Zhu Yuanzhang, who commanded the wind and rain, lived a long and arduous life.

"What should we do now?"

Qi Tai couldn't make up his mind.

In the past, if others blocked the group from selling artworks, he could use his status to intimidate them.

Scholars, farmers, industry and commerce.

Despite the strict hierarchical system, their scholar-official status was still very useful.

Even if they don't listen, if you mention your identity as a member of the Hanlin Academy, can they still refuse?

But now?

The old man is right across from us. Even if you had a million lives, you wouldn't dare to go looking for trouble with him.

Surprisingly... they are all newly formed fruits and vegetables.

"Can I buy three... or four?"

"Cucumber? Hahahaha! My son, you've really made something of yourself, starting to lie! You think you're some kind of emperor who can magically grow cucumbers? I'll beat you to death today! At such a young age, you've already learned to lie, that's an even bigger crime!"

Empress Ma rolled her eyes: "You two, what business is it of mine, a woman, to meddle in these men's affairs?"

"If you have any cucumbers, your mother will buy them from you at double the price!"

But Zhu Biao refused.

Not long after,

The disciples of Tianyun Temple brought over tea. Zhu Bai, tired from playing, took a sip and rested on the stone bench for a while.

A piercing scream echoed through the inner palace.

How do you plan to get along with your grandson?

quickly,

Zhu Quan yelled loudly.

Now, Zhang Meiren's decision is finalized.

"Oh."

"Twelfth Brother, come look! This is cucumber! There are so many!"

Zhu Quan was stunned: "Good heavens! Twelfth Brother, didn't you say before that this kind of divine magic only exists in Journey to the West? Is your master also a deity?"

Entering Tianyun Temple.

After a pause,

Zhu Biaocai nodded awkwardly, "Old Taoist Master, I'll go with you."

Zhu Biao walked over, his face filled with disdain, and asked sternly, "Where are you from?"

The group of teachers hurriedly packed their things, preparing to head to other places.

When Zhu Biao first saw Zhu Changye, he was incredibly shocked.

"Otherwise... Scholar Qi, do you dare to confront the old man?"

Zhu Quan trembled: "Tenth...Twelfth Brother...I...I think I saw Empress Ma and Crown Prince! Oh my god!"

Zhu Bai grabbed Zhu Quan by the collar, annoyed, ready to carry the brat back, but he found that the little fat boy was too heavy to lift.

The woman was filled with gratitude, tears streaming down her face. Her voice trembled as she said, "Thank you, Abbot! Everyone at Tianyun Temple is such a kind person! Thank you so much! You saved my life! I…"

After all, it's her own son. If he develops a problem, it's the mother who will feel the most heartache.

Zhu Bai wasn't upset for long. After bringing Zhu Quan in, he played hide-and-seek with him. Zhu Yao came out along the way, but she was a little shy, so she ran back into the house and became invisible.

"Wow! Twelfth Brother, you're not dead? Why aren't you saying anything?"

Zhu Quan beamed with joy, gesturing excitedly as he said, "Mom, let me tell you, those watermelons are only the size of eggs, they haven't even grown yet! We can still buy watermelons to eat in the winter, slurp!"

With these four taels of silver, he could buy more, so he said to Zhang Meiren with a big smile, "Twelfth Brother, Master."

He was taught by Zhu Yuanzhang from a young age to be pragmatic and did not believe much in ghosts and gods.

Zhu Quan grabbed Zhu Bai and said without waiting for a reply, "Twelfth Brother, let's go! I need to go back and give my mother some cucumber!"

Little Zhu Quan grabbed Zhu Dong's sleeve and rushed outside.

No one would take advantage of a crisis, nor would someone from a wealthy family come to freeload on porridge.

Zhu Quan smiled, quickly took the money with his short legs, and handed the cucumber to Zhang Meiren in the process.

Zhu Bai's face twitched; sometimes he really wanted to slap this brat to death.

What?

Are these two walking with that so-called Twelfth Brother Master?

Are you really hoping for our untimely death?

"Ah! This...this!"

After seeing that Zhu Changye and his son had completely left, he turned around and walked towards Tianyun Temple.

Zhu Biao felt that even when he was dealing with the Hu Huaiyong case, he had never felt so troubled or sweating so much.

On the other side, Zhu Quan pricked up his ears, but after a long while, he didn't hear Zhu Bai make another sound.

He nodded and said, "Thank you."

As soon as she finished reading, Zhang Meiren spat out a mouthful of tea. Her eyes widened: "This, this, this... show it to Mother! Quickly!"

"My son, I've been spending time with your grandfather lately. He's a very kind and gentle man, so don't worry."

Zhu Quan was very happy.

Zhu Bai pondered for a moment. In the summer, these cucumbers were worthless; one could buy one for a penny.

Zhu Bai was speechless: "Have you gone stupid from reading too much? You're a god my foot!"

She really likes cucumbers and often eats them in the summer. Now that she can't eat them in the winter, she misses them even more.

"Mom, let me tell you, Twelfth Brother's master has planted a huge plot of land. It has everything, not just cucumbers, but also watermelons!"

"That cucumber, let your mother take a look!"

….….….….….…

the other side.

Zhu Changye coughed once, then walked to the very front of the greenhouse.

The young woman who spoke had a sallow complexion and a thin figure, clearly indicating that she hadn't eaten much for several days.

But I heard that some thugs were mixed in with this long queue, trying to freeload on the porridge.

Zhang Meiren frowned: "You're so young, how would you know how to buy things? How much did you spend?"

