Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

Now it is winter and the first snow has fallen.

Seeing this scene here again inevitably brought back some bad memories and emotions for Zhu Yuanzhang, as he had experienced the same thing in the past.

If he hadn't met a kind-hearted person who woke him up, there might not have been any Emperor Hongwu at all.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but ask Lu Wei to go and take a look.

"Alas..." Lu Wei shook his head and sighed, exhaling a puff of white mist: "Maybe it's more dangerous than good. Let's go and take a look."

Zhu Yuanzhang's move was not too surprising.

Along the way, he witnessed another side of the Hongwu Emperor, known for his bloody murders at court. He would exchange barbs with an old man fishing, sigh "How beautiful!" at women washing clothes and children playing in the water, and stop to chat about the scenery of various places with wandering monks he met along the way.

He is Zhu Yuanzhang, also known as Huang Shiliu.

As he spoke, Lu Wei strode towards the man, reached out and turned over his stiff body, sniffed his breath, and shook his head, saying, "He's dead. His body has already stiffened. There's no way he can be saved."

"Winter has been coming earlier and earlier in recent years. It has been snowing intermittently in the Peking area for so many days, and it has been even colder in the past few days. This situation... is inevitable." He comforted Zhu Yuanzhang in advance.

Come all the way.

He had often seen Zhu Yuanzhang feeling the cold wind at the bow of the ship, worrying about the coming of winter. He was not worried about anything else, but was worried that many Ming people might not survive the winter.

The person died, and this result was also within Zhu Yuanzhang's expectations.

I saw this kind of scene too many times when I was a beggar and a monk.

So he didn't have any extreme reaction. Instead, he sighed with regret, exhaled a puff of white mist and said, "What a pity. The weather is getting colder and colder, and people are finally starting to die." Although his voice carried the calmness unique to those in a higher position, his brows were tightly furrowed.

"This is a natural disaster. The King of Hell wants to drag people down to the underworld. There's nothing we can do, right?" Lu Wei continued to comfort.

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a moment, but couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Other prefectures and counties are fine, but the fourth brother's Beiping Prefecture is located in this city. Beiping Prefecture should be better than other places. At least the dead can't appear in the city."

Lu Wei secretly raised his eyebrows.

He knew that his ancestor understood that this was a natural disaster that was beyond human control, but he was unhappy because he was helpless and cursed his eldest son to vent his anger.

So he didn't say much, but extended his hand and said, "Someone will come to deal with this person later. Let's go to Prince Yan's Mansion first."

In his heart, he secretly said, "Your Highness Prince Yan, please take care of yourself."

Just as the two were about to continue walking, a tender cry echoed from the wall beside them: "Mother... Mother, please cover me with my clothes first, I'm not cold! Wait for me to get some money and buy some medicine. Once you buy the medicine, your cold will be cured."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes narrowed.

After walking a few steps forward, I arrived at a door. I looked around and found that this was actually an abandoned temple.

this kind of place.

Homeless people often gather here.

In fact, this is indeed the case. In the dilapidated temple, there are many people who are shivering. They are wearing thin clothes and have panicked, empty and terrified eyes. There are men and women, old and young, all of them are huddled together.

A little boy about seven or eight years old was kneeling in front of a woman lying on the ground. He was shirtless and had a runny nose in such a cold day.

I think it was the childish voice they heard just now when they were standing outside the wall.

at the same time.

The woman lying on the ground was pale and extremely weak.

But she still stubbornly struggled to sit up and put the child's clothes back on him: "What nonsense are you talking about? Put them on quickly and don't take them off again, otherwise I'll beat your butt into pieces!"

Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly understood what was happening. No wonder there were people freezing to death in the corner outside.

Zhu Yuanzhang stopped and observed for a moment.

His already furrowed brows knitted even tighter as he cursed inwardly, "There are at least a hundred people crammed into this tiny, dilapidated temple. Life and death are entirely determined by luck, and yet this bastard loves to keep snowing! The weather in the north is the worst!"

"It's already like this in Beiping Prefecture..."

“I don’t know what it’s like in other places.”

"It's so cold in the north!" Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but sigh, not knowing whether he really felt cold or what.

Seeing this, Lu Wei didn't know what to say for a moment.

He was aware of Zhu Yuanzhang's temper and knew how to please him, but anyone with compassion would find it difficult to say anything when seeing such a scene, let alone as a king and father who cared about the people of the world?

"It's only been a short time since the beginning of winter, and it will be even colder in the future. What the hell is Zhu Di doing managing Beiping Prefecture like this!" Even though Zhu Yuanzhang knew that this was a natural disaster and that it was beyond human control, he still couldn't help but curse with a hint of anger.

however.

The next moment, a middle-aged man in a constable's uniform, standing not too far away from them, raised his finger and pointed at Zhu Yuanzhang, scolding him, "What are you talking about, you old man! How dare you address our Prince of Yan by his name in Beiping Prefecture? Addressing him by his name would be fine, but you're openly insulting him?"

The other party pointed his index finger at Zhu Yuanzhang and walked straight towards him while scolding him.

Zhu Yuanzhang had been emperor for so many years, when had he ever suffered such an injustice? Even this time, as a farmer, Huang Shiliu had come all the way north from Yingtian Prefecture, and Lu Wei had arranged everything for him along the way.

Naturally, he was even more furious at this moment: "I'm just going to curse you, but what the hell do you have to do to me?!"