Daming prepares the emperor

Zhu Biao didn't know whether there were dragons in the lake or not.

And he probably doesn't have the ability and time to figure it out now.

After saying those few words, Wupin dragged his third younger brother and eldest brother, plus two sparrows flying in the sky, back to the island in the lake, leaving only Zhu Biao with a few water marks floating on the lake surface, and the other two. There are feathers that fall to the ground.

Looking at it, I really wanted to stay for a while longer, but I had to leave. It seemed that someone was urging me hard, and my words revealed a respectful, flattering, and somewhat fearful attitude, which was really strange.

After Mu Ying woke up, she didn't mention any monsters at all, and she didn't even know that she passed out. She looked at Zhu Biao and asked him if he wanted to go boating.

Mu Ying looked at Zhu Biao with wide eyes expectantly.

Zhu Biao sighed: "... let's forget about today, brother, let's eat."

The tortoise said that he needed to please Zhu Yuanzhang, because he was full of popularity and evil spirit, because he was expected by everyone and he was also a marshal. He led troops to fight and galloped on the battlefield. Mu Ying also joined the army, so it should not be bad.

But Mu Ying is only 12 years old now. As Zhu Yuanzhang's adopted son, although he has a high status in the army, it is only a high status in the hearts of the people. The actual official position is not big, and the battles he participated in are limited. , did not gather popularity and evil spirits.

After all, he is not the future Prince Mu of Yunnan.

The above are all Zhu Biao's own conjectures. He doesn't have systematic knowledge now, so he can't figure out whether it is Mu Ying's problem, or the turtle's way is too deep, or there may be some magic weapon in it...

He really desperately needs a master to guide him to understand these gods and ghosts.

Roast duck, beggar chicken, pastries and tea were all there, and the carp was dragged by the turtle. Although it was greedy, it seemed to be very polite. It swam away obediently without moving its fins or tail.

After the two of them had a meal, Mu Ying took Zhu Biao to herd horses by the lake, and even took him to identify several edible wild vegetables.

"I was adopted by my adoptive father when I was eight years old. I fled with my mother before. At that time, I ate everything." Mu Ying sighed, "The bark on the book was also peeled, and the willow leaves were eaten by others, not to mention wild dogs and birds. Even the dead..."

At this point, Mu Ying suddenly shut up, not wanting to say these words to Zhu Biao, but bent down and pulled a common wild vegetable from the ground to show him.

Knowledge that may not be used too much has increased.

With old Comrade Zhu around, Zhu Biao eats wild vegetables, probably only when he is remembering bitterness and thinking about sweetness.

They also saw a few fishing boats casting nets, sloping wooden houses on the bank and a few thatched huts from a distance, but they didn't go to disturb them. When the sun was about to set, they went back to the city by car.

Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma Xiuying sat in the hall early and waited. There were meals on the table, covered with a white gauze cover. As soon as they came back, the meal was ready.

Mu Ying stayed at the commander's mansion for dinner, and went back to the barracks in the evening.

After Mu Ying left, Zhu Biao told Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma Xiuying what happened in the lake. The two looked uncertain, but felt relieved.

The two of them are not stupid. One has read poetry and books, and the other has experienced wind and rain. He understands that his son really has talents and miracles that ordinary people cannot understand. , about not being retaliated against.

It's just that Zhu Yuanzhang still decided that until he finds an expert, Zhu Biao has to sleep with him at night, and help his son suppress monsters with his popularity and evil spirit that he has never heard of.

One night passed, good sleep and no dreams.

Zhu Biao was sleeping back into the cage, and old Comrade Zhu got up early, leaving him alone, and he could occupy the wooden bed in a big shape.

When it was almost time, that is to say, it was almost nine o'clock, Zhu Yuanzhang came back from the front hall to discuss matters, holding a large pile of things in his hands, walked into the study with big strides to put them down, came out of the study again, entered the bedroom, and opened the door. Quilt, lift Zhu Biao out.

Zhu Biao yawned: "Father?"

"Let's bring you a few books." Zhu Yuanzhang sat on the bedside, with a few books rolled up in his hand, "You take the time to ask your mother to read it to you. This is what my father ordered. searched here."

Zhu Biao still couldn't open his eyes, and squinted to look at the book stuffed into his arms in a daze.There are three books in total, one "Huainanzi", one "Shan Hai Jing", and one "Tai Ping Guang Ji", all of which are very common and basic books.

"Huainanzi" was written by Liu An, the king of Huainan in the Western Han Dynasty, and his disciples. Needless to say, "Shan Hai Jing" is an ancient and strange book, "Tai Ping Guang Ji" was written by 14 people in the Song Dynasty under the order of Song Taizong. It memorizes everything in it, and it is more like a storybook.

Comrade Lao Zhu was born with mud legs, and the brothers who followed the world are also mud legs. The family has no cultural background. After digging out the genealogy, the three generations of ancestors may not be able to read, and there is no piece of paper in the house. Books really depend on searching after the war.

"This book is very thick. We put a lot of it in the study room. You are holding the first volume. Remember to pick up the second one after you finish reading it."

"Father, is this book useful?" Zhu Biao sat on the bed hugging the quilt, fully awake, turned a few pages, and saw many strange pictures of strange animals.

"You ask us, who should we ask?" Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Baishi said it is useful, let's take a look first, it is better than nothing."

Comrade Lao Zhu has touched a field that is completely unfamiliar to him, and he has begun to grope with his bare hands. Now it is a time of troubled times, and most of the masters who have attained the Tao are hiding from the world and practicing, hiding in the deep mountains and old forests, and they can't be found for a while. In addition, this is a foreign race entering China Well, there are not many people who have joined the WTO and become officials outside, and they can't even touch the hair of a tall man.

