Daming: I'm Only Eight Years Old. Having More Children Means More Blessings. What the Hell?

Zhu Gaoyu died on the eve of his thirty-sixth birthday. Thirty-six years, nothing accomplished. No house, no car, no savings, no wife, no children, no support. A blind date that was so realistic that it shattered his last bit of dignity. He doesn't want much. It's just a home, a little dignity, and a way to hold one's head high and be a good person. But in the end, all that was left was endless exhaustion and unwillingness. The second before he closed his eyes, he had only one thought: If there is an afterlife, I will never live like this. If there is an afterlife, I must hold the power in my hand, protect the people I want to protect, and fight for everything that needs to be fought for! ... Open your eyes again. Heaven and earth have changed. He became Zhu Xiongying, the eight-year-old grandson of the emperor in the fifteenth year of Hongwu's reign in the Ming Dynasty. His grandfather is Zhu Yuanzhang, his grandmother is Empress Ma, and his father is Prince Zhu Biao. Tianhu starts. But he was lying on the hospital bed with a high fever and acne all over his body. It is clearly written in the history books: This month, you will die. At this moment, a cold mechanical sound exploded in my mind: [Ding! The host soul is detected and bound to the "Many Sons and Many Blessings System"! [Mission: Change your fate against the will of heaven, spread your branches and leaves, and bring blessings to the Ming Dynasty! Zhu Xiongying: "..." He looked down at his eight-year-old body and was stunned on the spot. "I'm only eight years old! What the hell are more children and more blessings?!" [Ming Dynasty + time travel + system + strategy + farming.