Great Ming: Sweet Potatoes Are for Pigs, Not for You, Old Zhu!

[Zhu Yuanzhang + farming and technology + wish-fulfillment System story]

“Dig in, guys!”

Su Yang knocks on the pig trough and dumps in a bucket of golden, soft, sticky sweet potatoes.

He turns around.

The pigs are nowhere to be seen.

Three grown men are bent over the trough, happily stuffing their faces.

Su Yang is dumbfounded.

“Uncle! That's pig food!”

“Pig food?” Zhu Yuanzhang says. “I'm Old Zhu!”

Su Yang has been stranded deep in the mountains for a year.

All he wants is to use the System to lie low, grow stronger, and survive in the wilderness.

Who knew he'd run into three refugees claiming to be Zhu Yuanzhang, Xu Da, and Xu Miaoyun?

Not only are their names suspiciously familiar,

they keep drooling over all his stuff!

Xu Miaoyun chomps on a watermelon. “Waaah, it's a divine fruit from heaven...”

Xu Da hugs a down jacket. “If our soldiers had these, they wouldn't have to fear the snowstorms of the Northern Yuan!”

Old Zhu looks at a warehouse full of potatoes. “With this divine crop, how could the people of my Ming dynasty ever go hungry?”

Su Yang is left with a head full of questions.

Are you three really from ancient times?

Many years later,

the Ming cavalry sweeps across the globe, with the sun-and-moon banner flying everywhere.

Su Yang looks at the civil and military officials kneeling before him, and Old Zhu offering him a cigarette.

“Wait... bro, are you actually serious?!”