That's Empress Ma and Zhu Biao!

Upon seeing those three figures from behind, he instantly wet himself.

"Grandpa, doing this will only encourage more and more thugs with ulterior motives."

He had originally thought that if his master returned to Tianyun Temple, he would also like to go back, but now it seems there is no need.

As expected, following Zhu Changye's action, many more shifty-looking people lined up in the queue.

"Okay! Thank you, Mom!"

Zhang Meiren held the teacup, glanced at him sideways, then took a sip. Sigh... disciplining a brat is really tiring.

The two brothers stayed in the vegetable garden for a while. Zhu Quan wandered around curiously, running here and there. It was like a fairyland, and every place attracted him.

"Grandpa, please don't go alone. Let Biao'er go with you."

She had no intention of dwelling on the past.

Upon hearing this, Qi Tai trembled all over: "No, no, let's change locations!"

And now,

Zhu Changye was going to other places to take care of some matters.

So this morning, I got up early and brought Zhu Biao to see his ancestors.

"Are you sick?"

Or one person might ask, "Are you hungry?" and the other might reply, "I'm not thirsty."

"Great!"

"Twelfth Brother, Twelfth Brother, are you dead?"

The north wind howled and blew, and a long line formed at the foot of Yanshan Mountain.

Yesterday, the old man was in a good mood, seemingly saying that the cucumber was a gift from his ancestors. What ancestors? Anyone who could be called an ancestor by the old man is basically already in their coffin.

A disciple from Tianyun Temple, who was not far away, shook his head and said, "Not yet."

Zhu Bai looked at him with disdain: "Weren't you in class? Why did you run out here?"

Zhang Meiren didn't dare to really hit him, but this kid was very tough. She hit him a little too hard with the first cane, and then just went through the motions.

He was also carrying a small basket.

Does the approach I use with U.A. seem unsuitable for working with Zhu Biao?

This was only because Zhu Biao deliberately concealed his identity. If his identity as the Crown Prince were revealed, those people would probably be scared out of their wits.

So Zhu Changye came in person.

Empress Ma chuckled upon hearing this: "What's there to be afraid of? Your grandfather isn't some monster."

She was worried about not being able to get in touch with Zhu Xiong Ying, but now that her son had this connection, she could ask him to make contact.

Zhu Quan, however, had no suspicions and revealed the truth repeatedly.

If her mischievous son wasn't lying, she had a vague feeling that she had grasped some key points.

"My mother saw Zhu Yunwen's cucumbers this morning and she was so envious. I want to give some to my mother. Two taels of silver should be enough to buy four, right?"

Early in the morning, Zhu Quan, the seventeenth son of Zhu Yuanzhang, found Zhu Bai and asked him to take him out to play.

now.

Zhang Meiren asked with a smile.

Zhu Bai was taken aback.

Seeing the thick porridge in the bowl, so thick that chopsticks could stand upright, I was so moved that I didn't know what to say.

indeed,

Zhu Biao was still quite uncomfortable being called that suddenly.

Zhu Biao naturally exuded an imposing aura, and his eyes were also very sharp.

Zhu Changye helped her up: "Don't kneel. We all came from poverty. Live well and let it go."

"From this perspective, the old man still needs protection from younger generations like Biao'er."

His mother, Zhang Meiren, rolled her eyes at him: "What?"

Zhu Biao served as Crown Prince for so long that he may not have been able to take care of many family matters, but he was extremely skilled at handling national affairs and arranging tasks for others.

Back then, she was the wife, which made up for this weakness; she handled all conversations.

"Twelfth Brother! Are you dead? Waaah, please don't die!"

Upon hearing Zhu Biao's identity as a prince, the local thugs turned pale with fright and fled as if their lives depended on it.

"Okay, let's go out."

Zhu Bai was stunned. He hadn't been to Tianyun Temple for a while, and he hadn't seen a vegetable garden in a long time either. Looking at the lush green expanse in front of him, he rubbed his eyes hard.

Zhu Changye nodded: "Alright, let's go then."

Now, considering what her son said, this wasn't just a perfunctory gesture; she was going to see the real ancestors!

Once she figured out the key point, Zhang Meiren's mind started working.

"Oh well, what else can we do but find another place to sell our calligraphy?"

"How strange! Why are Empress Ma and the Crown Prince with that old man? And it seems they even said that old man is the abbot of Tianyun Temple? Wow! Isn't that Twelfth Brother's master? Amazing!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deep concern.

She began asking for details.

Many people are already pleading with hopeful eyes.

Without Empress Ma as an intermediary, Zhu Changye and Zhu Biao remained almost completely silent throughout the journey.

"stop!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was frugal, so the salaries of the concubines were not high. She saved for many years and only managed to save less than a hundred taels of silver. This brat, on the other hand, is generous. He goes out and spends two taels of silver. He doesn't know how precious money is until he takes a bite!

Over the past two weeks, continuous heavy snowfall has caused disasters for many people in the suburbs of Yingtian Prefecture.

Or he could ask, "Old Taoist priest, are you hot? Do you need an umbrella?" Zhu Changye would reply, "Our health isn't that precious," thus shutting down the conversation.

….….….….….…

Zhu Quan returned to the inner palace.

Fortunately, Empress Ma accompanied him. Otherwise, given Zhu Changye's taciturn nature and Zhu Biao's inability to communicate with the Empress Dowager, the two of them together would have been incredibly awkward.

"If you can't see it, then don't look. Let's go back."

Damn!

The awkwardness was spreading.

Zhu Biao shook his head.