Ming Dynasty: Complaints at the Beginning to Seize the Throne

Snowy day. Zhu Chongba squatted at the foot of the city wall. He hasn't had anything hot to eat in three days. In his mouth, he chewed the incoming nest, which was so hard that it could kill a dog. "Bah." There is sand in the nest. He was about to throw up when a foot flew over. The bowl flew away. The nest rolled into the snow. "Is the old thing still alive?" Zhu Chongba raised his head.