Daming: The county magistrate cried poorly and Zhu Yuanzhang exploded in anger

Zhang Song is a modern person who traveled back and forth. Even though he was an otaku and stayed at home, but from the plots that he often read in novels, Yuchan meant that.

"Um, Yuchan... what are you thinking?" Zhang Song asked knowingly.

"Master, what do you think?" Yuchan's eyes were filled with nympho.

"Ahem, in broad daylight, so not ashamed. Some people are so fake, and at night they say they don't want to..." Zhao Yuhe walked over with a big belly.

Seeing his wife approaching, Zhang Song got up and helped her.

She also said with a caring face: "My wife, don't catch a cold in the house, it's not good to affect the baby."

Zhang Song heard from the old lady that it is not advisable for a pregnant woman to be exposed outside for too long, as it will cause childbirth wind when giving birth.

In his previous life, he was a novice. This is the first time he is a father, and he completely listens to the old lady. After all, the old lady has experience.

"The room is boring, come out for a walk." Zhao Yuhe took a deep breath of the air outside the room.

"That's right." Zhang Song helped Zhao Yuhe to walk in the yard.

At this time, Zhao Wu came.

He looked worried and said: "Master, that old man Zhu who eats and drinks for free is asking around about the master on the street. I'm worried that he has bad intentions."

"Let him inquire, Lord, I have never done anything wrong, and I am not frightened by ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Are you afraid of birds?"

"Ah!" Zhao Wu felt that his words were in vain.

"Is there anything else? Didn't go on patrol, give me a good job, don't neglect."

"Of course, I've already done what you entrusted. Blacksmith Liu is waiting outside the door."

Hearing this, Zhang Song called Blacksmith Liu to come in.

Earlier, Zhang Song asked Zhao Wu to take his drawings to find a good blacksmith to make him a Miao Dao.

Before he traveled, he was obsessed with the Miao Dao improved by Qi Jiguang of the Ming Dynasty based on the Japanese Samurai Sword—it is also the magic sword that later generations call the Chinese Miao Dao.

In his time, this kind of knife was a controlled knife, and it was difficult for ordinary people to touch it.

After crossing, as a government, wanting to have this knife is just a trivial matter.

Of course Zhang Song wanted to play with it.

Blacksmith Liu came over and offered the Miao Dao with both hands.

Zhang Song took it and took the knife out of its sheath. In an instant, a cold light shone everywhere, eye-catching.

"Good knife, master, get one for our patrol officers."

As a warrior, Zhao Wu naturally loves weapons.

Seeing Miao Dao, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Do you want to eat fart?"

It's not that he doesn't want to do it, but that the world is settled.There is no need to make the knives of patrol officers so high-end.

Lest someone report to the court that he made weapons without authorization.

After all, the guard's sword is the one appointed by the imperial court.

Revise their knives, it is yellow mud that drops pants, not shit or shit.

What he should do, Zhang Song naturally dared to do it.He would not do such a thing that would obviously be caught.

"Good master!" Zhao Wu could only leave in resentment.

After paying Blacksmith Liu the money, Zhang Song began to play.

"Master, this knife is very powerful, but it is too long. If it is in a narrow place, it is not as good as my kitchen knife." Yuchan said with her chin in her jade hand.

"My lord, I'm not going to arrest the bandits myself, I want this knife just for fun." Zhang Song rolled his eyes and said.

"That's right, you saw that old man go to catch the bandits himself?" Zhao Yuhe also scolded Yuchan.

After playing for a while, Zhang Song put the knife away.

At this time, the system prompts to get a little sign-in value.

"?" Zhang Song didn't understand. He didn't sign in at all, so how could he get the sign-in value?
The sign-in he understands is to lie down on the easy chair, eat hot pot, drink beer, and eat iced black tea, and tap once a day to get rewards.

"This system is based on the sign-in value given by you playing the Miaodao. The so-called sign-in, completing some tasks is also called sign-in."

What the system said made Zhang Song not suddenly realize, but even more inexplicable.

Before signing in every day, the rewards given by the system were still very generous, but now there are fewer and fewer rewards, and only a little experience is given
"Before was before, now is now. You can get experience before, but now you can't get experience. Before this system was version 0.0, now it is version 1.0, is it the same?"

That's right, I never figured it out before.

What kind of sign-in system is this?
It's clearly a garbage system.

"In short, this system is a genuine sign-in system. You have to upgrade this system, and the things you get are amazing. Work hard..." After finishing speaking, the system disappeared again.

Zhang Song sighed, planning to have a tea party at night.

Summon house slaves, house servants, servants, handmaidens to hear him tell stories.

Last time he talked about Sun Wukong beating the bone spirit three times, and Wukong was severed by Sanzang from the master-student relationship.

This time he wants to talk about the second senior brother Bajie going back to rescue soldiers.

At night, Zhang Song's tea party and Zhang Song's Miao knife during the day were described to Mao Xiang by the Jin Yiwei who was hiding in the dark.

Mao Xiang organized it into a memorial and handed it to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang strolled around the afternoon street and heard a lot about Zhang Song.

It's all a good thing, none of the common people said anything wrong with Zhang Song.

He is bored.

Does such an official really have two minds?

When he saw Mao Xiang's memorial on the table, he felt joy in his heart.

"It seems that Mao Xiang has found Zhang Song's loophole!" With a touch of luck, he opened the memorial.

After reading it, Zhu Yuanzhang was disappointed.

"Mao Xiang, come in!" Zhu Yuanzhang's tone was very bad.

Mao Xiang came in and asked tremblingly, "Your Majesty?"

"What does this guy do all day long?"

"Yes, Liuhe County is well managed by him, and Mr. Zhang seems very boring all day long."

"His mother's legs, I don't have such a leisurely life every day, say leisurely, it's just these two days!" Zhu Yuanzhang became more and more angry when he thought about it.His majestic emperor of the Ming Empire, when he was in the court, was busy all the time, and sometimes he didn't have time to eat!
This kid eats and drinks all day long, and even holds a tea party and tells stories at night!
This little day is really the rumored fairy life!
Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang was angry, Mao Xiang asked speculatively: "Your Majesty, he forged the Miao Dao privately. This is because he has evil intentions. Should he be punished according to this crime?"

"What is this matter? I don't know why I don't want to kill him. If I really wanted to kill him, his head would have hung at the gate of the county government a long time ago!"

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed.

Zhu Hao had sneaked in a long time ago, and after hearing this, he said to Zhu Yuanzhang: "Grandpa... Liuhe County is governed so well by County Magistrate Zhang, so he is clearly a good official? I don't know why Grandpa Huang is angry with him? "

"Grandson, you are very clever. When did you come in?" Zhu Yuanzhang smiled when he saw Zhu Hao.

"Come in a long time ago, grandpa eats this." Zhu Hao took out a black object and handed it to Zhu Yuanzhang.

When Zhu Yuanzhang saw this black bump, he frowned into the word "Chuan" and asked, "Where did the donkey dung come from, grandson?"

"Grandfather, this is a potato."