If Zhu Wu knew that the king of Goryeo was gearing up and couldn't wait to send troops, he would definitely say it, madman.

However, it is not Zhu Chongba's madness.

But I don't know how thick the sky is, I don't know how deep the water is, and I don't know how crazy I am.

Crazy as a fool!

In the vast sea of words in China, there is a word that is very apt to describe this kind of madman, a clown.

At this time, Zhu Wu's king drove to Haozhou. Zhang Guangchen, the prefect of Haozhou, and Zhu Qi, the general of Haozhou Town, led his subordinates out of the city for thirty miles to greet them.

Haozhou is the starting place of Zhu Wu, and it is also the holy place in the heart of the Han Huaixi Xungui Group.

Zhang Guangchen, the prefect of Haozhou, the new official selected by the Ministry of Officials, was originally a county magistrate on Luzhou Road, and Zhu Qi, the general of the town guard, was born in Zhu Wu's personal guard, and he was also the Huaixi sub-land of Huaixi who joined the army.

With this identity, Zhu Qi can be by Zhu Wu's side, attracting the eyes of the officials in Haozhou.

"There are no more starving people in Haozhou this year, right?" On the road to Haozhou City, Zhu Wu rode a war horse, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scenery on both sides of the road, and asked casually.

Zhu Qi bowed down on his horse and said with a smile, "All the relief grain distributed by the lord has been distributed to the people, and the displaced people have also been distributed to the fields. If there is no war, the market has also stopped, and it has regained a little vitality, although it is not comparable to the rich places, but this year I have not heard of anyone starving to death! ”

Haozhou is a poor place, forced to be tossed poor by the war, when Zhu Wu took over, the vitality of the city was less than one-tenth of when he asked for food.

"I heard that the lord was coming to Haozhou, and the people in the city were so happy that many people hung red lanterns at the door!" Zhu Qi continued to laugh and said, "There are still people who have given the Lord the Immortal Tablet back!" ”

Hearing this, Zhu Wu immediately smiled, "True or false?" ”

"How many heads do I dare to lie to you!" Zhu Qi smiled, "You are from Haozhou!" The people love you from the bottom of their hearts! Sometimes I go to a restaurant to eat in casual clothes, and some elderly people say that if Zhu Xiaowang occupied Haozhou earlier, how could Haozhou be like this! ”

Zhu Xiaowang?

Zhu Wuyi was stunned, it was the first time he had heard this statement. And Hua Yun behind Zhu Wu glanced at Zhu Qi, and the latter suddenly understood that he said the wrong thing proudly.

The procession continued on its way to the west of the city, where the wilderness grew popular, smoke rising from the once ruined villages, and the rebuilding of collapsed houses.

Zhu Wu's eyes searched back and forth on the road, as if he was looking for something. In an instant, he found it, and his eyes were fixed there.

The dilapidated City God Temple on the side of the road stands alone in the winter sun, and the broken walls are covered by white snow.

"Stop!" Hua Yun waved his hand, and the mighty team stopped.

"When we go back to Haozhou, take a good rest in that City God Temple, after all, it is the place where our brothers met, what is the name? Longxing Temple! You Xiaowu, the place where King Han really made his fortune! ”

"I think it's called Shuanglong Temple, because not only my Zhu Wu came out of that temple, but also your Zhu Chongba. Thousands of years later, you and my brother will become the mouths of future generations, a beggar, a monk, eating dog meat and talking about heavenly events..."

Zhu Wu had memories floating in his mind, and a smile appeared on his face. In the past, there are still many warm pictures.

"Let's take a look!" Zhu Wu jumped off the horse, and Hua Yun followed with his own soldiers.

Squeak, squeak, is the sound of combat boots stepping on the snow.

Feeling timid, Zhu Wudi's heart beat a little hard. Since leaving this ruined temple, he really hasn't come back on purpose, and he doesn't know if it's still the same inside.

Squeak, squeak, I am about to reach the gate of the broken temple.

Zhu Wu suddenly smiled, "I remember that the snow was so big when I wanted to eat, and I didn't even have a pair of shoes that year!" ”

Hua Yun knew about Zhu Wu's past in the broken temple, but he nodded solemnly and didn't speak again.

"What man!?"

The sound of drawing knives sounded, and several relatives instantly pulled out their fire guns and kicked open the temple door.

Inside the door, beside a fire, several boys in green clothes were drooling around the black tiles in a gap, and when they saw the wolf-like soldiers re-entering, they were immediately stiffened and trembling with fright.

The air is filled with the smell of meat, and meat is being cooked in a crockpot. Zhu Wu didn't look at the boys, but looked around the temple.

Nothing has changed, it's still the same. Zhu Wu looked at the broken jar on the fire again, maybe it was still the land he left back then.

may really be a place left back then, and the more you look at it, the more it looks like it.

"Where did this jar come from?" Zhu Wu looked at a few children and asked softly.

"The wall .... Corner! A slightly older child, whispered.

