Chapter 002: The Past

Xiao Huangmen hesitated and didn't dare to move, just a few days ago, Gong Huaiming was still the Ninety-Five Supreme High, the emperor who ruled the world and was rich in the world, although he had been deposed as a citizen, but as long as people who knew a little about Gong Huaiming didn't dare to despise him, who knew if he would have shit luck that day and re-ascend the throne, when the time came, they would be unlucky at the bottom.

Zhang Yingjie was anxious, "What are you still doing in a daze? Be careful that I let people kill you with a cane." ”

Zhang Yingjie's threat finally worked, Xiao Huangmen let go of Gonggong Li, stepped forward, and was just about to save Zhang Yingjie from Gong Huaiming's hands, Gong Huaiming had already pulled out the axe tucked in his waist, "You all stand still." Dare to take a step forward, believe it or not, I'll cut off the head of Zhang Yingjie, a dog minion, right now?"

Xiao Huangmen hurriedly stopped, Zhang Yingjie felt the cold and faint glow of the axe, and the hairs on his body stood up, "Gong Huaiming, what are you going to do? Do you know that I am the chief eunuch of the hall, and if you kill me, you are plotting to kill the officials of the inner court." Long live the Lord knows, and he will definitely not spare you. ”

Gong Huaiming bared his teeth at Zhang Yingjie, the blade of the axe was closer to his neck, and it was already pressed against his trachea, "Zhang Yingjie, do you dare to bet with me?"

Zhang Yingjie wanted to say "You don't dare", but at this moment, borrowing his three guts, he didn't dare to joke with his own life, and his attitude immediately softened, "Gong Huaiming, we have something to discuss, why should you be rude? ”

Gong Huaiming pressed the axe in his hand again, "Dog minion, what are you calling me?"

Zhang Yingjie shuddered, rubbed his neck forward, the axe blade instantly cut his skin, blood immediately flowed out, Zhang Yingjie's crotch was hot, and a smell of shame immediately came out. He didn't dare to be stubborn anymore, and was completely coaxed, "Long live Lord, don't kill me, it's the slave who is wrong, it's the slave who looks down on people, you have a lot of adults, spare the slave's life." ”

Gong Huaiming just wanted to save Gonggong Li, not really wanted to slaughter Zhang Yingjie, he snorted coldly, "Leave Gonggong Li to continue to recuperate, and then you give me as far as I can, and I will spare your dog's life." If you don't know how to advance or retreat, I will kill you. Anyway, after I die, in the underworld, there is one less person to serve by my side, and I don't fall in love with anyone else, so I fall in love with you. ”

Zhang Yingjie didn't dare to move at this time, only his lips opened and closed up and down: "The slave understands, the slave obeys the order, and the slave must do what you say." ”

"Zhang Yingjie, to tell you the truth, I'm not afraid that you will cheat and not admit it, in the past few days, all the young and strong people have been drawn to the front to work, just with the two little yellow doors you brought, I can't stop me, I want to kill you, it's just a matter of moving thoughts, if you don't believe it, you can try. Gong Huaiming said that, and grabbed Zhang Yingjie, who staggered back, took a few steps, unstable on his footing, and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yingjie secretly regretted it, he knew that Gong Huaiming would jump out and insert a pole, so he brought a few more people over, he got up from the ground with the support of the two little yellow doors, glared at Gonggong Li fiercely, and walked away.

Gong Huaiming smacked at Zhang Yingjie's back, and then took a few steps to help Gonggong Li up, Gonggong Li struggled to kneel on the ground, "Thank you for saving your life." ”

Gong Huaiming smiled bitterly, "Gonggong Li, I'm a waste now, and the title of Long Live Lord will be waived in the future." ”

When Gonggong Li heard this, his expression darkened, he was an old man in the palace, and he knew better than anyone the desolation and despair in Gong Huaiming's words, he sighed faintly, and didn't know where to comfort Gong Huaiming.

Gong Huaiming helped Gonggong Li into the room, helped him lie on the bed again, pulled the thin quilt, covered his body, brought the medicine bowl over, and served Gonggong Li to drink the medicine, and then retreated from the room.

Returning to the firewood room, Gong Huaiming had no intention of chopping firewood, sitting on the wooden pier, thinking about everything that had happened in the past three months.

Strictly speaking, Gong Huaiming is also a member of the royal family, and his ancestor is Gong Tianyou, the founding emperor of the Great Gong Dynasty. It's just that Gong Tianyou has countless wives and concubines in his life, and he has given birth to more than 20 sons alone, and he also has a large number of daughters. In order to prevent too many members of the royal family and increase the burden on the treasury, when Gong Tianyou was in power, he made a rule, starting from him to count the fourth generation, that is, the great-grandchildren, in addition to inheriting the throne, other royal family members are all listed as side branches of the royal family, the Zongren Mansion no longer takes the initiative to record, and the state no longer provides any support, and must be self-reliant and support themselves.

Later, Gong Tianyou Zen throne, the rule he formulated naturally became an ancestral precept, and every emperor Yanjing took Gong Tianyou as the head of the horse, and when he was in power, he would make similar regulations. This system greatly reduced the number of members of the imperial family and reduced the burden on the state treasury, which was praised by the subjects of the Great Gong Dynasty.

Gong Huaiming was born in such a royal branch that was excluded from the Zongren Mansion, although there is royal blood, but there is no difference from ordinary people, his ancestors since the loss of the royal lineage, moved out of the capital, looking for a livelihood, for hundreds of years, moved back and forth, and finally moved to a small ravine more than 1,000 miles away from the capital, where the people are simple, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, isolated from the world, as long as you are diligent, whether it is hunting in the mountains, or cultivating terraces, it is enough to feed yourself.

Gong Huaiming's vein has been passed down like this, and more than a hundred years have passed, everything is calm and there are no waves. When Gong Huaiming was three years old, there was a great drought in the world, and even the small ravine where Gong Huaiming's family was located also suffered a drought that had not been encountered in a century. The drought lasted for more than two years, and the family began to go hungry when they ran out of food and had no prey to hunt in the mountains.

In order to be able to survive, Gong Huaiming's parents decided to go to the capital to recognize their relatives after discussing it. Gong Tianyou made a total of two rules at the beginning, in addition to no longer being supported by the state for those children and grandchildren with weak blood, and at the same time, in order to show his kindness, he also stipulated that these descendants only need to register and report in the Zongren Mansion every year, and every time they report once, they can receive one stone of rice grain, that is, one hundred and twenty catties of grain.

This grain is nothing in a good harvest year, but in a great disaster year, it is very precious. Gong Huaiming's parents really had no way to think of it, so they could only put their minds on this gift that was like a food to eat.

Gong Huaiming's parents took Gong Huaiming, begging all the way, trekking through mountains and rivers, and finally arrived in the capital, at this time their family of three was not much better than calling Huazi, and they took a lot of trouble to enter the gate of the Zongren Mansion. After checking their identities, the Zongren Mansion happily gave them two bags of grain, but in addition to mixing a lot of sand, these two bags of grain were also seriously insufficient, not to mention one hundred and twelve catties, not even a hundred catties.

Relying on this grain mixed with sand, Gong Huaiming's family of three survived the drought that lasted for three years.

ps: In the first month of the new book's upload, there are three updates a day, and each chapter is 2000+.

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