"Who invented the idea of building steps outside the door? I'm going to scold him to death!" Chen Biao covered the big bump on the back of his head and roared like a tiger cub.
Zhu Yuanzhang was so anxious that he wiped his tears: "Scold, scold, scold! Dad will help you scold! Doctor! Doctor! Please help my son Biao'er to see his head! If you can't do it well, I will chop you off!"
Chen Biao grabbed the heavenly book from his arms and slammed it into Zhu Yuanzhang's face, then put it back into his arms: "Don't talk to the doctor like that! What are you chopping? Doctors can cure diseases, but they can't save lives. If they can't cure diseases, they will be killed. Who would dare to study medicine in the future?!"
Chen Biao endured the headache and stood up from the couch, bowing to the white-bearded doctor: "Doctor, I'm sorry, my father didn't think before he spoke, I apologize on my father's behalf..."
Everyone in the room was very worried about Chen Biao, and seeing this, they all looked at Zhu Yuanzhang with condemning eyes.
Marshal! Look at your son! Can you learn from him?
Zhu Yuanzhang said awkwardly, "I, I, I was just too nervous. I'm sorry, doctor... Biao'er, please give your father some face!"
Chen Biao put his hands on his hips and said, "On such a matter of right and wrong! Neither you nor I have face! ... Ouch, my head feels dizzy."
Chen Biao fell down on the couch, holding his head with his hands.
The doctor was originally frightened by Zhu Yuanzhang, but Chen Biao's apology made him laugh, and he felt very fond of the boy.
He immediately held Chen Biao in his arms, touched the big bump on the back of Chen Biao's head, rubbed it, and even put his head close to Chen Biao's head to listen, and then said: "Fortunately, there is no damage to the bones or internal organs."
After the doctor finished speaking, he talked about his studies for a long time before starting to prescribe medicine and provide treatment.
Chen Biao buried his face in the soft cotton pillow, revealing a big bump on the back of his head, and asked the doctor to give him acupuncture to disperse the blood clot.
He didn't quite understand what the doctor said, but based on his limited medical knowledge, he judged that he just had a concussion, and if he rested well and let the blood clot on his head go away, he would be fine.
Children's heads are soft, so if they fall occasionally, it's fine as long as there are no broken bones.
The doctor was worried that Chen Biao would cry.
Chen Biao did shed a few tears when the needles were stuck in his head. But he bit the cotton pillow tightly with his mouth, and did not make a sound even though his head was covered with dense silver needles.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the silver needles all over Chen Biao's head, his eyes turned black, and he was saved from fainting by the support of Li Zhen.
When he was injured, he didn't even frown when the military doctor scraped his bones to treat his wound. Now he was fainting because of the silver needles stuck in his son's head.
The doctor couldn't help but praise him: "This is the first time I've seen a child not cry or make a fuss during an acupuncture treatment."
Chen Biao spit out the pillow he was biting, turned his head slightly, and gave the doctor a weak smile with tears in his eyes: "Thank you, thank you for the compliment."
When he turned around, the long, thin silver needle on his head swayed slightly.
Zhu Yuanzhang shuddered, looked away, felt dizzy, and dared not look again.
The doctor felt distressed and wanted to laugh: "Don't thank me. Just bear with it for a while, it will be fine soon."
Seeing his father covering his eyes, Chen Biao shook his head playfully and said, "It won't hurt once the needle goes in."
Zhu Yuanzhang took a breath and said, "Don't shake, don't shake! Be careful!"
Chen Biao shook mischievously again.
Zhu Yuanzhang roared, "Biao'er! If you act naughty again, I'll tell your mother!"
Chen Biao made a face at his father before lying back on the pillow obediently.
The doctor looked at Zhu Yuanzhang, then at the child lying on the pillow, and couldn't help sighing in his heart. This child was really too filial. He was still injured, and when he saw his father was sad, he deliberately acted naughty to make his father happy.
Others thought so too. Li Baoer, who was more emotional, kept wiping away tears.
Only Zhu Yuanzhang and his son Chen Biao knew that filial piety was bullshit and Chen Biao was deliberately provoking Zhu Yuanzhang.
After Chen Biao’s headache and dizziness subsided, he fell asleep while lying down with silver needles all over his head.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Chen Biao's little face slightly tilted to one side, his little mouth slightly open, and he was actually drooling in his sleep. He was so angry that he wanted to poke Chen Biao with his finger to wake him up.