That's true, on the day he left this broken temple, Zhu Wu put all the broken things such as broken jars in the corner.

Thinking that one day there will be beggars who can't survive to take shelter from the wind and rain, at least there will be a hot water guy.

Then Zhu Wudi looked over the fire and went to the corner of the wall under the window, he walked over quickly, and wiped the ground behind him.

Then, Zhu Wu smiled, a little sad but brightly.

The wall is densely engraved with small characters, Zhu Wu came here to visit, I am not hungry, thief, the sky will descend on the Si people, etc.

This was in countless nights when he was so hungry that he couldn't sleep, Zhu Wuke went up. At that time, my stomach was so hungry that it throbbed every day, as if there was a knife stirring inside.

Looking at it, Zhu Wu felt that his eyes were a little hot. It was in this ruined temple that he, Xiu'er and Xiu'er and his father guarded a broken clay pot, boiling rice soup with visible figures, and using meager heat to resist the wind and snow.

It was during those days that Zhu Wudi had an unforgettable hatred for the corrupt officials in the world.

Zhu Wu stood up and looked at the trembling children, "Where did you come from?" ”

The children were dressed in tatters, but they didn't look like beggars. Because they don't look like they've been starving for a long time, with yellow faces and thin muscles.

"I.... We are from the nearby Zhuangzi! The older child said, "We took a rabbit and cooked it right here!" ”

"This jar is what I left here before!" Zhu Wu said with a smile.

The child was a little timid when he spoke, but he still stubbornly said, "But.... The meat inside is our land! ”

"Huh!" Zhu Wu laughed, "Sell it to me!" As he spoke, he said to Hua Yun, "Give them money, let them go, wash the jar quickly, keep it!" ”

"No!" Hua Yun nodded, took out two silver dollars from his pocket and threw them over, and before the children could react, the soldiers threw them out by their necks.

Outside the door, the children shouted, "Brother Dawang, the rabbit is my land, and this money should also be my land!" ”

Zhu Wu smiled again, then his smile retracted, and he walked to the backyard solemnly.

The yard is covered with snow, and on the uneven ground, only by looking closely can you distinguish the grave bag that Zhu Wu dug out at the beginning.

"King Han!"

"Lord!"

In the exclamation of the accompanying civil and military force, Zhu Wu took three steps and made two steps, kneeling directly in front of the grave.

"Uncle Guo, I'm coming to see you!"

As he spoke, Zhu Wu brushed away the cold snow on the side of the grave with his hand, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

Buried in the grave, it is Xiu'er and his father, the one-armed man who rescued Zhu Wu, and is also an inconspicuous one of the countless miserable people who died in this chaotic last days.

"It's my fault, I haven't come to see you in the past few years!"

Zhu Wuqiang endured not to let his thoughts come up, but the memories were lingering in his mind.

In his memory, his face was blurred. But the taste of millet rice soup is so clear.

"Xiu'er has grown up, and I haven't let her be wronged anymore. Now he's well-fed, well-dressed, and looks like a big girl! ”

"I didn't bring her with me this time, I'll fix you here in the spring, and then bring her back!"

"I didn't give you incense a few years ago, and you are poor over there, right? You can rest assured that the incense will continue to burn in the future. Xiao Wu is out, Xiao Wu wants to repay you! ”

Zhu Wudi clutched the armor with both hands, trying not to let the tears fall.

A big hand came over to the incense candle on the side, and then someone brought some yellow money paper.

Zhu Wu looked at the owner of the big hand, "Huayun, where did you get all this?" ”

Hua Yun silently placed sacrifices in front of the tomb, asked people to bring a brazier, and said in a loud voice, "I thought that you came to Haozhou and probably wanted to worship the old master, so I prepared in advance!" ”

"I have a heart!"

Zhu Wu said lightly, he really didn't want to go over to worship Guo Zixing. He has long been gracious and broken, what are you doing with him?

But now is the time when Zhu Wu's heart is the softest, and when Hua Yun said this, his original thoughts were really a little loose.

The paper burned in the brazier, baking the snow on the side ground.

"I still have a relationship with the surname Guo Di in my life!" Zhu Wu slowly put the paper money still in the fire and said in his heart, "The person who saved my life is surnamed Guo, and the person who took me on the road is also surnamed Guo!" ”

"Uncle, I'll go first! See you later! ”

After worshipping, Zhu Wu turned around and no longer had a trace of nostalgia, walked out of the ruined City God Temple, and called Zhang Guangchen, the prefect of Huai'an, before getting on the horse.

"See that grave bag inside?"

"I saw it!"

"Find someone to repair it well, and then draw some land around it, and let the people in Zhuangzi Land on the side farm and guard the grave!" Saying that, Zhu Wu got on the horse, "Push this broken city god temple and turn it into flat ground!" ”

After getting on the horse, Zhu Wudi's softness dissipated instantly.

The past goes with the wind, and the old people don't come again.

Sorrow and suffering are all old things, and men don't wander.