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

Although it hasn't snowed these days, the sky is still gloomy and the temperature is much colder than when it's not snowing.

Zhu Yuanzhang originally thought...

The situation in this dilapidated temple must be a mess and bleak. It is even possible that there are a few unattended stiff corpses hanging from the wall.

However, when he stood at the door and looked inside, he found that several of them were wearing clothes with very rough fabrics and stitching.

Some people gathered in groups of three or five and huddled together, simply wrapping themselves in cloth to keep warm.

The hundred or so people still looked trembling.

But their complexions looked much better than yesterday, and even their hopeless, dull eyes seemed to have a faint glimmer of light...

"This...is this?"

Lu Wei, who was following Zhu Yuanzhang, was also bewildered. "Cloth isn't cheap, especially in this winter season, when prices are skyrocketing. How... did they manage to get so much fabric all at once and make clothes?"

The scene in front of me seems strange no matter how I look at it.

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly and muttered thoughtfully, "The clothing materials circulating on the market are all silk, cotton, linen and the like. This kind of material is also very rough. We can't tell what it is at first glance."

Lu Wei pondered for a moment and asked tentatively, "Did they have to make these clothes out of some rough materials out of desperation?"

"No," Zhu Yuanzhang said immediately, "some people gathered in groups of three or five and used this cloth to huddle together for warmth. The cloth was neatly arranged horizontally and vertically, and had a certain specification. It was obviously woven on a machine, not made of crude materials."

Zhu Yuanzhang had seen the most tattered cloth and the most luxurious cloth, so he could naturally tell the difference at a glance.

The confusion on Lu Wei's face suddenly became even more intense.

Some people said in disbelief: "Loom-woven cloth? How could these people have a loom? Could they have bought it? They can only squeeze into this dilapidated temple. They can't even afford the cheapest cloth. Where can they get the money to buy so much at once?"

Obviously, this matter seems unreasonable no matter how you think about it.

Zhu Yuanzhang also shook his head, hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in: "Let's go ask."

Lu Wei said with concern: "Let's go, Old Huang. I'm afraid this messy and dirty place is not a good place."

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted lightly: "We lived in a place like this before, there is nothing to be afraid of!" After that, he walked straight in without looking back.

Lu Wei had no choice but to follow behind, looking around vigilantly, not daring to relax or be careless in the slightest.

This kind of place is full of all kinds of people, and people who are barefoot are the least afraid of wearing shoes. Who knows if there will be any accidents?

Others thought he was just an ordinary old farmer, but he knew he wasn't. This was the Hongwu Emperor! He had left a backup plan in Yingtian Prefecture and had even reported it to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan. If anything happened to this ancestor here, Lu Wei would be wiped out, but the Ming Dynasty might even be in turmoil, which would be a big deal.

Fortunately.

After what happened yesterday, Zhu Yuanzhang.

He became extra cautious in maintaining his persona. Both his clothes and his expression were very "Huang Shiliu". He even added a few patches to his coarse linen clothes. He didn't look like a rich man who was being robbed by them.

Besides, both of them are strong and don't look like they can be bullied.

So these people just glanced up casually and then lowered their eyes again.

Zhu Yuanzhang walked straight to the mother and child he had seen yesterday. The child was already wearing a rough new dress, and the sick woman was also covered with a piece of cloth of medium size to keep warm.