Li Zhen immediately grabbed Zhu Yuanzhang's mischievous hand and glared at him with disapproval.
Li Zhen was a man of tolerant and cautious character. Although he had helped the young Zhu Yuanzhang many times, without whom Zhu Yuanzhang would have starved to death, he never sought repayment for his kindness, nor did he use his relationship with Zhu Yuanzhang to profit for himself. Zhu Yuanzhang respected him greatly.
When Li Zhen rarely showed the aura of a brother-in-law, Zhu Yuanzhang shrank his neck and obediently withdrew his hand: "This child, I was so worried, he actually fell asleep."
Li Zhen said, "If he's in so much pain that he can't sleep, then you should be worried."
Everyone present nodded vigorously, even Zhu Yuanzhang's two adopted sons nodded frantically.
The doctor said, "It's a good thing he can sleep. The medicine I prescribed is a bit bitter. If he can't drink it, let me know and I can adjust the prescription."
Zhu Yuanzhang asked anxiously, "Why not just use a less bitter medicine?"
The doctor was helpless: "Good medicine tastes bitter. Medicine that is not bitter is not as effective as bitter medicine."
Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and asked, "Is there no medicine that is not bitter and effective?"
Li Zhen said, "Guorui! Don't embarrass the doctor! If he had it, why prescribe it for you?"
Zhu Yuanzhang: "...Yeah, that's right."
He remembered what Chen Biao had said before and bowed to the doctor: "I'm sorry, I was so anxious that I lost my mind."
The doctor shook his head: "Nothing."
He was used to his boss's bad temper. He never expected that the boss would be so good-tempered and even apologize to his son.
The doctor took a deep look at the child in the crib.
Today, the Marshal was so anxious when he saw the child injured that he carried him to save people, revealing his son's identity. From now on, he might only be able to stay with the Marshal as a doctor.
The doctor sighed softly in his heart and resigned himself to going next door to boil medicine.
When Chen Biao woke up, Zhu Yuanzhang brought a bowl of bitter medicine and wanted to feed it to his son personally.
Chen Biao was very moved, and then firmly rejected Zhu Yuanzhang.
His father's clumsy hands and feet, how could he feed him medicine? I'm afraid he would choke to death.
Chen Biao held the medicine bowl at just the right temperature, took a sip, frowned and retched, then continued drinking.
After finishing a bowl of medicine, he stuffed the bowl to Zhu Yuanzhang, took the honey water from Li Zhen's hand, and gulped it down: "I'm alive again, burp! The medicine is so bitter!"
Zhu Yuanzhang said seriously: "Good medicine tastes bitter."
Li Zhen glanced at Zhu Yuanzhang. "Now you know that good medicine tastes bitter. Why did you make things difficult for the doctor before?"
"I know, I know I have to complain." Chen Biao continued to howl, "The medicine is so bitter!"
Zhu Yuanzhang was helpless: "Hmm, hmm, it's so bitter. What do you want to eat? Dad asked the chef to make you something delicious."
Chen Biao rubbed the fat on his belly and said sadly, "Dad, I've rolled on the ground several times this month."
Zhu Yuanzhang felt guilty and said, "Yeah." He began to reflect.
Chen Biao frowned: "Am I too round?"
Zhu Yuanzhang sincerely admitted his mistake: "It's Dad's fault...ah? What?"
Chen Biao pinched his small waist and said, "Although I haven't reached the stage of growing up yet, it's normal for me to be fat, but shouldn't I also increase my exercise? What if I become this round in the future?"
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Round is good, round means good fortune!"
Chen Biao rolled his eyes at his father. What a blessing! He didn't want to become a fat man.
It’s decided that from tomorrow on, he will do radio gymnastics to exercise every day!
"Hmm, why am I sleepy again?" Chen Biao rubbed his eyes.
Li Zhen said, "The medicine has a soothing effect. Sleep if you feel sleepy. I'll call you when the meal is ready."
Chen Biao yawned: "Ah, okay."
Looking at his son who had fallen asleep again, Zhu Yuanzhang reached out his hand cautiously.
Li Zhen quickly stopped him: "What are you doing?"
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the corner of the heavenly book sticking out from his son's arms and hesitantly said, "I didn't intend to do anything."
