Great Ming: I Just Started a Rebellion, and Zhu Yuanzhang Sent Elite Troops to Help

In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu, a teahouse outside Yingtian changed hands.

Its new owner was a young man.

The teahouse had few customers, but one old farmer who loved tea could always be found there.

Old Farmer: "The solution you suggested for the plague has already saved countless lives."

Young Man: "Old Zhu, you're something else. I only mentioned it offhand, and you actually found a way to get it before the emperor."

Old Farmer: "Heh. I may be from Fengyang, but the emperor's one of my own. Want to become an official? I can make it happen."

Young Man: "Bah! I treated you like an elder, and you want to get me killed."

Old Farmer: "Tell me more. How can we make sure everyone in the country has enough to eat?"

Young Man: "Let me tell you something. I'm going to rebel. Once Old Zhu dies, the new emperor won't be able to keep things under control."

The old farmer was silent for a long while. "Where are you planning to start? I've got twenty thousand elite troops. They're yours."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.