Daming: Brother, there is no future for monks, let's rebel

I listened to storytelling for more than an hour, until the storyteller's voice became hoarse and he could no longer speak.

Everyone in the teahouse reluctantly let go of the happy but painful storyteller.

It was painful because, after talking for several hours, the storyteller's throat was so sore that he could hardly make a sound.

And happiness is because this story is so wonderful, even if it has many flaws.

But people who came into contact with the review for the first time were still fascinated by it.

As a result, he received a lot of rewards. The money from this reward alone was enough for him to live for several months in the past.

Now that the price of food in Datong Prefecture is soaring, it is enough for them to live well for a while.

Even if these rewards are shared with the teahouse, it is still a large amount of money.

Unlike Mr. Sai who was in a happy mood, all the guests in the teahouse were extremely depressed.

It's not that they weren't happy to hear it, it was because the story was so exciting and subtle.

That's why they are so depressed.

These storytellings were all revised by countless storytelling masters in later generations.

In order to hook the audience, almost every break can make people want to die.

Just so that people have to come back and listen to the story again.

So every time Lao Zhu and the audience in the teahouse felt that the book was cut off at the most critical point, which was extremely depressing.

"This King of England can be like this even if he makes a storytelling." On the way back, Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help complaining.

But this time, Gao Fei rarely stopped Zhu Yuanzhang.

You can tell from his expression that his thoughts are similar to Zhu Yuanzhang's.

Moreover, the performance of all the audiences listening to the book in the teahouse was no different from Zhu Yuanzhang.

"It always ends at such a crucial place. This storyteller is so abominable."

"I don't think it has anything to do with Mr. Storyteller, right? This "Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses" seems to have been created by His Royal Highness."

"His Royal Highness is good at everything. His storytelling is also very tight, but he always stops at the key point."

It seems that there is no other way to say His Royal Highness, but to say that His Royal Highness is a piece of shit.

Instead of being angry, everyone will applaud and feel the same.

"By the way, sir. Will this story be told in the refugee camp?"

"Of course." Gao Fei rolled his eyes: "And you don't even have to spend any money to listen to storytelling there, it's all free."

"And Lao Chang, let me tell you." Gao Fei suddenly looked mean: "The story behind is much more exciting than the one before. The further you go to the back, the more exciting it becomes."

Seeing his appearance, Zhu Yuanzhang was scratching his head and wanted to hear the rest of the story as soon as possible.

"Wait a minute... Sir, since you have already heard the rest, why are you still here to listen?"

"Isn't this nonsense?" Gao Fei glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang with contempt: "Because it sounds good, can't you listen to it again?"

I know, then there will be no one there, after Mr. Xi said the storytelling.

Lao Zhu asked Gao Fei about the time.

The next day, I guessed that storytelling would start at the refugee camp, so I went there early and waited.

However, after entering the refugee camp, Zhu Yuanzhang forgot to listen to storytelling for a while.

This refugee camp was completely different from the refugee camp he had remembered.

The streets were neat and tidy, with no corpses and no mess at all.

People were coming and going. Although the people were not particularly well dressed, many people's clothes were patched layer by layer.

But he couldn't see any despair or decadence in these people.

Even many people's faces are filled with hope and happiness.

Although I know that my brother is here in Datong Prefecture, many policies are being implemented to help these refugees.

But the effect was so good that Lao Zhu was a little surprised.

The wooden houses around are arranged neatly and cleanly.

If he hadn't clearly known that he was in Datong Mansion, Lao Zhu would have witnessed many tragic scenes all the way to Fucheng.

Lao Zhu probably suspected that there had never been any drought in Datong Mansion.

And this is not a refugee camp at all, but a town that is not inferior to many other cities.

"As expected of our younger brother." Zhu Yuanzhang smiled proudly.

As long as it is something done with sweat, no matter what kind of achievements he achieves, Zhu Yuanzhang will not be afraid at all.

