Da Yuan, to the tenth year.

The world was in a catastrophe, the rule of the Mengyuan court was brutal, the people everywhere revolted, the world was full of smoke, and the people were struggling to make a living.

Among them, the Yellow River labor rebels in the Central Plains are the most powerful, and they have already gathered millions of people!

Fengyang County, Huangjue Temple.

In the firewood room in the backyard of the temple, Zhu Qiwu wrapped the roast chicken in his arms tightly.

lest the smell be revealed and smelled by those monks with sharp noses.

"Alas, I'm really pitiful, I have to hide and hide even to eat a roast chicken." Zhu Qiwu sighed softly.

As a traverser, Zhu Qiwu may have the lowest starting point.

Seven years ago, that is, just after crossing over, Zhu Qiwu was only five years old at that time, and he became a homeless homeless person.

In that year, there was a great drought in the world, but the taxes of the imperial court were indispensable, coupled with the locust plague and the plague were rampant, in just half a month, his father Zhu Wusi was the first to die of illness, and then the eldest brother, mother, and two nephews died tragically in the disease and hunger.

Only the fifteen-year-old fourth brother Zhu Chongba was left, and the five-year-old Zhu Qiwu was left.

Since then, Zhu Chongba has carried his younger brother Zhu Qiwu on his back, begging for food all the way.

finally transferred to Huangjue Temple.

Under Zhu Chongba's pleading, the abbot of Huangjue Temple accepted Zhu Chongba as a monk, sweeping the floor, incense, beating bells and drums, cooking and washing every day, and was often reprimanded by the old monk.

But even so, Zhu Chongba was very satisfied in his heart, and finally found a place to live for himself and his younger brother.

That's right.

Zhu Qiwu's identity in this life is the younger brother of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty!

Squeak!

A soft knock on the wooden door of the firewood room interrupted Zhu Qiwu's memories.

A tall, lanky young monk walked in.

"Seven-five?"

The person who came was 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 next to him and pressed it against the door of the firewood room, and then walked over with a smile.

"Seventy-five, what did you get to eat again?"

Zhu Qiwu took out the roast chicken from his arms and handed it to his brother, the fragrant chicken fat soaked the wrapping paper, which made Zhu Chongba is saliva flow.

"Hey, Seven-Five, you're amazing, you can always get something delicious!" Zhu Chongba held the roast chicken in both hands, revealing joy from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, since the crossing not long ago, Zhu Wuqi's own system has been activated.

Check in once a week to get the rewards of the system.

But there is a very bad thing about this system, that is, the value of the items rewarded by the system is related to the status of Zhu Qiwu.

What a cheat!

When Zhu Qiwu first crossed over, what kind of identity was that, a destitute outcast!

After seven days of hard work, the reward is only one or two coarse steamed buns, or half a bucket of old rice.

With the situation getting a little better, the reward of the system can occasionally get a few taels of salted meat, or a few coins of silver.

It was precisely by relying on these pitiful supplies that Zhu Chongba and Zhu Qiwu survived the most difficult time.

After they came to Huangjue Temple, with Zhu Chongba becoming a monk, although Zhu Qiwu was too young to do heavy work and did not have the qualifications to become a monk, he finally had a stable life and a place to stay.

Therefore, the reward of the system has been increased a bit.

I started with a whole roast chicken, or a life-saving anti-inflammatory pill or two.

"Give you the chicken legs!"

Zhu Chongba tore the roast chicken fiercely, pulled off two big chicken legs and handed them to Zhu Qiwu.

It's like this every time, always giving yourself the best drumsticks.

Zhu Qiwu's heart warmed: "Brother......"

Zhu Chongba smiled freely and said, "Eat it, we don't like to eat chicken legs, the meat is too thick, it tasteless, or the meat on this bone is the most delicious!" ”

So many years of displacement.

Zhu Chongba started with his younger brother Zhu Qiwu as a homeless begging, it was a pull of being a father and a mother, and if there was a bite to eat, Zhu Qiwu would definitely eat first, and he would rather freeze himself, or Zhu Qiwu would be cold.

If it weren't for so many years of sheltering from the wind and rain, Zhu Qiwu would have died many times.

After the two of them vomited, the roast chicken in Zhu Chongba's hand was nothing but a pile of bones.

Zhu Chongba licked his fingers stained with chicken fat and said to Zhu Qiwu.

"Seventy-five, I have already begged the abbot, I said that you are not young now, you are almost as tall as me, and you are full of strength, and in two months, you can be registered as a monk, and you can receive a ration in the future, and you don't have to eat and drink secretly every day!"

In Zhu Chongba's mind, he had already discovered that his younger brother Zhu Qiwu had always been wrong.

From time to time, Zhu Qiwu can take out some food and drink, or copper coins and broken silver, or some kind of big white pills that cure all diseases, for these inexplicable things, Zhu Chongba has long decided that they are all quietly stolen by Zhu Qiwu!

It's just that the miserable life makes Zhu Chongba can't bear to blame his younger brother.

In addition, for many years, Zhu Qiwu's 'stealing' behavior has not been exposed once.

At the beginning, Zhu Chongba was worried that Zhu Qiwu would be arrested, and in that case, he would have to shed his skin if he didn't die, but several years have passed, and Zhu Qi has never been 'caught by mistake', Zhu Chongba is relieved to go with him, but if he can enter the Huangjue Temple and eat monk food generously, it will definitely make Zhu Chongba more completely at ease.

"Monk Huangjue Temple?" Zhu Qiwu was suddenly full of black lines.

"Yes, you don't know, the world is very chaotic now, either the red turban thieves, or some kind of chaos, how many people can't survive, how good it is to have a monk's food to eat, after all, they won't starve to death!" Zhu Chongba touched his bald head and said.