Li Zhen lowered her voice and said, "I just heard Bao'er say that you went crazy after reading the heavenly book?"
Zhu Yuanzhang said awkwardly, "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little excited."
Li Zhen said, "I don't know what's written in the Heavenly Book that has you so agitated, but you'd better ask Biao'er for his opinion. If something happens to you after you read the Heavenly Book, what will you do with Biao'er and your wife?"
Zhu Yuanzhang withdrew his hand and said dejectedly, "Okay."
Li Zhen thought for a moment and said, "When Biaoer came to see you, he said he was worried that you would leak the contents of the Heavenly Book to Marshal Zhu. Judging from Biaoer's reaction at the time, he was simply worried that Marshal Zhu would read the book and wipe out the entire Chen family. So after Biaoer wakes up, if you beg him and promise that you won't leak the book to Marshal Zhu, he should agree to let you continue reading it."
Zhu Yuanzhang pointed at himself and said, "But I am Marshal Zhu."
Li Zhen raised her eyelids and asked, "Aren't you Chen Guorui?"
Zhu Yuanzhang lowered his head and thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously: "Yes, I am Chen Guorui!"
A smile so faint that it was almost invisible appeared on Li Zhen's lips. He patted Zhu Yuanzhang's shoulder, took the medicine bowl from Zhu Yuanzhang's hand, turned and left.
Zhu Yuanzhang supported his chin with his hand and looked at his son's obedient sleeping face.
As he watched, he suddenly felt sleepy, so he kicked off his shoes and socks, took off his coat, pushed his son aside, and lay down on the couch.
Chen Biao, who was half asleep, muttered a few words, squirmed, and made half of the seat available to his father.
After Zhu Yuanzhang lay down, Chen Biao rolled over into Zhu Yuanzhang's arms despite the hot weather.
Zhu Yuanzhang hugged his son with one hand and fell asleep with his legs spread out.
At this moment, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, and the sky, which had turned cloudy yesterday when Yangzhou people were commemorating the event, finally began to rain.
That year, there was a severe drought throughout the country, and the wetlands of Jiangsu and Zhejiang had not seen rain for many days. They relied entirely on the water from rivers, lakes and seas to survive.
During the war, the existing water conservancy facilities had fallen into disrepair. How much land could farmers irrigate with just the water they carried on their shoulders and hands? Moreover, with war and chaos everywhere, they could easily encounter bandits if they ventured even a little further.
The memorial service was over, but the only 18 remaining Yangzhou families still came to the stone tablet the next day and silently burned paper money for their neighbors and fellow villagers under the cypress forest.
When thunder sounded in the sky, they looked up and the rain fell on their faces, first cold and then warm.
"It's raining..."
"It hasn't rained for over a month, right?"
"Did the Dragon King finally show himself?"
"We didn't pray to the Dragon King for rain, so how could he suddenly appear?"
Several Red Turban Army soldiers ran over and handed them bark raincoats: "You are not in good health. Don't catch a cold after having finally made it through."
The few remaining elderly people in Yangzhou City took the raincoats and kept expressing their gratitude.
A Red Turban soldier looked up at the sky and said, "Have they finally cried? It would be good if they could cry. If they cry, they can ascend to heaven."
The elderly people in Yangzhou were stunned. They looked up again.
Today's rain is actually a sunshower.
The rain was very dense, but the sun was able to shine through the gaps in the clouds, and each rain curtain reflected the colors of the rainbow. Looking at the dark clouds in the sky through the rain curtain, it seemed as if the dark clouds had turned into colorful auspicious clouds.
The old people wore straw raincoats, faced the sky, and let the warm raindrops flow down their cheeks.
"Y-yes, they finally cried out of joy!"
Boom, another thunder.
Song Lian and Ye Zheng, wearing straw raincoats and cloaks and holding yellow paper, were also planning to come to the stone tablet to pay their respects when they saw this scene.
Since the Han Dynasty, Confucian scholars have believed in the theory of the interaction between heaven and man.
The severe drought in the world is due to Yuan’s lack of virtue.
Was the rain in Yangzhou a response from God to Zhu Yuanzhang’s ambition?
"Mr. Song, Mr. Ye, the rain is getting heavier. Shouldn't we take shelter first?" Chang Yuchun was worried that these two important writers would get sick from the rain, so he advised.
