The Great Industrial Ming Dynasty Started from Beiping

Chapter 18 A First Look at Early Talent

Zhu Gaochi reads every morning and shoots in the afternoon.

His younger brothers followed him.

Zhu Gaochi and the third child with two eyes of Fang Xingxing watched Zhu Gaoxu riding a horse-drawn bow and shooting arrows. Ten arrows could hit six or seven arrows. Zhu Gaochi sighed that talent is really a killer.

If you have something, you have it, if you don't, you don't have it, and you can't admit defeat.

The second young master was surrounded by a circle of warriors, Zhang Quan, the long follower who had come back from the mining area, stomped his feet secretly.

All his glory and wealth are tied to the eldest son.

Although the warriors in the school grounds were also respectful to the eldest son, they were even closer to the second son, Zhang Quan saw it and was anxious in his heart.

If things go on like this, they will become the second son's future team.

The emperor is not in a hurry for the eunuch.

The more you are not yourself, the easier it is to worry.

"Master, do you want to try it?"

Can't help agitating.

Zhu Gaochi shook his head.

He can ride a horse, and he is also familiar with drawing a bow and archery, but he is more popular than others.

Seeing his young master's timid appearance, Zhang Quan turned his head helplessly, not wanting to look at the disturbing things in front of him.

"Let's go."

Seeing that it was almost time, Zhu Gaochi opened his mouth, intending to do what he should do.

"It's not time yet."

Zhang Quan reminded.

Zhu Gaochi stared at Zhang Quan.

Xu is not an ordinary woman, let alone the mother of Emperor Wanli in history.

Now that Xu has been persuaded, Xu will not hinder himself.

The real elites have already gone to the battlefield with King Yan to kill the enemy, making contributions to their future.

Three melons and two dates on the school field, they look down on Zhu Gaochi, and Zhu Gaochi still looks down on them.

There may be talent in it.

But who knows?
Anyway, Zhu Gaochi had never heard of it.

In the city of Peking.

Where are the talented people who can be identified?
People are unlucky, and after returning from an injury on the battlefield, they are moaning at home, feeling depressed about their missed opportunities.

……

An ordinary courtyard.

"Master, you're listless after you come back, and you're asked to go to the next door to borrow a fire, and you don't want to open your mouth."

in the courtyard.

A man is fiddling with utensils that look like iron pots, and the house inside is the woman's persistent complaints.

"It's better to use a scythe than to use a scythe to play with Yangsui, otherwise, my family would have already cooked meals. Even if you are not hungry, the children are still hungry."

Yangsui and fire sickle are both tools for making fire.

The collision of the fire sickle and the flint produces sparks, ignites the fluff, and ignites the firewood, which is commonly used by ordinary people.

It has been spread to New China, and it is still used in many rural areas in the 60s and [-]s, and it is one of the main means of making fire.

Yangsui was gradually eliminated.

This object faces the sunlight with a concave surface, adjusts the angle with the left hand, and holds the moxa with the right hand, and ignites with the focus of the sunlight.

The man didn't seem to hear what his wife said behind him, and turned a deaf ear.

Mother-in-law, of course it belongs to mother-in-law.

What's the point of arguing with women and Taoists? The more you argue, the more reluctant you will be, and you won't be at ease.

Seeing that the handful of dried wormwood in his hand was scorched, and the faint green smoke came out, the man beamed with joy.

People always have hobbies.

A man's hobbies are different from ordinary people, he likes to play with all kinds of weird things.

This thing requires water grinding, and those who are not careful will not be able to bear this trouble.

But also to master the heat.

This kind of inner training and careful study of the differences makes men enjoy it very much.

My own son inherited his father's career and went out with the army, with the intention of making contributions, but failed.

Although life and death are inevitable on the battlefield.

After picking up his life and coming back, the neighbors all lamented his fate.

But others can think so, but I can't.

I made too many mistakes that I shouldn't have made.

Draw conclusions after careful consideration.

I was still impatient, violated the taboo on the battlefield, and attracted danger.

Sorry?
Unfortunately.

But next time, I will not let myself regret it.

In a trance, the moxa that had just warmed up in the man's hand returned to its original state, leaving only a little bit of burnt black.

The man turned around again.

The woman in the room, seeing her man's behavior through the window, was angry and thought it was funny, so she didn't yell at him.

"Anyway, it's your son, and it's your son who is hungry, so you can play hard."

Words that have remained unchanged for thousands of years come out of a woman's mouth, making men dumbfounded.

"Yes, yes, it's just our son."

While speaking, sparks appeared again from the dry moi, and the man blown his breath skillfully, and the flames gradually appeared.

Put it in the brazier, ignite the rest of the dry moxa, bow your waist to protect it, and carefully send it to the stove.

"Can Zhu be at home?"

Outside the yard, there was a knock on the door.

"Who?"

Zhu Neng heard a strange voice, walked to open the door, and asked loudly.

The woman is also very puzzled.

In normal times, her husband's hard-working brothers often come to the house to make a living, and she is used to it, so she has no complaints.

But now, her husband's brothers are still fighting in the desert.

Thanks to his gang of brothers, they dragged her husband back and saved her life.

No matter how much rice there is, women are willing to cook.

"Dong dong dong."

There was only a knock on the door.

"Hey, it's okay to be dumb."

The man opened the courtyard door, and saw only two people in front of him, an adult and a boy.

"You are?"

Seeing that although the other party is dressed in ordinary clothes, but the boy is not like a boy, and the adult is not like an adult, the man asked vigilantly.

"Excuse me, is this Zhu Neng? We are Zhu Gaochi."

……

The man was dumbfounded.

He has never met the sons of King Yan, and he doesn't know their names, but the characters in front of him are easy to guess.

Surnamed Zhu.

In Beiping City again, although the clothes were ordinary, the attitude of the people behind the young man was obviously a follower of a nobleman, and the confident tone of the young man was obviously not an ordinary person.

The age of the second son is wrong, and it is even more impossible for the third son, only the eldest son is suitable.

"Big... big son?"

Zhu Neng, who has always been calm, made incoherent temptations.

Zhu Gaochi smiled all over his face.

Those generals, such as Fu Youde, don't say he can't climb up to others, even if he can!What can he do?
But the person in front of him is the one he can get in his pocket.

real talent.

A few years later, he was promoted by Zhu Di to be Deputy Qianhu.

Then there is the battle for the throne, and it only takes four years to conquer the north and south, and become the future pillar of the Ming Dynasty, the great governor, and the Duke of the state.

Zhu Di personally confirmed it.

His meritorious service ranks second among Jingnan heroes.

Now.

Still just an ordinary Baihu.

Of course, the living conditions of hundreds of households are higher than those of ordinary people.

But who are you?

Prince Yan's son.

In front of him, the opponent is still a member of his father's army, like the gap between heaven and earth.

"Let's come to visit the wounded warrior. You fought with our father and got injured on duty. We can't treat you badly and chill the warrior."

Behind Zhu Gaochi.

Zhang Quan held an exquisite food box in his hand, and looked at the man in front of him curiously, nothing unusual.

There are many strong men in the army who can fight and kill.

"Small... small..."

Zhu Neng was at a loss.

The emotions in his heart are complicated, no matter how calm he is usually, now he has lost his sense of proportion.

(End of this chapter)