The next day, my mother got up very early, and when she got up, she came to visit Zhu Minghua. Yesterday, she was so scared. What if her son was really stupid, how could she live her rest of her life? When she came into the house and saw that her son got up, she said with confidence: "Baoer, do you think she is mother?"

"I recognize you, aren't you my mother? Yesterday you went to Ma Yuanwai's Mansion to mess with him."

I don’t know what it means to hit the car, but when I see that my son is fine, I don’t care about anything else, so I happily said: “Xu Banxian said you may suffer from amnesia, so let Wei Niang tell you more about family matters.”

"Okay, mom, tell me."

"Okay, my mother said. Our family is the 12th generation grandson of Taizu and belongs to the King of Chu. Remember, you are the emperor and nobleman of Zhenggen. You still have a position. You are a lieutenant of the auxiliary country registered by the Ministry of Rites. You have 200 stones of rice every year. Although there is not much left for 20% off now, you can still take advantage of the title of the auxiliary country lieutenant."

When Zhu Minghua heard my mother talk about trivial matters, he said, "Mom, okay, I know these, where is my father?"

When my mother heard this, her eyes turned red and said, "Your father was gone last year. If your father wants to live, we orphans and widows will be bullied. Two years ago, your father saw a carriage passing by on the street, thinking about getting some money to make clothes for our mother and mother. But I didn't expect that the foreign killing did not know the rules of Huguang. When you saw your father crawling under the wheel, he didn't hold the carriage, and your father was gone."

Zhu Minghua heard this and said, "Who are these people in this family? My husband is trying to mess around and his wife scolds the streets. It's really weird."

My mother continued to preach: "Later, for my mother, I took you and your uncle to catch the merchant in the county to sue, and even persuaded the merchant to kill him to pay a thousand taels of silver."

"One thousand taels, I remember seeing an article online before. In the late Ming Dynasty, one tael of silver was equivalent to one thousand yuan in modern times. One thousand taels of silver was one million in later generations. One million in life. I think I would be less than that?"

Zhu Minghua said, "Mom, it seems that you are going to be less than one thousand taels?"

My mother replied angrily: "Of course, that merchant has a relative who is a governor in HN. It seems that he has some relationship with the county magistrate. Otherwise, you think one thousand taels can be done. A few years ago, the general of the town of Wuchang led people to rob the caravan and killed more than 20 people. What's wrong? In the end, the emperor refused to sentence Fengyang to imprisonment. At that time, my mother thought about it. After all, our family was in the county, and it was difficult for the high-ranking officials to deal with the little ghosts. In the future, they would inevitably deal with the county magistrate He. It would be a bad thing for him, my mother and I would not live a difficult life."

Zhu Minghua thought: "I didn't expect that I still have this experience. This is the case. Now you are awesome and you are the eldest brother. When you ask me for it in the future, you will ask you to pull the Qing Dan."

Zhu Minghua saw his mother immersed in the memories of her father, muttering about how many people came to get married, and everyone came to the King of Chu's mansion, what is the Jincai of the Ministry of Rites, etc. He interrupted his mother's memory and said, "Mom, what is my name? What is my name? I remember my name is Zhu Saner."

When my mother heard me ask this, she said embarrassedly: "The name of our Chu Fan that Taizu decided at that time was: Meng Jijun Rongxian, Yinghua was full of Shengrong, Hongcai was promoted to Boyan, Maoshi made full contributions, and arranged it. Your father is from the Rong generation, named Zhu Rong 21, and your name is Zhu Hongsan."

"What? My father's name is Zhu Rong Eryi?"

"The gang of killers from the Ministry of Rites doesn't like to use their brains to name them. They have to leave the characters to the prince and the prince to use them for close branches. A royal family like us can only use their birthdays. Your father ranked 21st in the Chu Fan that year. Your birthday was the first day of the lunar month, and you ranked third, so you got a good name."

"What a good name?" Zhu Minghua shouted.

My mother said, "This is pretty good. I heard your father say there were strange names, such as Zhu Suzha, the King of Anchang of Zhou, Zhu Gongzha of Fengchuan, Zhu Gongzha of Lu, Zhu Xingai of Xincai of Lu, Zhu Shentu of Suhuai; Zhu Xianyan of Xiangyin of Liao, Zhu Chongyan of Hengyang, Zhu Shuoba of Chengxiu of Tang, Zhu Shuoba of Xianping of Hui, Zhu Changyan of Yanjin, Zhu Changhuang of Puyang of Yifan, Zhu Changjiang of Renhua, Zhu Youtiao of Renhua. The most awesome are Zhu Ganwa, Zhu Ganhuang of Qiyang of Min, Zhu Ganhuang of Guangji. Do you like such a name?"