Song Lian was aloof and because of Chang Yuchun's bandit background and his bad impression of Lan Yu that day, he ignored Chang Yuchun and just nodded slightly.
Ye Zheng traveled around the country teaching and lecturing in small towns and villages, and was very tolerant of people like Chang Yuchun who had committed minor offenses. He believed that these people were the ones who needed education the most to prevent them from committing greater evils in the future.
So, he suggested, "General Chang, do you think this rain is due to the great wish made by Marshal Zhu?"
Chang Yuchun was puzzled: "Grand aspiration?"
Ye Zheng said, "I heard that General Chang was once an ordinary farmer. Even if thieves don't have to worry about food and clothing, if they are forced into a desperate situation, I guess not many people would be willing to do such a bloody job."
Chang Yuchun said, "That's natural."
Ye Zheng said, "People won't become evil ghosts willingly unless they are forced into a desperate situation. Marshal Zhu made a great wish, hoping that no one in this world would be forced into a desperate situation and become an evil ghost unwillingly."
Chang Yuchun looked up at the sky, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter anything.
When he defected to Zhu Yuanzhang, he told Zhu Yuanzhang that he believed Zhu Yuanzhang was a man of great talent and strategy, and wanted to follow Zhu Yuanzhang to seek a future.
But what he didn't tell Zhu Yuanzhang was that when he followed Liu Ju to loot everywhere, he encountered the Yuan army, the Red Turban Army led by others, Xu Shouhui's army, Zhang Shicheng's army, Han Song's army... Those armies were no different from bandits like him.
However, when he arrived in Hezhou and encountered Zhu Yuanzhang's army attacking Hezhou, he found that Zhu Yuanzhang's army was disciplined and did not harm the people. So he decided to support Zhu Yuanzhang.
Chang Yuchun originally thought that Zhu Yuanzhang's ability to control his subordinates and prevent them from acting like bandits was a sign of great ambition. That's when he decided on Zhu Yuanzhang.
Is this really the case?
Even so, why did he think that Zhu Yuanzhang's love for the people was a great ambition?
The increasingly heavy raindrops brought Chang Yuchun back to his senses.
He looked at Ye Zheng and bowed to him: "Sir, if I want to start reading from now on, which book should I start with?"
A smile appeared on Ye Zheng's face, and Song Lian also turned his gaze to Chang Yuchun.
Ye Zheng said, "General, can you read? If not, perhaps you could ask Lord Li to borrow the literacy booklet that Chen Jia Biaoer drew for me. Don't underestimate Biaoer's age. Even I never thought of creating such an interesting enlightenment book."
Song Lian interrupted, "The literacy booklet Biao'er made actually tells historical stories. For ordinary children, perhaps the Three Character Classic or the Thousand Character Classic would be a more appropriate starting point. But the general reads to gain understanding, so perhaps using history as a mirror and supplementing it with the classics would be more useful."
Lan Yu couldn't help but say, "Chen Biao is only five years old!"
Song Lian said coldly, "When three people walk together, there must be one who can be my teacher. Even if it's a five-year-old child, if he has strengths that surpass others, why not take him as my teacher? The general can't read, but Biao'er has been studying for several years."
Lan Yu: "But..."
"Lan Yu!" Chang Yuchun stopped him, "Mr. Li intends to have Biaoer teach the children of military generals. You will become his student in the future, so don't talk nonsense!"
Lan Yuru was struck by lightning.
Me? A five-year-old? Teaching?
Me, me, me…!!!
Chang Yuchun said, "Thank you, Mr. Ye and Mr. Song, for your guidance. I will return to Yingtian and immediately borrow the book from Mr. Li."
He paused, remembering the rumors in the army that Chen Guorui had arrived in Yangzhou and was living next door to Xu Da. Perhaps he could go directly to see Chen Guorui.
Song Lian nodded to Chang Yuchun: "It's good that you have this kind of character."
Then he looked at Lan Yu again.
Rotten wood!
Ye Zheng also smiled at Chang Yuchun and said, "The rain is getting heavy, General Chang, let's go back first."
Then he also looked at Lan Yu.
Rotten wood!
Lan Yu: “…”
Although he couldn't hear what the other person was thinking, he saw the contempt in the other person's eyes.
Lan Yu followed Chang Yuchun as a small bandit since he was old enough to run and jump, and later followed Chang Yuchun as a soldier, living a life on the edge of a knife.
