Thick white mist kept rising, and the courtyards of each village were looming in the white mist. The entire Liumiao Village seemed to have ascended to a fairyland. Only the attic of Liu Ju's house at the east end of the village could still show its outline.

Everyone in the village knows that this is Miss Liu's embroidery house. It is said that Miss Liu's poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as her embroidery skills are all excellent, not to mention those in the nearby villages and towns, even in the entire Yanzhou Prefecture.

They are all very famous.

However, Zhu Xiaosong's thoughts were not on Miss Liu's family.

A person has just traveled through time, only to find that his cheap father has been lying on the hospital bed for more than half a month, and it seems that he is about to die. It is estimated that no one can think about Miss Liu at this time.

Zhu Xiaosong sighed slightly, then folded a few more firewood and put it into the stove. He looked at the medicine jar on the stove absentmindedly, but he was thinking about how he could get a sum of money in the shortest time.

It’s too late. If you travel to the Tang Dynasty, you can sell poems for money. If you travel to the Song Dynasty, you can sell lyrics for money. Even if you travel to the Ming Dynasty, there are still a few poems that can be copied and sold.

Selling poems for money is the fastest and most stable way to make money. Other methods such as making salt and burning glass are not only slow to make money, but also risky, and are far less safe than selling poems.

Unfortunately, we happened to travel back in time to the Shiquan Old Dog Years in Qingqing, and the few poems that could be copied in exchange for money had already been written by Nalan, so there was no need to copy them.

As for making money by working part-time, Zhu Xiaosong never even thought about it. After all, the fastest way to make money is written in the criminal law. I have never heard of anyone who can get rich overnight by working part-time.

Besides, it has only been a few years since Ming lost his deer, and I, Zhu Xiaosong, have not yet participated in the competition. Why should he become a slave and secure this beautiful country?

reason?

Isn’t this bullshit? Do you need a reason to rebel? Just to avoid being trapped in an electric drill?

Just when Zhu Xiaosong was secretly thinking about how to fight to the capital and seize the bird's seat, a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old came over with a ladle in his hand and whispered: "Brother? The family is running out of food."

Zhu Xiaosong resisted the urge to cut off the braid on the boy's head and said, "Use it all and cook a pot of pimple soup. Later, your second brother and I will chop some more firewood and bring back some noodles."

The young man responded, tightened his shabby coat, and was about to turn around to light a fire in the stove outside the house to cook, when he heard someone outside the door shouting: "Dad! Brother! I'm back."

The old man on the hospital bed was awakened, suddenly coughed rapidly, and asked: "Are you back on the second day?"

Zhu Xiaosong grunted, and while stroking the old man's chest to calm down, he said angrily to the outside: "Why don't you freeze to death, you stupid bear! Come inside quickly!"

Zhu Erdan agreed with a sigh, smiled sarcastically, carried the firewood, and pushed open the door. After entering the house, he quickly closed the door and asked the old man on the bed: "Dad, how are you feeling today?"

Before the old man could answer, Zhu Xiaosong said first, "Dad is still in good health. Please unload the firewood quickly, wash your hands, and wait for the third child to prepare the rice and serve it."

Zhu Erdan hummed, first unloaded the firewood and washed his hands, then took out a piece of pickle from the pickle jar, and said: "I'll add some pickles, and when the weather gets better at noon, I will cut bundles of firewood and sell them so that my father can catch them again."

Side medicine."

But the old man on the bed shook his head and said: "No need. With that money, I can save it easily. I will need money to marry a wife in the future. As for dad... cough! cough! Forget it."

Zhu Xiaosong frowned and said: "What are you talking about? If we are sick, we will treat the disease. Why can't we see you holding on so hard? You don't have to worry about money. My son will find a way."

But the old man shook his head, looked at Zhu Xiaosong, smiled weakly, and said: "Dad's body, I know that I can't hold it any longer."

After finishing speaking, the old man reluctantly raised his hand, stopped Zhu Xiaosong who wanted to speak, and said: "Dad can't hold it anymore, please help me up, and then call the second and third sons over. Daddy has something to explain."

Give it to me."

Zhu Xiaosong looked at the cheap old man who suddenly had a rosy look on his face, his heart immediately thumped, and he called the second and third sons in as he was told.

The old man looked at Zhu Xiaosong, then at the second eldest brother Zhu Erdan and the third eldest brother Zhu Sanshun, and suddenly laughed and said: "Mother Xen left early, and dad has never had much ability in his life. He ended up living in such a shabby house.

Xie and I have reached the age where they should marry each other, but dad has not been able to find a wife for Xie."

Zhu Xiaosong said: "There is no rush to marry a wife. Dad, take good care of your health. When you are well, I will find a way to make money. By then, all three of my brothers will have married several people and have a lot of children.

You old man still have to look after the children for me."

The old man coughed twice and said with a forced smile: "You're talking nonsense!"

After finishing speaking, the old man looked up at the roof. After a while, he said: "There is something that dad originally wanted to take to the ground. Cough! Cough! But after thinking about it, dad thought that he should still tell him."

The old man withdrew his gaze from the roof, looked at Zhu Xiaosong and the second and third children, and whispered: "Remember, boss, your real name should be Zhu Zhongxuan, not Zhu Xiaosong, second child, your real name should be Zhu Zhongchen."