After hearing this, Zhu Minghua laughed: "I'd better call me Zhutou San. No matter how you say it is, it's better than Zhu Youtiao and Zhu Ganfow."

When my mother saw her son laughing, it seemed that she was not seriously ill, and she said happily: "Okay, it's not Zhu Tou San, it's Zhu Hong San. My son, breakfast is ready. You go to the kitchen to eat. My mother also needs to take care of the shop in the front yard. After eating, you can play by yourself. Remember not to go to Majiazhuang outside the city and be far away from the broom star."

"Broom Star? What does it mean?" Zhu Minghua's gossip fire burned.

"It's just that Ma's girl who broke your head. Look at her. She is only seven or eight years old, and she is tall and tall, but she still has big feet. This is to kill her husband."

"Mom, aren't you big feet?" Zhu Minghua regretted it after saying that in the Ming Dynasty, it was basically the same as saying that a woman had big feet and later generations scolded a woman with torn shoes.

"Son, you also say to me? How could I raise you so big? Last year, after your father died, I was not going to run a grocery store, you bastard, starved to death. Now that you grow up, your mother is a big-footed woman." My mother cried over and scolded Zhu Minghua for being heartless.

When Zhu Minghua saw that my mother was crying sadly, she immediately knelt down and hugged her mother's legs and said, "Mom, I'm wrong. I shouldn't say you have big feet. Don't worry, when I grow up, I will marry the maid back to vent my anger."

I was amused when I heard what I said: "Nonsense, how could my son marry that broom star? My son must marry a lady from a noble family."

Zhu Minghua beat the snake and said with a stick, "Yes, I'll give birth to a bunch of grandchildren for me, and I'll be happy with me every day."

"Little bastard, you will be slick, just like your dead father. Go and have a meal, it will be cold in a while." After saying that, I went out.

Zhu Minghua saw that my mother went out and went to the front yard. She put on her clothes, shoes and socks. Fortunately, the children's clothes were all straight-collared jackets, which were not as complicated as those worn by adults. However, the socks were quite complicated. They were just a piece of cloth. They didn't wear them after a long time of work. They stopped wearing shoes barefoot.

After leaving my own house, my home is a courtyard house, the main house is three rooms, on the left is my mother's house, in the middle is the living room (it looks like a living room, but Zhu Minghua doesn't know what it is called), and on the right is Zhu Minghua's house.

After leaving the main room, there are two wing rooms on both sides, the wood room and the kitchen on the left, and the warehouse on the right. Zhu Minghua ran to see the locks on the warehouse. He lay down at the crack of the door and saw some boxes inside.

Several shacks were built next to the warehouse, and seven or eight chickens were raised, including a big rooster and three flower hens, and the others were small chickens. There was also a big fat pig in the shack. It seemed that there were 200 kilograms, so my mother probably kept it to kill the New Year pig.

There was a little yellow dog in the last shack, a Chinese pastoral dog, which was about three months old, and his body was trembling with cold. Zhu Minghua looked at the puppy very pitiful. Seeing that there was no food in the pottery bowl in front of him, I might have just been concerned about his son, and I forgot about the puppy’s food.

Zhu Minghua picked up the puppy and went to the kitchen. He saw a bowl of white porridge, three buns, two fried eggs, and a plate of cucumbers with sauce. Is the breakfast good? He fed the puppy first and fed it half a bun.

Seeing that it stopped eating, it was probably full. Put the puppy aside and the wind blew away the clouds. After eating, I patted my stomach and found that the breakfast from the Ming Dynasty was also pretty good, pure natural green food.

After dinner, I sat in the yard for a while. The Dragon Boat Festival just passed, and it was a good time. I bask in the yard for a while. It was meaningless. Zhu Minghua found a branch, painted it on the ground, and drew some symbols that only he knew. If a later generation looked at what Zhu Minghua painted at this time, he would find that he was painting a map of China.

Zhu Minghua recalled his only historical knowledge. The Ming Dynasty was about to end in the 18th and 19th year. The time was uncertain. The location could be determined as Wuchang Prefecture, which was Wuhan in later generations. It was about fifteen years before Zhang Xianzhong's massacre of the city. Now he is five years old, and he is twenty years old in his prime. He is in his prime and can run away.

But where can I go? Sichuan is not good. After killing Zhang Xianzhong, he went to Sichuan after slaughtering Wuchang. He killed nine out of ten rooms in Sichuan. Later generations said that Zhang Xianzhong was killed by a man of Qing Dynasty. No matter who was killed, he could not go to Sichuan anyway.

Huguang cannot stay, and Zhejiang, which is now Nanzhili, is not good either. I remember that Emperor Hongguang of the Nanming seemed to have been the emperor for a year and committed suicide (not suicide, but ran away. Later, he was captured by the Qing soldiers and sent to BJ and was killed).
Chapter completed!