Great Ming: I’m Only Eight, So What’s With All This More Children, More Blessings Stuff?

Zhu Gaoyu died on the eve of his thirty-sixth birthday. Thirty-six years, and he'd achieved nothing. No house, no car, no savings. No wife, no children, no one to rely on. A painfully realistic blind date shattered the last scrap of his dignity. He hadn't wanted much. Just a home, a little self-respect, and a chance to hold his head high. But in the end, all he had left was endless exhaustion and resentment. In the second before he closed his eyes, he had only one thought: If there's another life, I won't live so pathetically. If there's another life, I'll wield power, protect the people I care about, and fight for everything I deserve! When he opened his eyes again, the world had changed. He had become Zhu Xiongying, the eight-year-old eldest grandson of the Hongwu Emperor in the fifteenth year of the Ming dynasty. His grandfather was Zhu Yuanzhang, his grandmother Empress Ma, and his father the Crown Prince, Zhu Biao. A dream start from the beginning. But he was lying in a sickbed, burning with a fever that wouldn't break, his body covered in smallpox. The history books made it perfectly clear: He would die this very month. Just then, a cold mechanical voice exploded in his mind: [Ding! Host's soul detected. Binding the More Children, More Blessings System!] [Mission: Defy fate, build a thriving family, and bring blessings to the Ming dynasty!] Zhu Xiongying: “…” He looked down at his eight-year-old body and froze on the spot. “I'm only eight! What the hell is this More Children, More Blessings stuff?!” [Ming dynasty + transmigration + System + political intrigue + farming.]