Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

He had to admit that he felt a little envious. When he was in charge of the Ming Dynasty, he could only suppress these trends by killing people, and the effect was obviously not ideal.

This kid seems to be living a comfortable life. Not to mention doing this and that, he has already made elixirs and taken drugs at such a young age. Don’t you think this is infuriating?

Although I felt a little unbalanced and angry.

But no matter what, Lu Wei smoothed down his fur and made him feel much better. He put his hands in his sleeves and said with a relaxed look, "Let's go to the Fourth Master's Mansion."

"Okay! That's it!" Lu Wei responded with secret joy in his heart.

The master and servant continued to move forward.

Now, the first snow in Peking has stopped, but the weather has only cleared up for a few days, so the snow has not had time to melt completely. Both sides of the street are covered with piles of snow swept into one place by people. The snow is not cold, but the melted snow is cold, and the air has a hint of chill.

Fortunately, we have already arrived in Peking.

Intelligence reports have always shown that the situation in Yingtian Prefecture is pretty good. Even though the little wolf cub always does some unorthodox things from time to time, the overall situation is under control.

Zhu Yuanzhang was no longer in a hurry to rush to Prince Yan's Mansion.

Instead, he looked left and right, observing and surveying the situation in the city of Peking, while slowly walking towards the Prince of Yan's Mansion.

After all.

Although he didn't hope that he would ever need Zhu Di, once he considered Zhu Di as a backup, it would of course be best to consider it carefully.

"The steaming hot buns and the people selling them on the street make it quite lively. Although it's not as prosperous as Yingtian Prefecture, it's not bad either." Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with some satisfaction and commented.

Zhu Di himself had the qualifications to become the "Emperor Yongle". In addition, he had a monk named Daoyan and a "female scholar" named Xu Miaoyun by his side. Although his eldest son was not very old, he was also a good hand at governing the people.

The Beiping Prefecture under his rule was not too bad at all.

"Yes, it is much better than those prefectures we passed by along the way. After all, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan is your blood, so he will naturally inherit your wisdom." Lu Wei immediately used his expertise as a professional supporting actor to make Zhu Yuanzhang smile again.

But at this time.

The smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face suddenly froze. He stopped and his eyes fell on an inconspicuous corner on the right side of the street.

"Old Huang, what's wrong?" Lu Wei noticed something was wrong, stopped and asked curiously, while subconsciously looking in the direction Zhu Yuanzhang was looking.

It was only in the corner where Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes were.

There was actually a dark mass lying there, or rather... a person. Whether this person was dead or alive was unknown. One couldn't tell anything from just looking at it. All one could see was that this person was wearing a tattered, ragged piece of clothing. It might even be said that it wasn't really clothing, but rather a piece of rag, leaving most of his hands and feet exposed.

One of this person's feet was bare, while the other was wearing a tattered straw sandal.

Looking at the large and small snow piles under and beside him, I was afraid...

"Lu Wei, go and take a look."

"If he can still move, give him a hot bun." Zhu Yuanzhang said with a serious expression.

He was born into a peasant family, worked as a monk in a temple, and also traveled around the Central Plains as a wandering monk. Under the oppression of the previous dynasty, the brutal Yuan Dynasty, with starving people and corpses everywhere, one can imagine his own situation.

After establishing the Ming Dynasty, he has always been in power.

Although he would see and hear about the sufferings of the people from memorials to the emperor and the mouths of court officials, and although he sympathized with the people and allocated funds for disaster relief, reduced taxes, etc., hoping to ease the situation, he ultimately never saw these scenes with his own eyes again.