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On the second day, the sky was bright and his stomach was rumbling. Second Elder Brother Zhu breathed in the fresh air as he searched for food in the house.

Other than the main house, there were two side rooms on each side of the courtyard. The main house had a kitchen on the side and a well on the outside. The courtyard was paved with bluestone, connecting the few doors to the main gate. There were also six jujube trees, a vegetable patch and a group of chickens that were scurrying around.

Second Elder Brother Zhu still had a brother above him. When he was young, he had typhoid fever, which was only a type 1 cold illness today. In addition to the father and son duo, there was an old servant at home. The old servant was Zhu Yisu's old bookkeeper.

Zhu Yisu had an Elementary Scholar status. He worked as a teacher at the Venerate Tian Village's School of Ethnology. He was in charge of enlightening and educating students. The old servant, Zhao Qi, took care of Second Elder Brother Zhu and also worked part-time as a letter writer outside.

At home, only Zhu Yisu has the rice, each year the luck can have 2 stone rice, the stone is weight unit is also volume unit, 1 stone is equal to more than 9 kilograms. North wheat production, each year in the rice is mostly wheat but less rice. The economy of the country during the ten thousand li period was still alright, as the price did not fluctuate too much. A stone of grain could only be sold for twelve taels of silver.

It was not only distributing food, most of it would be converted into paper currency s. in the early Ming dynasty s still had some credibility, because currently, paper currency s were just useless paper with patterns on them. Other than eating, he also had to exchange some of the food for silver and then use it to buy other living necessities.

Some of the silver was used to make clothes, while some of it was spent by Zhu Yisu on reading books and making friends. Fortunately, this man's heart was in his studies, so he didn't marry anyone who wanted to eat. He also didn't have a good habit of drinking flowers and wine.

On behalf of the Prince's Mansion, they would also give Zhu Yisu a meagre salary, barely subsidizing his decent living.

As for Second Elder Brother Zhu, he used to be disdainful of making food, so he didn't know how to make food. He spent his days idling around with a bunch of disheartened juniors from the royal family. He was just messing around with them. When hungry, they often took turns to treat everyone to a meal. Whoever caught a big fish would also have to reward a bunch of brothers.

Yesterday, he had a war of attrition with the disciples of the border army officers of the Da Tong Kingdom, and as usual, he was defeated. Second Elder Brother Zhu was wounded. They were all flesh wounds, and those military officers' juniors knew the severity of the damage.

The group of clansmen who were trying to steal the dog and chicken were beaten to the point that they lost all their courage, hiding in hiding and licking their wounds. Their father's generation had been doing this kind of thing. Like them, they were defeated by the wolf-like descendants of officers as usual.

Second Elder Brother Zhu walked out of the kitchen with his head down. After washing his face, he lazily basked in the sun.

"A scholar is useless because he is unreliable."

He sighed and took out the flint from the kitchen. He was unable to light up a pile of hay after a while. Traveling through something was too annoying, but it was still convenient to use a lighter, so he wanted to go wherever he wanted.

He found everything that could be used in the kitchen. When he saw the yellowed and gray coarse flour in the wooden bucket, Second Elder Brother Zhu lost his perseverance in cooking.

He might as well bask in the sun and clear his memories. After fusing his two souls, he was still in a daze from time to time. He was a little unclear whether he had been reincarnated by Lee Zhao, or was just like Zhuang Shengmeng Butterfly, Lee Zhao's previous life was just an unimaginable dream.

"Fireguns, cannons and aircraft carriers, Industrial Revolution, the fall of the Ming Dynasty, Wu Sangui, the death of the King, Nan-Ming, Japan, Rice Island …"

Second Elder Brother Zhu's eyes lit up as he muttered to himself. He definitely came here from another world. Otherwise, everything in his dreams wouldn't be so systematic. And it was also extremely compatible with his little inner ideal of having a meal, an island, and true love...

