Today we return to Zhu Yuanzhang's experience as a monk and traveling around the world.

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang's job was still: monk.

But his current work tasks are quite different. Compared with the work of cooking and washing in the temple a few months ago, his current work is much more tiring because his master and abbot sent him on a business trip.

There was no money for this business trip, all I had was a wooden fish and a torn cassock, and any expenses incurred along the way were not reimbursed.

When Bago is on a business trip, in addition to completing the tasks assigned to him by his masters, he also has to find ways to feed himself, and the only way to feed himself is to beg for food.

On the basis of preventing dogs chasing cats from chasing people and shouting, ask for as much food as possible.

This kind of life is completely different from the previous life in the temple.

At this time, our star brother was only seventeen years old.

Although he works as a walking monk, his main purpose is to beg while walking, but with his No. 11 bus, our myna can not walk very close. He walked south from Haozhou to Hefei, and then turned west to enter Henan

, traveled through Gushi and Xinyang, then went north to Ruzhou, Chenzhou (today's Huaiyang) and other places, and then set foot in Luyi and Bozhou.

Finally, in 1348, he reached the last stop of his journey.

Walking up the high steps, looking at the familiar surroundings, listening to the rhythmic bells not far away, and carefully absorbing the green grass next to them that had been cut countless times in the past three years, they are still swaying in the wind and rain.

She lives a strong life, just like she miraculously survived amid rebellions and uprisings everywhere, and was not taken away by any mountain king to be the wife of a village.

We went up step by step, and finally after several steps, our myna reached the end of the steps.

What appeared in front of him was a temple that was even more dilapidated than it had been a few years ago.

On the door of the temple, there is an old plaque hanging impressively.

Huangjue Temple.

The last time he saw this plaque was three years ago.

Yes, after three years of traveling, our myna is back here again.

His second hometown, temple, Huangjue Temple.

At this time, he was still a monk, a little-known wandering monk.

The only difference is that the yellow-faced Yakuza who didn't even have hair three years ago has now grown longer than the temple abbot and his master, and now he is no longer afraid of them bullying him.

In the past three years, apart from his height, his physique and experience have far surpassed these two.

Now he is no longer the coward who allowed others to bully him. He cannot be said to be a tall and sturdy young man, but he can definitely be called a strong young man. He is the beggar monk who was kicked out by them three years ago.

In a way, this is what the temple director and his master don't want to see.

We haven’t seen each other for three years. It stands to reason that when we see an old friend, we should be filled with tears. However, in my opinion, there is no welcome ceremony. Instead, there is a look of contempt, because the person in front of me was just a foodie three years ago.

The guy who had a bowl of rice can now cook a pot of rice in one meal.

The former scoundrel in front of me came back today just to compete with them for food.

Some temples that were already short of food and supplies would probably not welcome this guy's return. Besides, this guy had been away for three years and came back penniless.

In this case, the temple leaders were even more unpopular.

I think at this time, some of the monks in the temple must be thinking: How come you, a scoundrel, have been running around for three years and not died in front of you? One more person and you get a lot less food.

But no matter what, after three years of traveling, our myna returned to Huangjue Temple. In addition to being penniless, a bigger body came to pay tribute to the master and the host.

The two bald monks looked up at the tall, fat, hairy guy in front of them, their eyes probably helpless.

After being gone for three years, I finally came back. I can't dare to let others go out just after I came back.

Keep it for now.

Wait until you have the chance to drive him away!

Standing straight in front of the two people, looking at the gray-haired master in front of him, Zhu Yuanzhang raised his ugly head high, as if to declare his sovereignty: He Shangfan, who had been empty for three years, should be paid.

Me!

I'm hungry. Let's eat quickly!

I'm tired. Come get some water!

However, things backfired.

When Bago returned to Huangjue Temple, he had no reimbursement of travel expenses, no financial subsidies, and no staff to care about him. He only had more arduous and tiring work. Because his size and body were too well developed, he carried water, chopped firewood, and climbed trees to catch birds.

The mission also came to him with honor.

And this year, he was just twenty years old.

Grand ambitions of hegemony are just delusions.

The experience of begging for three years had a profound and unforgettable impact on Zhu Yuanzhang. A seventeen-year-old boy who had basically never seen the market wandered the world alone. This situation would either create a cowardly, incompetent waste with no achievements, or else

To create a character with a resolute personality and decisive actions, it is obvious that Zhu Yuanzhang is the latter.

There are pros and cons. Although the experience of these three years has brought him many life-long benefits, such as his health, at the same time, these three years of begging life have also given him restrained violence and extreme stinginess.

Although it was a common thing in the society at that time for beggars to beg for food.

