Min Yuanzhang couldn't wait for the man's head to grind, so he simply grabbed a bamboo basket by himself, grabbed the remaining three pot helmets of the boatman, a plate of dried radishes and two bowls of gruel, and carried them out.

The man's head stayed in place and wiped his sweat violently, and the reaction was a little big. The other two cooks around me don't know why, but they don't...

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