He wanted to tell himself that it was just a dream. Da Ming wouldn't die, and his Jianzhou Jurchens wouldn't enter the stage either. He would marry an unknown woman as his principal's wife, just like how his ancestors did. If he were to become a provincial graduate, he might even be allowed to take in concubines.

It was a pity that after going through his memories over and over again, he knew that he had to do whatever it took to jump out of his fate as a pig. He wanted to ascend the first path, he wanted to become the seignior, he wanted to raise his arms and shout 'Qing Monarch's side'!

Second Elder Brother Zhu's renewed fighting spirit was shattered by the rumbling of hunger in his stomach. He clenched his fists and returned to the kitchen to study the correct way to use the flint.

After lighting the fire and boiling the water, Second Elder Brother Zhu washed his hands and started to eat the noodles.

He then washed some vegetables and cut them into sections. He fished out the noodles that were as thick as his hands, poured soy oil into the wok beside him, heated up the fried vegetables with good oil, and put the noodles together to stir-fry. Finally, he sprinkled a handful of muddy salt on the noodles and the noodles left the wok.

Holding the blue and white porcelain bowl and holding the red-painted wooden chopsticks in one hand, Second Elder Brother Zhu, whose face was blackened by the smoke, couldn't wait to run to his side room.

At this time, the door was pushed open and a middle-aged man rushed in. He had a long beard and white cotton robe, and wore a green scarf and white jade on his head. Seeing Second Elder Brother Zhu's smoky face, he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. "You're fine, Erlang?"

He was Zhu Yisu, Second Elder Brother Zhu's father in this life, a destitute member of the sect who was working hard for the literati group. He had already grasped the essence of the scholar's method of turning his face as though flipping a book. He turned around with a dignified look on his face and said, "My son is fine, but how vicious are you, an old servant? instead of seeking a doctor to treat Jiro, you came to the academy to report your loss. Do you really think that the rule of law does not apply to you? "

"Master …"

It scared the old servant, Zhao Qi, so much that his body trembled. He crawled on the ground and raised his head to look at Second Elder Brother Zhu. He was so scared that his face turned pale. He remembered very clearly that his second brother was completely cold last night!

"Thank goodness my Erlang Clan is unharmed. Otherwise, if I had given up my clan record, I would have killed you, the evil slave!"

With a wave of his sleeves, Zhu Yisu walked in front of Second Elder Brother Zhu with big steps. He saw that his son's gaze was a little strange, not as naughty as before. It was a very complicated gaze.

Squatting on the ground, Zhu Yisu rolled up his sleeves to wipe the black ash on Second Elder Brother Zhu's face. Seeing the bowl of fragrant fried noodles, he felt sour inside and said apologetically, "Father was wrong. It's truly laughable. If I don't have Erlang, wouldn't I just be drawing water from a basket? "

"It was Erlang Shen who was so mischievous yesterday. The fault lies not with father." Seeing the sincere expression on his' father's face and the joy of having come back to life 'caused Second Elder Brother Zhu's heart to soften, and he took the initiative to admit his mistake.

It wasn't like he had never fought before in his previous life. Before a fight, he had to occupy the highest moral position. After the fight, he had to find his teachers and parents first thing in order to confess. He had to hold the initiative in his hand, so that he could advance and retreat as he pleased.

Seeing that his son realized his mistake for the first time, Zhu Yisu looked at Second Elder Brother Zhu's bruised face, and his lips were covered with blood scabs. He could see the pain in his heart, but he was powerless to help his son, so he couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

A look of determination flashed across Zhu Yisu's face as he caressed Second Elder Brother Zhu's face. He then asked, "Erlang, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. It's all because Erlang shouldn't have, causing father to worry and delaying the position of tutor."

"My son An Xin, that Liu Shiqing might be the personal army of the Son of Heaven, and he might have a hundred secret service of the Ming Dynasty s. But my son is of the Great Ancestor's bloodline. How could a descendant of the Son of Heaven be able to tolerate his Liu Family killing and bullying!? I want to spread my Imperial Clan Court and seek justice for my son! "

This bunch of clan disciples are simply fearless and ignorant, actually daring to offend someone from the secret service of the Ming Dynasty. Actually, it was because someone thought that the secret service of the Ming Dynasty was too exaggerated that the secret service of the Ming Dynasty had some effect on the seignior. To deal with someone like him, no one would believe him even if he were to say that he was conspiring against them. If the clan did not rebel, if they did not make a fundamental mistake, no one would be able to do anything to them.

