System + time travel + technology + family + war
On the day I became Zhu Xiongying, the eldest grandson of the Ming Dynasty, my mother died of dystocia and hemorrhage, and my father, Zhu Biao, fainted from tears in the history books.
The system told me: Want to save your loved ones? Take your life in exchange!
So when I was five years old, I grabbed Zhu Yuanzhang's beard with my left hand and held up the design of a flintlock gun with my right hand.
"Old man! Do you want to use this thing to attack Bei Yuan in exchange for my mother's life?"
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the hybrid rice that produced thousands of kilograms per mu, touched the steam engine model, and kicked open the gate of the East Palace overnight.
"Biao'er! Don't be the prince, my grandson is the one who deserves to sit on the throne!"
I slapped "Tiangong Kaiwu" on his face with my backhand.
"Why are you so anxious? The treasure ship hasn't sailed to the West yet, and the Japanese pirates haven't finished digging up the silver yet!
When the Ming Dynasty's cavalry trampled the grassland, the Shenji camp's artillery fire reflected the night sky of the Japanese island red.
Lan Yu carried the blood-stained military flag and shouted:
"Great grandson! The sun never sets on what you want, uncles have captured it! "
The historian tremblingly rewrote the actual records of Hongwu:
[That year, the five-year-old grandson of the emperor pointed at the globe: Everything the sun and moon shine on is our land of the Ming Dynasty!