How can Lao Zhu not know what his brother’s character is like?If Zhu Han really wanted to be emperor, he wouldn't even need to rebel, he could just abdicate the throne to Zhu Han.

It's a pity that my brother has no idea in this regard at all. Not only does he not want to be an emperor, but he also thinks that the emperor is exhausted and has no fun at all.

The only pity is that this time Lao Zhu just came to check on the situation, so he didn't bring the horse back.

Lao Zhu can be sure that his queen absolutely loves this place.

While walking, suddenly there was a commotion in front of me. Someone was banging the gong hard: "We are recruiting workers. We are recruiting workers. If you want to find a job, come here quickly."

With a hula, the surrounding people rushed towards the direction of the gong sound like a tide.

Zhu Yuanzhang spent a lot of effort, and even a few experts nearby who put on makeup to protect him secretly helped, and then he barely squeezed out of the crowd.

This scene made Zhu Yuanzhang feel that these people were indeed ordinary people affected by the disaster.

As long as they can have work and make money, they don't care about anything else.

On the private side, the place for storytelling is a specially designated square in the middle.

When Lao Zhu came here, a lot of people had already gathered.

A high platform was built in the middle of the square, and a very young man was preparing on it.

Apart from this young man, there was no one else on the high platform.

Seeing this scene, Lao Zhu felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart.

Could it be that this young man is the storyteller here?
Lao Zhu very much hoped that he had guessed wrong, but the reality was cruel.

After getting ready, the young man raised a big horn.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Our performance today will officially begin now."

"Today we talked about..."

This young man said that the level of storytelling was not even worse than that of the storyteller Lao Zhu heard yesterday.

Maybe it was because there were more people here listening to storytelling, so in order for everyone to hear clearly, he had to shout as hard as he could through the loudspeakers.

And because everyone listens to storytelling, naturally it is impossible for everyone to listen quietly.

Some children began to fight with each other while listening, and the adults would whisper about the plot from time to time.

Or maybe talk about some family disputes.

Although the young man's voice is not quiet, coupled with the amplification of the loudspeaker, it can suppress the voices of these people.

But in order to achieve this level, he basically couldn't do anything besides shouting at the top of his lungs.At most, it can be done without making mistakes, and all the contents of storytelling can be read down.

As for performing various performances to make storytelling more lively and interesting, don't expect anything else.

No wonder Gao Fei had already heard of storytelling, but he still wanted to go to Fucheng to listen to it again.

Such a wonderful story sounds a little too disappointing.

So after only listening for a while, Zhu Yuanzhang became bored.

He simply left the crowd and wandered around the refugee camp.

There seemed to be more people here than in Yanjing City, and almost everyone seemed extremely busy.

Lao Zhu could see that many houses were being built in the distance.

The drought in Datong will continue for some time. It is foreseeable that more and more people will come to Datong for refuge in the future.

Therefore, Zhu Han never stopped building the refugee camp.

In addition, some work-for-relief projects built by the imperial court, and many businessmen came to Datong Prefecture to build workshops and recruit workers because of the attraction of sweating.

It can be said that almost everyone here who can move has a job.

Of course, there are not completely disharmonious people.

After taking only two steps, Zhu Yuanzhang heard a quarrel.

"Wei San'er, you said that you, a man of dignity, have both hands and feet, are you prepared to eat like this every day and wait to die?"

Another lazy voice sounded: "It's too ugly for you to say this. What do you mean by eating and waiting to die?"

"We are refugees now. We can't carry it on our shoulders or lift it with our hands. The court actually wants us to work. It just wants to exhaust us to death."

The person who accused Wei San'er became even more angry: "What are you talking about? As a great man, do you still expect the court to support you?"

"There are so many projects in our refugee camp so that we people can support ourselves with our own hands. As long as we are willing to work, we can at least save some money."

“With money on hand, whether it’s in the future or when I return home, I won’t have to worry about going hungry.”