After much difficulty, his brother-in-law became the Grand Marshal, and his life would become better in the future. The second generation of the Red Turban Army who looked down on him also regarded him as a friend and were willing to take him out to play.
As a result, the first time he acted arrogantly at the instigation of his good brother, he was beaten up.
His brother-in-law was disappointed in him, the Marshal had a bad impression of him, and even the new soldiers in the army hated him.
Lan Yu, who is only fifteen years old, is now full of confusion.
…
The sound of thunder and rain woke Chen Biao up.
He kicked Zhu Yuanzhang who was holding him tightly.
Not kicked away.
So he reached out and pinched Zhu Yuanzhang's nose.
After a few humming sounds, Zhu Yuanzhang woke up with a start: "Biao'er! You are naughty again!"
Before he even opened his eyes, Zhu Yuanzhang knew it was his son who was causing trouble.
Chen Biao pushed himself out of Zhu Yuanzhang's arms and said, "It's so hot, and you're holding me so tight, you're trying to kill me with the heat. Hey! Dad! It's raining, it's raining, it's raining!"
Zhu Yuanzhang jumped up from the bed, picked up his son with his right hand, and rushed out the door, his eyes wide open with joy: "It's really raining!"
Seeing that it was raining heavily, Zhu Yuanzhang was so happy that he danced a strange dance on his son's head.
In Jiangsu and Zhejiang, most crops are harvested twice a year. The early rice has been harvested, and the late rice is about to be planted.
Raising and transplanting rice seedlings both consume a lot of water, and Zhu Yuanzhang was so anxious that he withdrew his troops and took them to dig canals. This rain would alleviate the drought during the late rice planting period, and a good rice harvest in the second half of the year would be guaranteed.
This time, Chen Biao didn't mind Zhu Yuanzhang's thick neck, which made sitting uncomfortable. He held Zhu Yuanzhang's head in his arms, his two short legs dangling from his chest, swaying as if they were dancing. "We're just about to reclaim the barren land near Yangzhou City. Rain will save us a lot of trouble! Dad, go tell Marshal Zhu to quickly gather the refugees and divide the land!"
Zhu Yuanzhang nodded vigorously: "I'm already calling them!"
The big and small had fun for a while, and only stopped when Li Zhen came to have dinner with them.
Children have strong recovery abilities. Chen Biao slept for a while, and although the swelling on his head hadn't gone away yet, he felt fine.
Ancient times were boring, with few entertainment activities. So Chen Biao ordered Zhu Yuanzhang to carry him to the study. Zhu Yuanzhang read, and Chen Biao listened while he wrote and calculated, helping Zhu Yuanzhang organize the account books.
Chen Biao complained, "Does Marshal Zhu have no one under him? Why are there more and more account books here?"
Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, "There really is no one left. There are too few people who can read and count. I have to do the work of two people."
Zhu Yuanzhang is referred to as "Marshal Zhu" and "Chen Guorui", which literally means one person is used as two people.
Chen Biao paused holding the brush and asked, "Didn't you tell the commander-in-chief about cultivating scholars in the army?"
Zhu Yuanzhang said, "I've already said that the Marshal has entrusted this matter to me. I have so much to do, and it's all piled up. Don't you think I have a clue?"
Chen Biao put down his brush and sighed, "You said you took on so many things, what will happen if you become more powerful than your boss in the future?"
Zhu Yuanzhang asked, "How many things do I have taken on as much as Mr. Li?"
Chen Biao thought of Li Shanchang's busy figure: "That's true... but you are also a military general. Military generals lead troops differently from civil officials."
Zhu Yuanzhang stretched out his arms, embraced his fat son and winked: "Biao'er, let me tell you, your Uncle Xu is actually a very powerful person."
Chen Biao asked, "How powerful is that? Are you going to tell me that Uncle Xu has another name outside, Xu Da?"
Zhu Yuanzhang: “…”
Chen Biao: “?”
Zhu Yuanzhang rubbed his son's chubby face and asked, "How did you know?"
Chen Biao opened his mouth and his jaw almost cramped.
Zhu Yuanzhang manually helped Chen Biao close his mouth and said happily, "So you didn't know."
Chen Biao shook his head vigorously, making it look like a rattle.
