The heat from the earth dragon gave him the first restful sleep in days, but he still woke up from a drowsy dream.

I don't know what time it is, just like I didn't know what year it was.

The faint morning light filtered through the white gauze window lattice, reflecting the clumsy mahogany carved bed frame in the corner of the tent, and I stared at it for a while, once again confirming that this was not a dream, but a reality.

Begin the umpteenth self-hypnosis of these days.

Now his name is Zhu Yuan. 'Zhu' is Zhu Yuanzhang's Zhu, and '塬' is He Yuan's Yuan.

This is the twenty-seventh year of Emperor Yuan Shun more than 600 years ago, and Zhu Yuanzhang is about to ascend the throne next month to create the Ming Dynasty.

If we calculate the later Western era, considering that the Gregorian calendar usually precedes the lunar calendar by one to two months, it should now be 1368 AD.

At the same time, it was also the nineteenth day of his crossing.

Re-combing the new personal information that had been set by himself, Zhu Yuan pushed away the brocade quilt on his body and dressed quietly in the dim light.

During the action, I occasionally caught a glimpse of two unfamiliar thin little hands, thinking about myself who was able to grab a basketball with one hand, and couldn't help but smile bitterly again.

I used to read some time-traveling novels, but I rarely fantasized about crossing.

Because I have always felt that if a person does not live well in his familiar environment, and he dares to travel to a strange era, he will only be more chicken feathers.

Unexpectedly, it was still the turn.

The start was rather bleak, so bleak that he didn't want to think about the poor little village that had been looted and slaughtered by the rebels.

Wrapped in several layers of rags collected from the corpses, he followed the flow of refugees and walked for a day in the winter woods that seemed to be wild, almost thinking that he was going to quietly become a pile of frozen bones on the roadside like many of his companions, when he unexpectedly encountered a team of red-armored patrolmen.

In order to survive, I took a gamble.

The thin boy who is hungry and frostbitten is in the years of war and chaos, and if he doesn't gamble, there is a high probability that he will not survive the night after.

Messed up, but still a death.

No regrets.

In his previous life, he achieved financial freedom in his thirties, and he could retire at any time to enjoy life, but he didn't expect that after a dream of 600 years, he returned to the turbulent late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, for him, the crossing itself is a pity, so regretful that he wants to scold people, and then he dies but is relieved.

Maybe I'll be able to go back.

In the first stage, the bet has been won for the time being.

Thinking wildly, put on a close-fitting blue silk jacket, put on boots, and didn't go to get the heavy and inconvenient black bearskin coat, Zhu Yuan opened the cotton curtain in the bedroom and came to the outer room, and opened the door.

A chill hit.

In front of me is a ten-step square Hui style courtyard, obviously built not long ago, brand new gray floor tiles, new white walls and black tiles, with wings on the east and west sides, due south is a connected flower hall.

Standing in front of the door, Zhu Yuan raised his head, the first feeling was that the outer wall of the courtyard was very high, as far as the field of vision could see, the new horse-head wall that rose in layers was more than two feet, and it was a foggy day, and the flying eaves seemed to be floating in the clouds.

The high walls and deep courtyard give the impression that the owner of the mansion seems to have a clear sense of insecurity.

This is not an illusion.

This is Yangzhou.

Fireworks in March under the Yangzhou of Yangzhou.

However, at this time, Yangzhou was far from being prosperous as described in various beautiful poems, but was more inclined to be a fortress military city.

Zhu Yuan knows this history.

In the chaotic times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhang Mingjian, the marshal of the Green Army, led the crowd to capture Yangzhou City, and the soldiers slaughtered for several months, until Zhu Yuanzhang sent troops to conquer Yangzhou, the people died or fled, and only 18 households remained in the city.

Because the old city was badly damaged and lost its protective function, Zhu Yuanzhang's army rebuilt Yangzhou New City on the west side of the confluence of the Yangtze River and the canal.

