"Cut!"
Chu Yuan, who had a millionaire family and was worried about having to pay off his mortgage, had just pushed open the back door of his dilapidated canteen to find some scraps to sell, when he missed the mark and fell into the middle of the execution ground in Nanjing City.
Hundreds of Jin Yiwei's embroidered spring knives instantly surrounded him. On the execution stage, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was visiting incognito in private, was desperately chasing this "demon" in strange clothes.
In a desperate situation, Chu Yuan Hu Hua did not panic, because he found that the canteen is an absolutely invincible safe zone in this time and space!
So, he silently took out a "Junior High School History Textbook" for nine-year compulsory education from his trouser pocket, turned to the page "Prince Yiwen Zhu Biao died young", and threw it directly into Lao Zhu's face.
Lao Zhu admired it, broke down and cried on the spot, and everyone in court fell to their knees.
As a result, the painting style of Ming Dynasty changed suddenly.
Zhu Yuanzhang: "Mr. Chu, can this amoxicillin really save our girl? Let's take the national jade seal instead!"
Zhu Di: "Uncle Chu, let me drive this tractor. I will go plow Mobei tomorrow!"
In modern times, Chu Yuan fell into deep thought as he looked at the billions of "historical focus" assets that suddenly flowed out of his bank card...