Zhu Yuanzhang smirked, "It seems my immortal son isn't particularly clever after all. Listen, Xu Da, Xu Da, aren't they pronounced the same?"
Chen Biao was silent.
Yes, that's right! But...
"But you all call him Xu Da, Ah Da, and no one has ever said he is Marshal Xu Da." Chen Biao held his head. "Such an important matter, Xu Da is so famous, how come I have never heard of it? Uncle Xu is Marshal Xu Da? Are you deliberately hiding it from me?"
Zhu Yuanzhang thought to himself, of course I am hiding this from you on purpose.
In fact, the identities of Xu Da and Tang He did not need to be concealed, but Zhu Yuanzhang deliberately concealed their identities in order to tear off their identities and take the blame for himself when he was easily exposed.
Now that his beloved son had come to him, Zhu Yuanzhang wanted his son to take charge of the affairs of Yangzhou.
However, Zhu Yuanzhang's face was known to many people, so Chen Guorui's identity could not be shown to the public. Xu Da's identity as the Grand Marshal could be used.
Zhu Yuanzhang argued speciously: "Do I need to say this specifically? Who would say at home that I was doing that outside? Are you asking for a beating?"
Chen Biao thought of how his father and uncles would often spar with each other, and he was actually convinced.
Xu Da: I am the Grand Marshal Xu Da!
Tang Bayi and Chen Guorui: The person I beat up was Marshal Xu Da!
Chen Biao hugged his head tightly. "Stop hitting him, stop hitting him. If you keep hitting Generalissimo Xu Da, he'll become the Generalissimo of Heaven."
Zhu Yuanzhang said confidently, "Right? But Biao'er, you should have thought of it long ago. Our group of poor brothers from Huaixi originally had no names. When we came out to fight for the world, we must have changed our names. Guess who Tang Bayi is?"
Chen Biao held his head in his hands and said angrily, "Who else could be a Tang who was on good terms with Grand Marshal Xu Da? It's Tang He, a man who, with his merits, could have been made Grand Marshal, but because of his greed for wine, he repeatedly made mistakes in military affairs due to drunkenness, and now Chang Yuchun has overtaken him as a big fool."
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and picked up his son and threw him up: "Son, you are right, Tang He is a big fool!"
Chen Biao spread his limbs like a flying little turtle.
Zhu Yuanzhang was afraid of dropping his son, so he threw it very low. After catching Chen Biao, he said, "You should nag him more. This problem of his will definitely lead to serious trouble in the future."
Chen Biao rolled his eyes at his father: "The Marshal didn't say anything about him? You brothers didn't say anything about him? Is it useful? It's useless. So why do you think he will listen to me?"
Zhu Yuanzhang patted his head and said, "That's true. Forget it, forget about him. Anyway, Biao'er, don't worry. If the Marshal wants to execute those who are more meritorious than the master, he will kill your Uncle Li and Uncle Xu first. We can resign and run away when they are in trouble. There is still time."
The corners of Chen Biao's mouth twitched.
Dad, you have a good husband on your left and a good brother on your right, but you're just waiting for others to get into trouble and use them as alarms for you? When you say you're willing to die for your brothers, you mean you're going to stab them in both sides.
Chen Biao discovered for the first time that his father might be a fool. He hoped that his brothers had not yet discovered his true face.
"Okay, okay, we have Uncle Xu to support us, so you can be more unrestrained, Dad." Chen Biao thought that if Xu Da's daughter married Zhu Di and survived the court purge in Zhu Yuanzhang's later years and clung to the Xu family, she should have a good future, right?
Forget it, let's go to sea. Both Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di were tyrants. Serving a tyrant is like serving a tiger with rabies. Whether you can survive or not depends on fate.
Zhu Yuanzhang rubbed Chen Biao's head and said, "Isn't that right? With your Uncle Xu backing us up, Biao'er, you don't have to be too cautious. If anything happens, your Uncle Xu will help. This time, the affairs of Yangzhou are all under the responsibility of your Uncle Xu and me, so Biao'er, you..."
Chen Biao interrupted Zhu Yuanzhang and said in a long tone: "Hmm, hmm, hmm, let me help you? Okay~~~! I'll help~~~~!"
Zhu Yuanzhang was nervous: "Biao'er, why did you agree so quickly this time?"
Chen Biao was helpless: "Dad, Yangzhou is in such a miserable state. Even if your son is selfish and cautious, he still has a conscience, okay?"