Subsequently, it carried the ten-year tug-of-war between Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhang Shicheng.

Zhu Yuan settled in this private house belonging to a salt merchant surnamed Fu last night, which should have been built in recent years after the completion of the new city.

Sensing Zhu Yuan's opening of the door, there were people in the east wing and the flower hall in front of him

Out of the wing room are two sergeants, their appearance is somewhat similar, and they are both rare in this era of nearly 1.8 meters of majestic figures, the two are wearing red battle jackets, carrying waist knives, and wearing black leather helmets as they walk.

These are two brothers, named Xu Wu and Xu Liu.

Xu Da, the general of the conquest, personally selected two personal soldiers to escort Zhu Yuan to Jinling.

Zhu Yuan has been in a state of indifference and quiet these days, and has not had much communication with the two, but he can roughly guess that the two brothers should be Xu's half-adopted son and half-family Ding characters, and the surname and name are most likely given by Xu Da.

This is a very common thing at the moment.

Just like Zhu Yuanzhang, in the process of fighting for the world, he has accepted more than 20 righteous sons, including Mu Ying, who is the most familiar to future generations. That's still less. Lan Yu, who was later killed by Zhu Yuanzhang, has thousands of righteous sons in history.

The people who came from the direction of the flower hall were four maids with two men and two women, and this was also the servant arranged by Xu Da to be in charge of food, clothing, and daily life all the way by Zhu Yuan's side.

The six of them came to the front and bowed together.

In his previous life, he lived in a similar classical courtyard, and he didn't feel anything, but when he saw the people in front of him, Zhu Yuan once again had a sense of going back in time.

Zhu Yuan sighed secretly, and the six people in front of him also had a lot of feelings about him.

These days, from Shandong to Jinling, the government and the opposition in Western Wu have been boiling.

The army of the northern expedition to Shandong, there are strange people out, threatening to send the West Wu Zhu family 500 years of national Zuo, the capture of the general Xu Da personally meeting, long talk late at night, the letter of the long letter attached to the strange people painted by the secret map of the horse fast horse to send the king of Wu, the world attention.

Inside the courtyard.

Zhu Yuan came back to his senses and responded lightly, everyone got up, and Xu Wu, who was standing at the front, noticed that he was only wearing a close-fitting thin jacket, and immediately said urgently: "Little official, hurry up and get dressed and go out again, we will suffer from the wind and cold, and we will suffer from the cold." ”

Xu Wu said and already signaled behind him.

Two maids wearing blue and green jackets stepped forward in small steps and were about to carry Zhu Yuan back into the house.

Zhu Yuan refused to be supported, took the initiative to take a step back into the warmth of the house, and said to Xu Wu, who stepped forward: "I want to wash, and there is ......" said and pointed to the toilet in the corner outside: "I'm not used to ...... in the house."

I had to raise my head when I spoke.

The underage body was just over one meter four, and everyone else in the yard was taller than him.

As for the age, Zhu Yuan didn't know, maybe twelve or thirteen years old, maybe sixteen or seventeen years old, because he didn't have any memory of his predecessor when he woke up, he set himself to be fifteen years old.

In later generations, fifteen-year-old young people may be more than 1.6 meters, but in this era, adult heights of less than 1.5 meters abound, and strong men like Xu Wu and Xu Liu are rare to be 1.8 meters, so it is very reasonable.

The age of fifteen years old was also the result of Zhu Yuan's deliberation.

In this era, fourteen years old is considered an adult, and you can get married, so saying that you are thirteen and fifteen years old gives people a different feeling.

I didn't dare to say eighteen.

The face is too tender.

Zhu Yuan only hopes that the real age of this body is indeed twelve or thirteen years old, so that it can grow a lot taller in the future. If you are sixteen or seventeen years old and close to biological adulthood, and your head stops at one meter four, it will be sad.

