In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, I transmigrated into the eight-year-old Zhu Xiongying, and was fretting about how to survive through August in the Hongwu era.
Then I heard my imperial grandfather shout at the Ministry of Works, “The cannon’s bore pressure is wrong! Switch to composite armor!”
Me: ??? I decided to take a gamble. I drew a construction method for a regular fifty-seven-sided polygon in charcoal and sent it to the Hall of Martial Valor.
That night, Zhu Yuanzhang kicked open my palace doors, his gaze sharp as a knife. “Comrade, if the variation is odd, the result is odd?” Me: “If the symbol is even, the result is even!”
The old Zhu fell silent, and so did I. The next moment, a notification rang out! A panel announcing the successful binding of the Great Ming National Destiny System appeared before us. The old Zhu and Zhu Xiongying were both astonished, and they swore that grandfather and grandson would join forces to change the fate of all people, so their descendants would never again suffer the hardships of war!
