Ming Dynasty: Abandoned baby at the beginning, Zhu let me be the emperor

In the severe cold, two men in their early teens hunched their necks, mixed in with the victims, and walked in the cold wind.

Just a few blows of wind and frost made Zhu Ming's originally clean face covered with dust.

In order to get closer to the victims, he let his hair down.

"How long will it take for the place to receive relief food?"

Zhu Ming raised his hand and looked ahead, then complained weakly.

This weak look is not pretended, but real.

Although they had dry food on them, Zhu Ming had no intention of taking it out in order to make himself look more like a real person.

"The emperor..."

Liu Jin frowned as he looked at Zhu Ming who had been hungry for so long. He was about to speak when Zhu Ming stopped him with a look.

"I am not the emperor's grandson now."

Zhu Ming looked around for a while, lowered his voice, and reminded carefully.

As he is now a disaster victim, Liu Jin still has to be careful about how he addresses people.

"Just call me Xiao Ming."

Zhu Ming pondered for a while before looking at Liu Jin seriously and speaking.

"Xiao Ming."

When Liu Jin heard Zhu Ming's alias for himself, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

This is a bit too perfunctory.

"Ordinary people care about having a humble name so that they can be supported."

Zhu Ming looked at Liu Jin's teasing of him and shook his head helplessly.

"The government's porridge stall is just ahead."

A clear and weak voice came from behind Zhu Ming.

Seeing the stranger approaching, Liu Jin, who was smiling just now, immediately became alert.

Even if Zhu Ming doesn't care about his identity, he can't help but care.

In this disaster area, human nature is the most vulnerable to the test.

These people are willing to do anything to cheat and deceive in order to survive.

"How much longer do we have to go?"

Zhu Ming came back to his senses and saw a girl younger than himself standing in front of him, looking up at them.

The girl was so skinny, petite and weak that Zhu Ming was a little worried that she would be blown down by the wind.

You can tell at a glance that this girl has been hungry for a long time.

He leaned over and asked her in a softer tone.

"You'll have to ask my mother to find out."

The girl shook her head and looked back.

Zhu Ming looked in the direction the girl was going and saw a thin, pale woman standing there.

As if she noticed Zhu Ming's gaze, the woman grinned at him.

This woman should be the girl’s mother.

Zhu Ming picked up the girl and walked towards the woman.

"The emperor..."

Liu Jin quickly opened his mouth and wanted to call Zhu Ming, but then he remembered what Zhu Ming had just said and hurriedly changed his words: "Xiao Ming."

People in this disaster area are unpredictable, and even if the other person is a woman, you can't trust her easily.

"It's fine."

Zhu Ming just turned around and smiled at Liu Jin, letting him feel relieved.

The woman just now frowned visibly when she saw Zhu Ming picking up the girl.

Zhu Ming and Liu Jin are not the only ones who are worried about others.

The woman was also afraid that Zhu Ming would kidnap the girl. Even if the girl was skinny, she could still be sold for a few taels of silver, enough to buy food for a few days.

"My name is... Xiao Ming."

Zhu Ming carried the girl to the woman, put her down, and smiled innocently.

The woman immediately pulled the little girl over.

Seeing Zhu Ming's innocent look that could even deceive Zhu Yuanzhang, the woman relaxed a little.

"Zhao Di."

The woman looked at Zhu Ming cautiously, her voice a little weak.

"What about the children?"

Zhu Ming lowered his head and glanced at the girl who was protected by the woman behind her.

"plum bossom……"

The woman pulled the girl behind her again and responded in a low voice.

"Good name."

Zhu Ming nodded and praised: "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. After the bitter cold, the fragrance comes naturally."

This was not only a compliment to the girls' names, but also a comfort to them.

Just looking at the appearance of these two people, I have no idea how long they have been hungry, and they have probably been bullied a lot.

"Liu Jin."

Zhu Ming turned around and shouted at Liu Jin.

Liu Jin also understood Zhu Ming's meaning. His Royal Highness the Grandson was kind-hearted again.

He took out a compacted biscuit from his arms with some hesitation and handed it to the woman.

"This……"

Zhaodi looked down at the biscuit, a greedy look flashed in her eyes. She wanted to reach out for it, but in the end she held back and took a step back.

In this year of disaster, food is hard to come by. It must have been difficult for these two kids who look to be in their early teens to get what they want.

Only Meihua was young and innocent. She looked at the biscuits in Liu Jin's hand and swallowed her saliva.

"We are almost at the government's porridge stall. You can take this bite of food."

Seeing the two people's greedy yet restrained looks, Zhu Ming took the biscuits and stuffed them directly into their hands.

Zhaodi hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of appetite. She ate all the biscuits in one bite, regardless of her dusty hands.

Seeing that her mother had started talking, Meihua, who had long been unable to hold back, also started eating the biscuits.

She ate too fast and the biscuits were so dry that she choked on them.

Liu Jin sighed, decided to be a good person, took out the kettle and handed it over.

"Thank you, brother."

After receiving the food from Zhu Ming and Liu Jin, Meihua smiled at Liu Jin and Zhu Ming with even more satisfaction.

"Nothing, the porridge stall is just in front."

Zhu Ming smiled. As the grandson of the emperor, how could he really be short of food?

After he finished speaking, he looked at the victims around him and couldn't help but frown.

The disaster in Hedong is much more serious than he imagined.

Everywhere there were men and women dragging their weak bodies, with lifeless eyes, walking numbly forward.

These people even staggered as they walked. They had no idea how long they had been hungry. They walked like zombies just for the little bit of food and hope of survival provided by the porridge stalls.

Even they themselves don’t know whether they are still alive or not, and they don’t have the mind to think about it.

Even a mouthful of rotten rice is a luxury for them now.

There were starving people everywhere and no one to bury them. They had all been hungry for a long time, so how much energy did they have to bury them?

Zhu Ming was a little worried whether the millions of grain and silver he brought could save them.

"My mother and I also heard what others said, so we had no choice but to follow them."

Zhaodi lowered her head and spoke in a low voice, saying that they didn't know how long it would take to reach the porridge stall, and they said this just to let people hold on a little longer.

If you can, you can save a life.

After getting a bite of food from Zhu Ming and Liu Jin, she was no longer as wary of Zhu Ming and the others as before.

"Go, go."

Zhu Ming didn't say much, but walked forward with Zhaodi and her son.