Zhu Yuan opened his mouth, Xu Wu understood it as soon as he saw it, and he didn't point out the embarrassment with interest, but just bowed slightly again: "Little official, put on your coat first and then go out." ”

Saying this, the blue-jacketed maid had already gone to the inner room to pick up the black bearskin coat that was still going to drag Zhu Yuan's ankle after being truncated.

Zhu Yuan had no choice but to put it on, and soon wrapped himself like a skinny bear cub who had just finished hibernation and had consumed all his fat and had not found food for three days.

After the maid pulled her hair again, Zhu Yuan washed up, returned to the house, and began to eat breakfast.

Then take the medicine.

All these days I have been soaking in a medicine jar.

After more than half a month of various acupuncture and medications, Zhu Yuan finally got rid of the initial crumbling situation that could return to six hundred years at any time, which made him very grateful to the Dai Sanchun Dai Tai Doctor who accompanied him all the way.

Maybe it was because of the foggy day, after drinking the medicine, it was already the right time, and then at eight o'clock in the morning, no one came to remind him to leave, so Zhu Yuan stayed in the house to read and write, mainly to familiarize himself with traditional characters.

is copying a "Book of Songs" with a barely readable jerky small block, lamenting that he has no calligraphy talent in his two lives, and he doesn't know how much painting skills are left after putting down several years, Xu Wu pushed the door and reminded: "Little official, Commander Mao has arrived, and there are guests." ”

Zhu Yuan agreed, put down his pen, and got up to greet him.

Xu Wu said that the commander of Mao is named Mao Xiang.

Probably everyone knows the famous Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty, and Mao Xiang was the first commander of the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty.

Now Mao Xiang is only in his early twenties, and he is already a conductor from the fourth grade, and at first glance, he can be regarded as a young man.

However, according to Zhu Yuan's recent contact with the young general, he found that under Mao Xiang's proud and motivated personality, there was also obvious self-pity.

The cause is unknown.

Now is not the time to inquire into these in depth.

Turning his mind, Zhu Yuan had already come outside the house.

There was a group of people standing in the courtyard, and Zhu Yuan's first attention was Mao Xiang, compared to the others, this young military general with a tall posture and neat armor and a bit of elegance was very conspicuous.

The middle-aged people in their fifties around Mao Xiang are much weaker.

Although he was dressed in a luxurious red coat, he was not only shorter than Mao Xiang, but also looked like an old farmer under the background of his dark skin.

Moreover, this person looks at himself with a very obscene look, as if Bajie has seen the ginseng fruit, which makes people hairy.

In addition to the two, there were four other relatives who stood in the back.

Farther away from the door of the flower hall is the owner of this house, a rather wealthy salt merchant surnamed Fu, with a smile on his face, leading the two little servants to bow and stand.

This salt merchant has occupied the house, but since last night he has not even had the opportunity to introduce himself in front of Zhu Yuan, which is quite pitiful.

This is Zhu Yuan's kind of injury.

In his previous life, he was also a businessman, so he understood that no matter what era, it was a good thing for a businessman to be able to climb to the official big man.

After looking at it, the two sides have approached.

Mao Xiang stepped forward a little, and helped introduce with a faint detachment on both sides: "Little official, this is Dr. Ronglu, Huguang and other places in the Pingzhang political affairs of Zhongshu Province, Hua Gao, Hua Da. My lord, this is Zhu Yuan, Zhu Xiaoguan. ”

After meeting with Xu Da, Zhu Yuan has been trying to avoid contact with other historical figures because of something in the plan. However, since the other party came to the door, he was not rude, and said, "Zhu Yuan has seen the adult." ”

Hua Gao was already grinning, and when he heard Mao Xiang say Zhu Yuan's name, the corners of his mouth twitched.

Zhu Yuan?

Zhu Yuanzhang?

Just listen to the pronunciation, and it's just one word.

With such a big name, this little boy is going to heaven!