Chen Biao patted his chest and accidentally knocked out the heavenly book.
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes suddenly widened.
Chen Biao quickly took the Heavenly Book in and said, "Dad, don't go crazy again!"
Zhu Yuanzhang said awkwardly, "I'm not crazy, I'm just a little excited."
Chen Biao was puzzled: "Dad, what did you see that made you so excited?"
Zhu Yuanzhang was silent for a moment, then said, "It's that historical materialism. I saw the passages that explain the class contradictions in feudal society... The text in the Heavenly Book is obscure and difficult to understand, but those passages are inexplicably easy to understand. Is it that the Heavenly Book is deliberately trying to make me understand it?"
Chen Biao was speechless: "Dad, the fact is, those paragraphs are just easy to understand."
Zhu Yuanzhang laughed: "Is that so? Alas, Biao'er, why can't this book be shown to the Marshal?"
Chen Biao patted the Heavenly Book and said, "Once you read this book, you'll understand. This book points to a future without an emperor. Marshal Zhu is going to be the emperor. You want him to overthrow his own dynasty? How many of our lives do we have enough for him to kill?"
Zhu Yuanzhang touched Chen Biao's head and said dejectedly, "Then why did you take out the Heavenly Book now?"
Chen Biao did not answer Zhu Yuanzhang's words, but opened the so-called heavenly book, pointed to the first paragraph, and explained to Zhu Yuanzhang the words that Zhu Yuanzhang did not understand.
Productivity, production relations, and historical events. As Chen Biao explained, the fog in Zhu Yuanzhang's head gradually dissipated, and his mood became more and more excited.
Chen Biao explained for more than an hour, drank several large glasses of water, and urinated several times during the process. Finally, he explained the simplest theory of historical materialism to Zhu Yuanzhang.
"Do you understand? Dad, this book is about the future, not the present. I wrote this book not for the Marshal or you, but for future generations hundreds of years from now." Chen Biao said coldly, "To put it bluntly, I wrote it for the people who will rise up again when Marshal Zhu's dynasty draws to a close."
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyelids twitched, and then he said dejectedly: "A few hundred years later... Marshal Zhu's dynasty will be destroyed."
Did the Zhu family at that time also become the bastard emperors of the Yuan Dynasty today?
Didn’t the fortune teller say that Biao’er could ensure that our Zhu family would prosper forever? Doesn’t eternal prosperity mean that we would be emperors forever?
Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head to clear his mind: "After reading this book, I think I understand why there is no dynasty that lasts forever."
Chen Biao raised his fat finger and shook it: "Not necessarily. The emperor of the neighboring Japanese island is the emperor of the dynasty that will last forever."
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up: "Really?!"
Chen Biao nodded: "Really."
He explained to Zhu Yuanzhang what the "eternal dynasty of emperors" meant. Zhu Yuanzhang clenched his big fist and placed it above Chen Biao's head. If he hadn't seen a bump on the back of Chen Biao's head, he would have definitely hit him with his big fist.
Is his son just teasing him?!
Chen Biao spread his hands and said, "Dad, just ask any Japanese pirate and you will know that I didn't lie to you."
"Oh." Zhu Yuanzhang held his son and rubbed his son's head hard, under the pretext of helping his son to smooth out the bumps on his head.
Chen Biao ignored Zhu Yuanzhang's sudden childishness and continued to explain historical materialism to him with the book open.
A superficial understanding would give his father too high expectations. If he explained it clearly, his father would know that the knowledge in the book was not useful now.
Chen Biao was young, and after talking for another half an hour, he began to doze off.
Zhu Yuanzhang tucked his son into bed, coaxed him to sleep, and then took the heavenly book to the next room to read.
He behaved very calmly and promised not to show the heavenly book to Marshal Zhu. Chen Biao then handed the unfinished heavenly book to Zhu Yuanzhang with confidence.
Zhu Yuanzhang opened the heavenly book and copied down what Chen Biao had taught him today.
"It's not for me, but for people hundreds of years later?" Zhu Yuanzhang frowned, very unwilling.
He hadn't even become emperor when he heard that his descendants would be destroyed in a few hundred years. So why didn't he destroy the Yuan emperor now and become the one to usher in a new era?
I feel very wronged.
"Oh." Zhu Yuanzhang put down his brush and slumped in his chair. He was so depressed that he couldn't calm down.
