Zhu Yuanzhang has already begun to eat pickled vegetables and rice.

When he saw his son and grandson coming over, he just stretched out a hand and nodded: "It's done for you. After walking all this way and seeing all this, I'm so tired that I'm so hungry."

After taking a mouthful of rice, chewing it and swallowing it, Zhu Yuanzhang said again: "Why does this taste the same as the one you brought home last time?"

Zhu Yunxi met the old man's gaze. He had already seen the old man buying pickles and rice coming over.

"It turns out to be the young master. I haven't seen you for many days, and the young master is becoming more and more exciting."

The old man cupped his hands in congratulations, and then looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao: "These two are the elders in the young master's family. They are indeed noble people."

Zhu Yunxi returned the favor with a smile: "Last time I ate your old man's pickled vegetable rice, my grandfather had been thinking about it for a long time, but today it happened by chance."

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at the calloused mouth of the old man's hand: "Have you ever experienced this in the military?"

The old man chuckled and waved his hand: "I don't even remember, it happened many years ago."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said: "Has the government ever been short of your support money?"

The old man shook his head quickly: "The government officials don't dare to be short of this. They send enough people to the children's homes every month. If the government is busy with something, they will make it clear in advance and ask the children to pick it up themselves."

As he spoke, the old man poured three glasses of water for Zhu Yuanzhang and the others. From time to time he kept saying, how good the Ming Dynasty is now, and how kind the emperor is.

Zhu Yuanzhang's brows were raised high upon hearing this.

The young woman who was buying soy beans on the side brought over a plate of sour beans and said, "Don't dislike it, you three. This is a gift. The salty soy beans that accompany me are the best to drink."

Zhu Yuanzhang hummed, took a mouthful of sour beans, and drank another mouthful of salted beans.

He stretched out his hand to wipe his mouth and took a long breath: "Okay!"

Then, he looked at the woman. Behind the woman's bean curd stall, there was a half-grown boy who was adding firewood to the stove containing bean curd. When he heard that a customer wanted to buy it, he would quickly prepare it for the customer.<

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Zhu Yuanzhang asked: "You are the only one with the child at home? Have you ever gone to school?"

The woman nodded and shook her head: "The child's father has been cleaning ditches in the countryside during this period. He said that if there is a good harvest next year, he will be able to save money and send the child to school."

"Okay! Very good!" Zhu Yuanzhang was satisfied.

But the woman said: "It's all thanks to our Ming Dynasty. If it weren't for the kindness of our Ming Emperor, how could we live such a good life now. We have food, clothing, and save money, so can our children."

Go to school and study."

When Zhu Yunxi heard this, he couldn't help but look sideways at the old man.

I saw that the old man’s face did not show the joyful expression that should have appeared because the people were singing their praises.

The old man probably thought of the people under the tyranny of the former Yuan Dynasty.

Zhu Yunxi was thinking.

Not long after, Zhu Yuanzhang's grandfather and grandson had eaten all the pickled vegetables, rice and salted beans.

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed and waved and stood up: "We are going home. When we are free in the future, I will come to take care of your business again. I must live a good life!"

The old man selling pickled vegetables and rice and the woman selling bean curd both bowed and bowed.

Zhu Yunxi looked at his father in the wheelchair, and then looked at the old man again.

Seeing that the old man had returned to the palace, he quickly pushed his father to follow him.

Sun Gou'er, who was lagging behind, took out two handfuls of broken silver from his arms, not too much, about a few taels.

"Your family's food is good, and my father rewarded it."

The old man and woman hurried forward and tried to evade: "It's impossible, how much does it cost?"

Sun Gou'er didn't respond, and took two steps back and said: "My old man is the old man you mentioned earlier, our Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. This is a gift from His Majesty, and cannot be refused."

As he spoke, Sun Gouer turned and left with a smile on his face.

The old man and the woman looked at each other in fear.

What you made went into the emperor’s mouth?

The two of them were excited and quickly knelt down.

"The common people thank your Majesty for the reward!"

"May your Majesty be safe and may you live a long and prosperous life!"

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Chapter completed!