When I dressed as a beggar in Yingtian Mansion in the ninth year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang was suffering from famine.
Seeing people dying of hunger in the streets, I took out my high school biology textbook and said, "Your Majesty, give me a piece of land and double the yield per mu."
Lao Zhu sneered: "If it doesn't work, Ling Chi."
Three months later, Oda Inaho was bent over.
I pointed to the newly built water conservancy project: "This is called work-for-relief."
Lao Zhu stared at the bulging pockets of the refugees with hot eyes: "Teach me more, sir?"
When Hu Weiyong's henchmen spread the rumors that I was a demon, I was leading people to fight the Huaixi plague.
Zhu Yuanzhang rushed into the epidemic area with his sword and cut down the rumor mongers with one sword: "Whoever touches my national master, I will punish him from the ten tribes!"