Seeing the fear flash across his son's eyes, Zhu Yisu held his son's hand and entered the main house, then said: "It's true that the son of secret service of the Ming Dynasty is his henchman, but it's still okay to deal with foreign subjects. If he were to make a move against my clan's disciples, all the seignior in the world would definitely not sit by and do nothing. For father, I want to clear up Imperial Clan Court. Firstly, I want to seek justice for my son, and secondly, I want my son to be recorded in the clan records as soon as possible. "

"Gu Gu …"

A scholar who was about to teach his son some common sense let out a signal of dissatisfaction. Zhu Yisu coughed lightly to hide his dissatisfaction and said, "Besides, you and I are still part of the Liu family, so we still have to contribute money on behalf of the King. You and I have no one to rely on, but the petty official of the government will definitely do something big. If you don't think about other things, it would be hard for my son to leave his name in the ancestral jade declaration. "

So there was actually such a matter. Second Elder Brother Zhu was truly enlightened. The stately magistrate wanted to give his child an account number, and even had to pay to feed the minor officials of the yamen.

Lifting up the blue and white porcelain bowl, Second Elder Brother Zhu said, "Father loves and cares for Erlang. This is the pasta that Erlang has prepared today. I hope father will accept your filial piety."

Zhu Yisu looked at his son in surprise. His son had always been a naughty person, but now, his words seemed to have a level. But in the end, it was still a good thing. He caught the blue and white porcelain bowl and laughed, "My son's appetite is quite big. He actually brought a bowl of soup for a meal. How ambitious!"

Second Elder Brother Zhu smiled shyly, pretending to look forward to Zhu Yisu.

After picking up the noodles and eating a mouthful, Zhu Yisu said while chewing, "It's a little salty, but my son's noodles is quite new. "If you add a few more dishes and add a few more ingredients, it will definitely be a delicacy.

The middle-aged scholar, who was sweating profusely, felt a strong urge to gulp down the salty and fragrant noodles. Because his son was in front of him, he had no choice but to eat it slowly …

When he heard Second Elder Brother Zhu's stomach growl, Zhu Yisu was very pleased with his son's filial piety. He handed the bowl to Second Elder Brother Zhu and said, "This is the first bowl of noodles that Erlang has made. Erlang should also have a taste."

"This is for Father. Seeing Father eat it, Erlang felt hungry, but in his heart, he felt happy."

Blinking his bright eyes, a smug look appeared on Zhu Erlang's face. You're the one who is slandering me in your heart, return it back to me …

Perhaps it was because that son of the Liu family had enlightened Erlang with a single staff strike, Zhu Yisu pondered in his heart. However, he still decided to spread the news of this matter using Imperial Clan Court. Not for any other reason, it was to help Second Elder Brother Zhu settle his clan's matters.

He was just a small State Dedicating Lieutenant and had no right to be distant with him, but he had the identity of an Elementary Scholar.

It was also because of his identity as an Elementary Scholar that the substitute King Manor had a whole new level of respect for him, an insignificant person at the bottom of imperial duke.

Enduring the famine in his stomach, Second Elder Brother Zhu only felt that his eyes had turned white, with golden dots appearing and disappearing from time to time. Do you really have stars in your eyes when you're hungry? He didn't believe it before, but now he did.

However, it was a bit strange. Why did an illusion appear? The golden dot swam and formed a human figure, doing some strange movements.

Eh, he was still hallucinating, as if he had returned to his school-days. The clear male voice from the radio rang in his ears: No. 9 Primary and Middle School Gymnastics …

"Master, the main banner of the outer city, Jian Dianbiao, requests an audience."