Zhu Biao asked: "Father, you are so old, have you never seen a ghost?"

"Yes." Zhu Yuanzhang replied, "but I haven't seen a big one."

"big?"

"The big monster is so easy to find. We have some clues that are small, relying on your grandfather to tell us." Zhu Yuanzhang said, "For example, the scalper left gold and silver for the owner before he died, and the fox was about to be skinned. Shedding tears, or encountering evil spirits, children being dragged into the river by water ghosts and drowning, and other miscellaneous things."

"Dad, have you seen them all?"

"Almost." Old Comrade Zhu continued to put clothes on Zhu Biao, "For example—during the famine, your grandfather gave me dreams."

"what?"

"He told us to become monks and earn a living. If there is a chance in the future, we will join the army and fight for a better future for ourselves."

"Then grandpa is really very foresight!" Zhu Biao gave a thumbs up and praised.

"Another time, when we were guarding the lights in the temple, we saw the presiding Buddha beads jumping around in front of the case, like a bird."

At this time, Zhu Biao's clothes were also put on, and he hurriedly got down to the ground and asked, "Father, you mean that no matter what kind of thing can become a spirit?"

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "That's not true. Objects are used for a long time, and if they become popular, they will easily become refined."

Zhu Biao immediately said: "Father! I remember you told me that you were going to have dinner, didn't you!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was taken aback for a moment, then slapped Zhu Biao on the back of the head, and scolded with a smile: "Little bastard, that's called begging, do you understand? Begging."

"Oh." Zhu Biao nodded pretending to be very obedient, and asked, "Father, where is your bowl? Yes, is the bowl for almsgiving still there?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned again, opened his mouth and closed it again, and finally remembered: "Yes, it is probably your mother who took it..."

Zhu Biao said: "I'll bring it here!"

"Wait, what are you doing here?"

"It's your popularity."

Just kidding, how can there be no reason to become a master at the beginning of a bowl of bowls? After Comrade Zhu becomes the emperor, he will be a magic weapon anyway.

In the same way, there is also the rope that ends with a rope. Now this rope will definitely not exist, but if it exists, Zhu Biao believes that the rope that ends the life of an emperor and the luck of a dynasty must be a national treasure. is.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't refute it. Although his influence is not great now, he still has a bright future. Of course, he also thought that he would be very promising.

But what can the bowl be made into essence?Jump into the pot to scoop rice by yourself?

Or eat for yourself?

Zhu Biao didn't give Zhu Yuanzhang a chance to react at all. With short legs and these books in his hand, Zhu Biao went out of the door. Naturally, he followed five or six maids and went all the way to the yard to find Ma Xiuying.

There was an aroma in the yard, as if porridge was being cooked.

Ma Xiuying wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and she came out of the small kitchen wearing a bean green beanie with flower and bird patterns and a lake blue skirt. It seemed that she was the one who cooked the porridge.

"Biao'er? Why are you here? Come, come and have some porridge."

Zhu Biao walked over and asked, "Mother, look at these, this is the book my father found for me."

Ma Xiuying took a look and frowned, "Is this useful?"

Zhu Biao said honestly, "I don't know."

"I'll keep it first, and I'll read it to you tomorrow." Ma Xiuying said, "Speaking of which, there is still no arrangement for literacy. Mother will discuss it with your father at night, and I will ask you a master to read it first. Books, and I will invite famous Confucian scholars to teach in the future."

Zhu Biao nodded, held Ma Xiuying's hanging wide sleeves, and asked, "Mother, do you have the bowl that Dad used to beg for alms? I want to take it to Dad's room."

"What do you want it for?"

Ma Xiuying asked this question, but her legs started to move, and she went into the room to search for things.

When they left Hezhou, she and Li Li had almost packed their things. In the past few days, Zhu Yuanzhang's concubines and truckloads of luggage have all entered the mansion as follow-up troops.

Of course, there is Zhu Yuanzhang's bowl in it.

A very ordinary black earthenware bowl.

Of course Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't afford any good bowls at that time, it would be nice to have this one, after all, even chopsticks were made by breaking off branches from roadside trees.

"Mom, I took this bowl away."

Ma Xiuying smiled and said: "What are you in such a hurry for? Don't look at your father putting the bowl here, he is very nostalgic, you take it away - does your father know?"

"knew."

"Then, what is the use of this bowl?" Ma Xiuying squatted down and looked at the bowl that Zhu Biao took, "Biaoer, what did you see?"

"Not yet, when it makes any movement, I will tell mother."

Children are very energetic. Zhu Biao feels that he is like a salted fish in his previous life compared to the present. Maybe it also has the effect of the unscientific "Qi" in this unscientific world. Everyone is precocious, strong and energetic. Anyway, he Running from the front yard to the back yard doesn't feel tiring at all.

For example, Ma Xiuying, on the way she brought Zhu Biao, she picked up Zhu Biao and moved her place. Although Zhu Biao didn't ask, he felt that his mother might be able to carry the tripod...

When he went back, Zhu Yuanzhang had already left again.

There were several burly men guarding the door, and the maids who ran up and down with Zhu Biao could not enter. They could only wait at the door. Zhu Biao entered the yard alone, walked through the corridor, opened the door with great effort on tiptoe, and put the bowl on the table. on the table.

In an instant, clouds and mist rose everywhere.

This is the cloud and mist that others can't see, the scenery that others can't see.

There seemed to be a golden light flashing in Zhu Biao's eyes, which opened the door for him to separate the monsters, allowing him to see the magnificence that others could not discover.

Snow-colored clouds roll up from the four feet of the room, pass through the head of the bed, the corner of the table, and the legs of the stool, around the cabinet, the corner of the clothes, and the long sword. In the bowl.

No hands.

The bowl moved by itself.