There was a great disaster in the world, the Mongol and Yuan Dynasties ruled cruelly, people everywhere revolted one after another, wars broke out all over the world, and the people were in dire straits.
Among them, the Yellow River labor rebels in the Central Plains are the most powerful, having gathered millions of people!
Fengyang County, Huangjue Temple.
In the woodshed in the backyard of the temple, Zhu Qiwu tightly wrapped the roast chicken in his arms.
I am afraid that the smell will be exposed and the monks with sharp noses will smell it.
"Oh, I'm so pitiful. I have to hide even to eat a roast chicken." Zhu Qiwu sighed softly.
As a time traveler, Zhu Qiwu may have the lowest starting point.
Seven years ago, just after time travel, Zhu Qiwu was only five years old and became a homeless refugee.
That year there was a severe drought, but the imperial court's taxes were indispensable. Coupled with the locust plague and the plague, in just half a month, his father Zhu Wusi died of illness first, followed by his eldest brother, mother, and two nephews.
Died tragically due to illness and hunger.
Only the fourth brother Zhu Chongba, who was fifteen years old, and Zhu Qiwu, who was only five years old, were left.
From then on, Zhu Chongba carried his younger brother Zhu Qiwu on his back and begged for food.
Finally, we arrived at Huangjue Temple.
After Zhu Chongba begged for help, the abbot of Huangjue Temple accepted him as a monk. He swept the floor, burned incense, played bells and drums, cooked and washed clothes every day, and was often scolded by the old monk.
But even so, Zhu Chongba was very satisfied that he had finally found a place for himself and his younger brother to survive.
That's right.
Zhu Qiwu’s identity in this life was the younger brother of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty!
Squeak!
A soft knock on the wooden door of the woodshed interrupted Zhu Qiwu's memories.
A tall, thin young monk walked in.
"Seven-five?"
The visitor was none other than Zhu Qiwu’s fourth brother, Zhu Chongba.
"Brother, I'm here." Zhu Qiwu said softly.
When Zhu Chongba heard the reply, he picked up a piece of wood nearby and blocked the woodshed door, and then walked over with a smile.
"Qiwu, what delicious food did you get again?"
Zhu Qiwu took out the roasted chicken from his arms and handed it to his brother. The fragrant chicken fat soaked the wrapping paper, making Zhu Chongba's mouth water.
"Hey, Qi Wu, you are so good, you can always get delicious food!" Zhu Chongba held the roast chicken in both hands, showing his joy from the bottom of his heart.
In fact, not long after traveling through time, Zhu Wuqi's own system has been activated.
Sign in once a week to get rewards from the system.
But there is a very cheating aspect of this system, that is, the value of the items rewarded by the system is related to Zhu Qiwu's status.
This is really a scam!
When Zhu Qiwu first traveled through time, what was his identity? He was a poor refugee!
After seven days of hard work, the reward is only one or two thick steamed buns, or half a bucket of old rice.
As the situation improves slightly, you can occasionally get a few taels of bacon or a few pieces of silver as rewards from the system.
It was with these poor supplies that Zhu Chongba and Zhu Qiwu survived the most difficult period.
After they came to Huangjue Temple, as Zhu Chongba became a monk, although Zhu Qiwu was too young to do heavy work and was not qualified to become a monk, he finally had a stable life and a place to stay.
Therefore, the system rewards have been increased.
I started having a whole roast chicken, or one or two life-saving anti-inflammatory pills.
"Here are the chicken legs!"
Zhu Chongba tore the roasted chicken into pieces, pulled off two large chicken legs and handed them to Zhu Qiwu.
It’s the same every time, always giving the best chicken drumsticks to myself.
Zhu Qiwu felt warm in his heart: "Brother..."
Zhu Chongba smiled freely and said: "Eat quickly, we don't like to eat chicken legs. The meat is too thick and tasteless. The meat on the bones is the most delicious!"
So many years of wandering around.
Zhu Chongba started out as a refugee begging with his younger brother Zhu Qiwu. It was the pull of being both a father and a mother. When there was a bite to eat, Zhu Qiwu would definitely eat it first. He would rather freeze than let Zhu Qiwu stay cold.
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If it hadn't been for so many years of sheltering from wind and rain, Zhu Qiwu would have died countless times.
After the two devoured it, there was nothing left of the roast chicken in Zhu Chongba's hand except a pile of bones.
Zhu Chongba licked his fingers covered in chicken fat with unfinished thoughts and said to Zhu Qiwu.
"Qiwu, I have already asked the abbot. I said that you are not too young now. You are almost as tall as me. You are full of strength. In two months, you can register as a monk. From now on, you will be a monk."
You can get a ration, so you don’t have to sneak around like this every day to eat and drink!”
In Zhu Chongba's mind, he had long realized that something was wrong with his younger brother Zhu Qiwu.
From time to time, Zhu Qiwu would be able to take out some food and drink, or coins and silver, or some big white medicine tablets that could cure all diseases. Zhu Chongba had long believed that these things that appeared out of nowhere were all Zhu Qiwu's.
Qiwu quietly stole it!
However, the miserable life made Zhu Chongba unable to bear to blame his younger brother.
In addition, for many years, Zhu Qiwu's 'stealing' behavior has never been exposed once.
At the beginning, Zhu Chongba was worried that Zhu Qiwu would be caught and his skin would be peeled off even if he died. However, several years have passed and Zhu Qi has never been "caught accidentally". Zhu Chongba is also
Don't worry and let him go, but if you can enter the Huangjue Temple and eat monk food generously, Zhu Chongba will definitely feel more at ease.
"A monk at Huangjue Temple?" Zhu Qiwu suddenly had black lines all over his head.
"That's right, you don't know. The world outside is very chaotic right now. There are either red scarf thieves or rioters. How many people can't survive? No matter how good a monk's food is, he won't starve to death!