The Blind Storyteller: Zhu Yuanzhang Hears Me Speak of the Art of Slaying Dragons

In the tenth year of Hongwu, Qin Yu transmigrated here and became blind. Unable to get around on his own, he drew on memories from a later age and became a storyteller at a teahouse.

Stories of The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade, Magellan, the Age of Discovery, and the sights of the future, like cell phones and computers. Whatever the audience wanted to hear, he told them.

I am Zhu Yuanzhang. After court, I like to tour Shuntian Prefecture. There's a storyteller who suits my taste. I like listening to his tales of foreign lands and hearing him talk about potatoes, corn, and tomatoes. If only my Ming Dynasty had those things too.

I am Qin Yu. Lately, the audience keeps asking me sensitive questions about current affairs.

"Mars appearing in the heart of the sky? How about learning about heliocentrism?"

"The court recruited a batch of southerners? Easy. Set up separate civil service exams for the north and south."

"Yang Xian's skinning and Cao Xuan's punishment? How about learning about the rule of law?"

"..."

It was only when I started running my mouth about the art of overthrowing a tyrant that the constables couldn't take it anymore. One stood up and shouted, "Blind man, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Below, Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Da, Xu Miaoyun, and Lan Yu all stood up. "Who are you calling blind?"

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