Let there be no more emperors in this world. Isn't it more exciting to create a new world than to be the founding emperor?
Look at that emperor. After the dynasty changed, no one recognized him anymore, and his tomb was dug up. If I were the first person to create the world, I would be like Confucius...
Wait, eternal prosperity, Confucius?!
Zhu Yuanzhang slammed the table, rushed into the bedroom excitedly, and woke up his sleeping baby son: "Biao'er, Biao'er! Wake up, wake up!"
Chen Biao: “Huh…Huh…”
Zhu Yuanzhang: "Biao'er!"
Chen Biao: “Huh…”
Zhu Yuanzhang pinched Chen Biao's nose.
Chen Biao opened his mouth: "Huff, huff, huff..."
Zhu Yuanzhang covered Chen Biao's mouth.
Chen Biao: "Huff, huff..."
Zhu Yuanzhang leaned close to Chen Biao's ear and shouted, "Biao'er! Marshal Zhu is going to exterminate our entire family!"
Chen Biao's eyes widened: "What?!"
Zhu Yuanzhang: "Hey, Biaoer, you are awake." He rubbed his hands.
Chen Biao: “?”
What do you mean awake? Don't you know whether I'm awake or asleep? What kind of "Chen Biao hasn't slept yet" is this?
Dad, I asked you to study, not learn this!
Chen Biao climbed up and struck a boxing stance: "Dad, you'd better have a good reason, otherwise, I will become the unfilial son who kills my father today!"
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Chen Biao's fierce and cute posture, leaned forward and made a gesture of admitting his mistake, then hugged his son and said excitedly: "Son, son, what do you say, let's both become Confucius?"
Chen Biao was practicing boxing on his father's belly while saying, "What Confucius? Dad, are you still asleep?"
Zhu Yuanzhang said, "I haven't even slept yet. What I mean is, if your book is disguised as Confucianism, can it help us become great sages? Look, Master Zhu is not Zhu Zi, we are Zhu... Chen Zi!"
Chen Biao shook his little fist. "Your goal is quite ambitious. Well, this time your idea coincides with mine. I do plan to use this book to become Chen Zi when I grow up. Only then, thousands of years from now, will those hunky men who fall from the sky read my book."
Zhu Yuanzhang said happily: "Add me in!"
Chen Biao said contemptuously: "What can you do?"
Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Didn't you say that the world described in this book took nearly a thousand years of productivity accumulation? It must have been an accumulation process, right? During this period of accumulation, weren't there corresponding ideas that we could use? Biaoer, Biaoer!"
Lift it up and shake it, lift it up and shake it.
Chen Biao kicked his short legs randomly: "Even if you shake me, I won't drop the treasure chest... Stop shaking, stop shaking, there is, there is, there is something suitable for us now!"
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes lit up and he said, "Then let's do it now..."
Chen Biao: "Then let's go to bed now!"
Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widened: "Huh?!"
Chen Biao gritted his teeth and said, "Why are you making such a fuss so late at night? Do what you need to do tomorrow!"
Zhu Yuanzhang: "But Biao'er, Chen Zi, we want to become Chen Zi! Such an exciting thing..."
Chen Biao said, "No matter how exciting the task is, it must be done tomorrow! Go to sleep! If you bother me again, I won't tell you anything. Just sit there and worry about it with half a heavenly book in your hand!"
Zhu Yuanzhang: "Biao'er!"
Chen Biao: "Your Biao'er has fallen asleep!"
Zhu Yuanzhang: "But I can't sleep..."
Chen Biao: "You can go run a few laps outside, and you'll fall asleep when you're tired. Dad, I'm warning you, not only am I only five years old and still growing, I can't afford to get tired, but I just fell today. Ouch, my head is so dizzy."
Zhu Yuanzhang said with a bitter face: "Nai Biaoer, you sleep, you sleep."
Chen Biao glared at Zhu Yuanzhang and huddled under the quilt: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Zhu Yuanzhang sighed: "I'll go run a few laps."
Chen Biao turned over. "You can do whatever you want. I'll sleep. Huhuhuhu."
Zhu Yuanzhang sighed deeply, went to the next room, and dragged Xu Da out of bed.
Xu Da hadn't slept yet either, so they met in the courtyard...
Xu Da: "Marshal! What's wrong with you?!"