altar of luck last night because he had something on his mind. He went back to the east palace to eat and was absent-minded.

Later, in Kunning Palace, he spent most of the night talking and talking. Now Zhu Biao was really hungry, and he didn't care about other things. When he saw the biscuits coming, he grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ai, you little bastard." Lao Zhu made a gesture to fight, but just as he raised his hand, he saw that Zhu Biao's other free hand was about to continue to touch the next sesame seed cake. Zhu Biao wanted to continue committing the crime, so he picked up a biscuit and ate it.

While eating, he muttered, "I'll clean up you little bastard after we finish eating the biscuits" and other threatening words.

"You father and son eat first, I will inform Yu'er, Erhu and the others, and send someone to clean up for you two. After a while, you will go to court. It is the beginning of the Ming Dynasty. There are many things every day, so you have to go to court, Biao'er Eat slowly, don't choke, if you don't have enough, I'll make it for you."

Empress Ma couldn't help laughing as she looked at the two children who were grabbing sesame seed cakes to eat.

"Thank you mother, mother is the best!" Zhu Biao thanked quickly.

"Little bastard, this is the biscuits our sister prepared for us. You even snatched your father's biscuits. When we go to court, I'll ask Song Lian how he taught you. You are so stubborn. Didn't he teach you how to grab biscuits all day long?" the old man said. Zhu continued to mutter while eating.

"What,...Dad, what are you talking about, can you swallow it... the biscuits are talking." Zhu Biao is also a mouthful of biscuits, and he mutters when he speaks, making it hard to hear.

Although Lao Zhu said that he would clean up Zhu Biao later, even a fool could see the love in his eyes when he looked at Zhu Biao.

Although Lao Zhu liked Zhu Biao the most in the past, father and son were too particular about getting along with each other.

That's because Zhu Biao worshiped Song Lian as his teacher since he was a child, and he was taught Confucian culture, respecting teachers, and the concept of filial piety first has been instilled for many years.

As a result, Zhu Biao has been sensible since he was a child, and he has never been so close to himself. This time, the matter of grabbing sesame seed cakes with him this time would never have happened to Zhu Biao in the past.

In the past, Zhu Biao would rather starve to death than fight with him. Only now does Lao Zhu feel that he, Queen Ma, and Zhu Biao are like a real family, living an ordinary life as a family.

As for the other princes, well, all the other princes combined are inferior to Zhu Biao's son.

"Well, we must add more burdens to Biao'er in the future." Zhu Yuanzhang thought in his heart that Zhu Biao would be more involved in government affairs in the future.

At this moment, Zhu Biao, who was wolfing down sesame seed cakes, felt a sense of relief in his heart. Although he had lost the chance to become a real emperor and might only be a prince for tens of thousands of years in the future, Zhu Biao did not regret it at all, and was even a little happy.

There is no need to work hard on your own. With Lao Zhu, a father who can be called a workaholic, luck can ensure Lao Zhu's health and longevity.

In the future, Lao Zhu will only work more crazily, and Zhu Biao himself can eat, drink, study and study ancient culture and art, experience the gentle countryside in the south of the Yangtze River, and see the beautiful scenery of the never-night Qinhuai River.

At the same time, he was engaged in science and technology, improving the military equipment of the Ming Dynasty, and any information that Zhu Biao had seen and browsed in his previous life was clearly recorded in his mind at this time because of the heaven-defying effect of the altar of luck.

And such a miraculous thing consumes very little luck. The altar of luck can suppress luck innately, and the luck will not be lost easily. Even if the altar of luck is used, the total amount of luck Zhu Biao owns will not change of.

The only change is the available luck. If you keep using luck and Da Ming doesn't increase your luck, in the end Zhu Biao can only have treasures and can't use it.

In his mind, there are various indigenous manufacturing techniques, as long as Zhu Biao is given time, Zhu Biao is confident that he can bring the agricultural age to the industrial age.

(ps: The author has made a lot of indigenous manufacturing methods, all of which can be realized in ancient times, and will be distributed to the book friend group bit by bit. The entire file package has [-] G.)
The father and son have their own "ghost plans", one wants Lao Zhu to work overtime crazy and continue to fight the world, and the other wants to add more burdens to Xiao Zhu so that he can retire early with Queen Ma.

The father and son raised their heads and looked at each other at the same time. They both smiled slightly, and reached out to grab the last sesame seed cake on the plate with lightning speed.

"Hey, Biaoer, you are still too young." Lao Zhu showed off the sesame seed cakes in his hand, and all the hidden injuries in his body recovered, even the white hair and wrinkles disappeared. The towel army was even better when it was a soldier.

When he did not join the Red Scarf Army, Zhu Yuanzhang was a monk in Huangjue Temple. He often used the sky as his bed and the ground as his bed. no longer exists.

"Huh, I'll ask my mother to make it for me again, make a big plate, and I'll eat it myself." Zhu Biao blurted out a sentence, and in the next second, Zhu Biao, who has a mentality of nearly 30 years old, also felt a little red on his face.

"Well, you little bastard, I've finished eating the biscuits, and I want my sister to make them for you. You just know how to eat them, and you will go to court with us later." Lao Zhu swallowed the last bite of biscuits, and asked Zhu Biao directly Get out now.

As time passed, it was time to go to court in a blink of an eye. Of course, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was founded in the early Ming Dynasty, did not abolish a prime minister, and he was not as tired as the later period, and the time to go to court was not as early as recorded in history books.

Of course, if Zhu Biao did not appear, Hongwu would definitely appear one by one in the later period of Hongwu, as recorded in history books.

Zhu Biao in this life is not prepared to work hard and die young like in the history books. He rests when he should rest, and enjoys what he should enjoy. In his previous life, he was an ordinary person who lay unevenly and couldn't roll well. In this life, he finally voted for a good Baby, do you still have to be a hard worker?
"Not to mention, there is an introverted maniac Lao Zhu who can live forever, let him get involved with Li Shanchang and Liu Bowen!"

Zhu Biao thought happily in his heart, but his steps were not slow, and he walked quickly towards Fengtian Temple.

　Ask for collection, seek investment
　　
　
(End of this chapter)