In the late autumn of 1328, in the Huaibei wilderness, the wind was as sharp as a knife.
The Zhu family's thatched hut was in dilapidated condition, and Zhu Wusi squatted in the corner counting the remaining copper coins.
"Another one!" There was no joy in the midwife's voice.
The baby, named Zhu Chongba, cried in the cold wind. No one knew that his cry would eventually overthrow the Yuan Dynasty.