Not Zhu Erdan, the real name of the third child should be Zhu Zhongchen, not Zhu Sanshun."

Zhu Xiaosong raised his head in astonishment and asked, "Zhu Zhongxuan? Dad, what do you mean?"

The old man coughed several times in succession, nodded reluctantly, took something out of his arms and handed it to Zhu Xiaosong. After coughing a few more times, he said: "Da Ming Dynasty, Ming Dynasty Yizong, Emperor Yizonglie, is your seventh generation ancestor."

At this point, a hint of bitterness appeared in the corner of the old man's mouth, and he sighed: "Zhu Zhongxuan, oh, Zhu Zhongxuan, our ancestors are weak! Dad originally planned to die with this secret, but..."

"We, the descendants of the Zhu family, are in a difficult situation. It is only in your generation that we have three brothers. However, the second brother is very brave and lacks calculation. The third brother is good at studying, but he only knows how to study hard. If he fails the exam,

If you become an official in the imperial examination, I am afraid that the secret will be exposed sooner or later. By then, not only will the third child fail to become an official, but it will become a life-threatening talisman for the three of you brothers."

"After dad passes away, you three brothers can live incognito. The third brother must not think about becoming an official in the imperial examination, nor can he think about getting rich."

"Boss, you are the most stable among the three brothers, but you are also the wildest one. After dad passes away, you, you, must, must, take good care of them and don't think about anything that shouldn't be done.

.”

Zhu Xiaosong grabbed the cheap dad's hand and replied seriously: "Dad, don't worry, I will take good care of the second and third children, marry them wives, and let them live a good life."

The old man hummed, but the abnormal rosiness on his face became more and more obvious, and his overall spirit improved a lot. He even hummed a ditty: "Speak of Fengyang, say Fengyang, Fengyang is a good place.

Ever since Emperor Zhu was born, there has been ten, ten, nine years of drought..."

Zhu Xiaosong looked at the cheap dad who had only been called dad for a day and now died directly. His heart was as messy as if he had been trampled by tens of thousands of mythical beasts. Even Zhu Erdan and Lao San were stunned.

For a moment, the three brothers forgot to cry for their father.

After a long while, Zhu Sanshun muttered: "Brother? It's about daddy..."

Zhu Xiaosong stood up with red eyes and said solemnly: "I will cremate my father. We will not bury him for the time being. We will take the ashes with us."

The second child suddenly became anxious and shouted: "No! Our father has a son, how can he not be buried in the ancestral grave!"

The third child also had a look of astonishment on his face and asked: "Brother? You don't want our father to be buried in peace, but you want to burn our father and take him with him? You! You are being extremely unfilial!"

Zhu Xiaosong looked at the second and third children and said: "Ancestral grave? Where is our ancestral grave? Is it in Yanzhou Prefecture or Fengyang? Or Shuntian Prefecture?"

Hearing the meaning of Zhu Xiaosong's words, the third child couldn't help but frown and said: "Brother, the Ming Dynasty has already died! Is it possible that you still want to rebel against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty? Let's just follow what dad said and live incognito, isn't it good?

"

The second child also said: "Yes! Then Lord Qianlong...Qianlong is not easy to deal with. Even if you want to rebel against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty, you should at least wait until your father is buried before discussing it!"

But Zhu Xiaosong sneered and said: "Now that our father is buried, do you plan to wait for the slaves to come, dig him out, file his bones and scatter his ashes? Let's cremate our father now, and then drive away the Tatars later.

, let’s bury my father in glory in the Shuntian Mansion’s imperial mausoleum.”

"Also, you ask me why I want to rebel? You also ask me if living is not good? Then I tell you, living is certainly good. Even if ants know how to live, who would be willing to die if they can live?"

"But, tell me, living like that without any dignity, even worse than a dog, is that... still alive?"

Zhu Xiaosong walked to the door of the house, stretched out his hand to open the door, looked at the little bit of morning sun that had just emerged outside the house, and said, "I could have endured the darkness, if I had never seen the light."

Those who have seen the light cannot bear the darkness.

A person who is accustomed to arbitrary words cannot stand the literary prison where he will be executed just for writing one sentence: "One's heart is full of turbidity and purity."

A person who is accustomed to straightening his back cannot bear the oppression of Jiannu who acts like a coward to the outside world but rides on the heads of the common people and shits and pisses on the inside. He cannot even bend his knees.

Why must we rebel?

People like Yehenala Ying will not think of rebellion, and people like Qingchuan who have traveled through the ages just to deliver goods will not rebel, because they are all vested interests.

But! Is he, Zhu Xiaosong, a person with vested interests? No! On the contrary, Zhu Xiaosong is the biggest person with vested interests in the world!

Zhu Xiaosong said: "Even if we are willing to remain anonymous and survive, as long as the three names Zhu Zhongyi, Zhu Zhongchen, and Zhu Zhongchen leak even a little bit of information, we will only die!"

"Remember, if you don't want to leak even a little bit of news, either our three brothers will die, or we will simply let this secret no longer be a secret. Otherwise, we will always have to live in fear."

Therefore, even if there is no talk of darkness or darkness, and there is no talk of expelling the Tartars and restoring China, Zhu Xiaosong can only take the path of rebellion.

Zhu Xiaosong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The second brother said something right just now, that is, it is not enough for the three of us to rebel."
Chapter completed!