But for Zhu Yuanzhang, who had been bullied since he was a child and was extremely arrogant in his heart, the experience of begging was a shame that could never be erased in his life. He was ridiculed and reviled while begging. All these experiences were definitely not what Zhu Yuanzhang was willing to face.

Yes, but forced by the situation at that time, he could either be scolded or starve. This single-choice question was placed in front of him, and he could only choose the former. This depression and shame could only be buried deep in his heart.

A five-foot-tall man, wearing a tattered cassock, holding an old alms bowl in his hand, knocking on a wooden fish with almost faded paint, like a pig with its hair shed, wandering around, from the eyes of the gatekeeper.

He could see the deep contempt and disgust, but he still had to bite the bullet and beg from the other party, but the other party took out a few taels of stuff that looked white but not red from the mouth of his own dog and threw it in front of Zhu Yuanzhang,

His heart was absolutely in turmoil, filled with hatred.

He has long developed a reserved personality, but the expression on his face is still natural. The fire in his eyes is instantly ignited in the deepest part, but it is still covered by a deep smile. His pace is still calm and slow. No matter what is in front of him,

He could only grit his teeth and make the same choice in loneliness and depression, which was to eat.

Because you can only survive by eating it.

Otherwise there is only a dead end.

Under such circumstances, Zhu Yuanzhang would inevitably develop a cruel and almost cold character.

A gentleman's revenge will take ten years.

Not to mention planting.

I think this is what Zhu Yuanzhang was thinking at the time.

And a few years later, he ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, which is exactly what he did.

Here I want to say something. Many people say that after Zhu Yuanzhang became a wandering monk, he heard that someone was rebelling, and he followed the rebellion without hesitation. I think this is wrong in theory, and in terms of ideology and actual situation.

Untenable.

You might as well think about it. Although Zhu Yuanzhang was a monk at this time, he could at least have one or two mouthfuls of food every day to satisfy his hunger and have some food to eat. But if he became a rebel and followed the rebellion, he would have to face the possibility of someone appearing at any time.

The Yuan army with iron horses and scimitars in front of them is a business that will cost their heads. Not everyone is willing to do this kind of business that can lead to beheading at any time.

If he followed someone as soon as he heard someone was rebelling, why would he go back to Huangjue Temple to become a monk? He could have followed the rebels to rebel early and kill those bastards from the Yuan Dynasty who were all mothers without breasts.

Why walk thousands of miles back to the temple?

Therefore, this point is fundamentally contradictory and, rationally speaking, wrong.

Well, now that I'm back, let's make peace with it now that we've returned it.

When a monk hits the clock one day, just make do with it.

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Three years of humiliation, childhood pain, and all the anger were all buried deep in his heart. After returning to Huangjue Temple, he remained silent, waiting for the god of fate to come to him again.

It didn't take long for this opportunity to come.

Shortly after Zhu Yuanzhang returned to Huangjue Temple, a letter from a person was sent to him. This person's name was: Tang He. (Everyone must remember this name, because I think that among all the people who followed Zhu Yuanzhang in raising troops,

Tang He is the wisest and most aware of current affairs. He knows how to choose and give up. It is precisely because of this that he can become and the only person who follows Zhu Yuanzhang from beginning to end and ends well in the end.

Many of this person’s practices are indeed worth pondering and learning.)

Tang He, Zhu Yuanzhang's playmate since he was a child, can be said to be his childhood. They herded sheep together, played together, and grew up together. For Zhu Yuanzhang, they were true confidants.

At this time, Tang He was serving as a volunteer under Guo Zixing, the leader of the rebel army, and was a member of a thousand households.

There is no content in the letter in the history books, but I think it won't be too complicated. The general meaning is that I am now an official in the rebel army, and you have no future as a monk. Why don't you come with me and join Marshal Guo Zixing, together we brothers

Establish achievements and conquer the world.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was cautious and suspicious, was probably hesitant when he saw this letter, because Zhu Yuanzhang, who had just returned to Huangjue Temple and lived a stable life for two days, had not thought about rebelling. He was afraid from the bottom of his heart.

But at the same time, he also understood that he had good intentions for being small, and looking at the current situation in the world, the Yuan Dynasty was at the end of its war effort and would be overthrown sooner or later.

Besides, it is impossible for me to really be a monk for the rest of my life, because I have already experienced being kicked out once, and no one can guarantee that there will be a second time.

Just when Zhu Yuanzhang was hesitant, his senior brother quietly told him that other monks had known about the letter written by the rebel army to him, and were about to report it (from this, it can be seen that Zhu Yuanzhang's popularity is indeed not very good).

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Zhu Yuanzhang had no choice now and was forced to have no way out.
To be continued...