"I'm not hungry now." Wei Saner chuckled: "Anyway, the court can't just watch me starve to death, right?"

"I don't have any pursuits. I just have a bowl of porridge a day."

"You..." Why did the person get so angry that he died?

It can be seen that if it was not his duty, this guy might just start beating people.

Many people around him couldn't bear to look at it, and they all accused him.

"What you said is too unconscionable. In previous years, if there was a famine like this, the imperial court would still care about us ordinary people."

"This is the Ming Dynasty, and it can still find a way to give us a bite to eat. Not only do you not know how to cherish it, but you are still taking advantage here. It's not enough."

"You're so lazy, why don't you just do it? Forget it, I've opened my eyes today to see someone like you."

Facing the accusations from these people, Wei Saner was not afraid.

"What? I just don't want to work, what's wrong with you?"

"If the court doesn't care about me, the worst I can do is starve to death. Anyway, if I die, I will die."

"You guys are all the same. If you want to do the work, do it yourself. Don't expect me to be driven by others like you idiots."

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned. It was not that he had never seen meat on a hob before, but this was the first time he had seen such shameless meat on a hob.

With Lao Zhu's temper, if anyone dared to behave like this in front of him.

Lao Zhu is a person who can't get rid of the dirt in his eyes. He dares to behave and roll around in front of him.

Row.

Since this guy wanted to die, Lao Zhu decided to satisfy this guy.

The expert who was protecting him next to him winked, and then raised his eyebrows at Wei San'er.

The expert who protected Zhu Yuanzhang immediately understood what he meant.

He nodded slightly and made a gesture of acceptance.

Then he strode out of the crowd and said, "You're such a scoundrel. You don't even know what kind of place this is. How dare you act mischievously here."

"Since you want to die, we will grant your wish today."

As he spoke, he raised the casserole and hit the rogue with his big fist.

Seeing this scene, many people around could not help but shout.

"Well done!"

"You can't look down upon this kind of person."

"I have long disliked him. Everyone else is working, but he, who has sound limbs, shamelessly goes to receive relief every day."

But the official who was so angry by Wei San'er that he almost vomited blood.

But he hurriedly ran out and hugged the arm of Zhu Yuanzhang's bodyguard: "This strong man must not do it."

"Although this man is a scoundrel, he will not die for his crime."

In order to prevent Zhu Yuanzhang's guards from continuing to take action, the senior official tightly hugged the guards' arms.

This official looked extremely thin, as if he were a woman.

His waist felt not as thick as the arms of Zhu Yuanzhang's bodyguard.

Even if he exerts all his strength, for Zhu Yuanzhang's bodyguard, his weak strength is simply pitiful.

With just a little bit of force, the official can be pushed away.

But at this time, the guard hesitated and looked at Zhu Yuanzhang helplessly, waiting for his order.

After all, Lao Zhu came to Weifu for a private visit, and no matter what he did, he had to be in a certain manner.

If no one stops him, people like Wei San will be killed.

But now that the officials were so excited to stop him, he still insisted on going his own way and forced to kill Wei San'er.

That also seemed too deliberate.

Any outrageous behavior may attract the attention of some people, thus affecting Zhu Yuanzhang's safety.

They all knew this very well, so they didn't dare to act rashly.

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and shook his head slightly, indicating that the guard did not need to continue.

For this official, even a scoundrel had to be protected. Zhu Yuanzhang only thought that he was a pedantic person, no different from Liu Song.

The guards often breathed a sigh of relief after receiving Zhu Yuanzhang's order.

He snorted coldly and said, "If this lord hadn't interceded for you, I would have killed you scoundrel today."

When Zhu Yuanzhang's guards took action just now, Wei San'er was so frightened that he froze.

But now that I see WHO being blocked by that official, why do I suddenly feel proud again?

He raised his head like a dogfight and pointed at his own head and said: "Who can't just talk about it? If you have the ability, do it. If you come here and frown, I am your son." (End of Chapter)