Traveling through troubled times: Princess disguises herself as a man and becomes a soldier to earn

Little Wood lowered his voice and said, "They will be snatched away. You know that steamed buns are good things. They can last for a long time without going bad. Even if they are as hard as a rock, it's okay. You can eat them after soaking them in water."

"This kind of good stuff is a treasure for getting through the cold winter, so we usually eat one and store the other to get through the cold winter."

"If someone sees you, they will snatch it away. Don't expect the two of us to be able to defeat them. It's impossible. If you want to stay alive, you have to avoid them and don't let anyone notice you."

Emperor Ming frowned, he had never thought that one day he would live a life like this where he would have to calculate how to eat his steamed buns. It was simply a nightmare, a cold winter... he would definitely not be able to survive it.

"But we are so obvious, we will definitely be seen. If we grab it, it will be snatched away right after we get it. We won't have time to eat it."

Little Wood rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "Are you stupid? That's the General's porridge. There will be people watching. Who dares to snatch it in front of them? They will only snatch it when they are far away."

"Got it? When you're there, you have to pretend that you've finished eating. That way, no one will notice you, and when you leave, no one will take your buns away from you."

Emperor Ming: ...It's still possible! !

The two of them took the hot porridge and two steamed buns in their arms, found an empty corner, and started eating. The rice had a strong aroma, and it was obviously good food.

But he had never allocated money to the General's Mansion. So where did the money for the porridge come from? Their monthly salary was not enough to fill these holes.

Emperor Ming asked tentatively, "Little Wood, you said that the court did not give the general's mansion money or food. Where did they get the money to buy food and provide porridge to the people?"

"These are all high-quality grains. They must have cost a lot of money."

If they were not corrupt, where would they get the money? Even if we do something good for the people, we still have to find out where the money came from, in case it was a bribe from the enemy country.

Little did he know that his narrow-minded thinking would soon be slapped in the face.

Little Wood raised his head with a look of disdain: "Grandpa, where on earth did you come from? You don't even know this, you are too stupid."

Emperor Ming looked at him unhappily. How could this disrespectful bastard talk like that? He used to be an emperor in the palace. This was his first time as a beggar. How could he know such trivial matters?

"If they rely on the imperial court to give them money, everyone in the general's mansion will starve to death. They all rely on the eldest son to do business to make money. And if they have a farm, they will send sick and disabled veterans to farm there."

"Part of the food we grow goes to the people, part to the army, and part to the old soldiers. Some of them are too old to move and will live on the farm."

Little Wood tilted his neck up with a proud look on his face: "That's why I want to join the Mohist Army. I won't be afraid of being disabled in the future wars. The tyrant emperor won't care about us. We will be taken care of in the general's mansion."

"The more I talk, the angrier I get. A tyrant king is nothing. He trusts treacherous ministers and doubts loyal ministers. He deserves to be deceived..."

Emperor Ming remained silent and quietly defended himself: "Perhaps your majesty did something behind the scenes, but it was taken away by treacherous officials and not seen by the people."

"I don't know. I just heard from grandpa. Let's eat quickly. Someone is watching us. I'm afraid we can't keep the steamed buns today."

Following his gaze, they saw two people acting suspiciously and staring at them.

Emperor Ming ate both steamed buns and drank a bowl of porridge. His body felt warm and comfortable, and his eyelids felt heavy. It would be nice if he could lie down and have a sleep, but he was the emperor.

How could I allow myself to lie on the ground in such an unmannerly manner?

He reached out and tugged at the little fellow's sleeve, urging him, "Let's go back to the ruined temple. We've finished eating the steamed buns. They shouldn't come to cause trouble again. Can you tell me more about the General's Mansion?"

Little Wood turned his head to look at him, puzzled, "Why do you keep asking about the General's Mansion? You're not trying to snatch me away to join the army, are you? I tell you, you're too old, they don't want you."

"If you go to the battlefield, you will be a burden. When I grow up and become strong, I will be suitable to go."

Emperor Ming was choked and snorted: "Who wants to join the army? I...how can I join the army? It's too dangerous. My life is precious."

"People are born into different classes. You are too young to understand."

Little Wood glared at him: "Grandpa, what do you mean by this? Do you look down on me because I'm a beggar? You had a good family background before, but that was the credit of your father and grandfather. It's none of your business."

"Hehe, it's not your accumulated fortune, so why should you be proud? I'm different. I earned it with my own hands, so what I earn is solid."

Emperor Ming pursed his lips and looked at the angry little figure. He wanted to say something but swallowed it back in the end. He was just a little kid. He was the emperor, and even if he said something wrong, he could not apologize.

No, he couldn't be wrong. How could an emperor be wrong? Even if he was wrong, it was because he was blinded by treacherous ministers.

I trotted after the little figure and pulled his arm, "Wait a minute, don't leave in a hurry. Take me to the general's mansion to find someone. When I find him, I will give you wealth and glory."

Little Wood was unhappy and shook his hand away: "I won't take you with me. You are not capable. You say people are divided into different classes. Then go by yourself. Don't count on me."

After saying that, he ran away quickly, leaving him far behind.

Emperor Ming was dumbfounded when he saw this and stood there in a daze.

He was just telling the truth. Why was the little kid so angry? Why was he so upset? This has always been passed down in the royal family. They are superior to others since they were born.

This... it's over. Without the little kid to lead the way, he doesn't know how to get to the general's mansion. How long will it take for him to be trapped here? He doesn't know what's happening inside the palace.

He returned to the ruined temple panting, and before he could say anything, he saw the little figure dividing the hay on the ground, splitting one piece into two, obviously trying to draw a line between himself and him.

Emperor Ming's eyes darkened. He was so bold. He was an emperor. How could he bow down to a small beggar? It was a great shame and humiliation. He couldn't do that. This was his last dignity.

Let’s separate, who’s afraid of who?

At night, the two of them lay down separately, neither paying attention to the other.

The dilapidated temple was drafty everywhere. He didn't feel much last night, but it was too cold to sleep alone tonight.

Emperor Ming curled up his body and shivered with cold. The weather was too cold. His dragon bed and charcoal fire were all gone. Thinking of the past days, he wanted to cry.

While half asleep, I felt like there was something extra in my arms, soft and warm. My hands tightened unconsciously, my brows relaxed a little, and I fell asleep peacefully.

Little Wood buried himself in his arms, babble: "Since you are old and immature, I won't bother with you. Just this once. If you say those things again next time, I will really ignore you."