Lao Zhu Wondered: This County Magistrate Can Be an Emperor Better Than Me.

[History/Infrastructure/Relaxing Articles/Emperor's Perspective] In the tenth year of Hongwu's reign, Zhu Yuanzhang secretly visited Pei County incognito to find his ancestral home. Just after passing the boundary marker, the carriage suddenly stopped bumping. Lao Zhu lifted the curtain and took a look - the dark flat road beneath his feet was wide enough for four carriages. An old farmer on the roadside was holding a dry cigarette in his mouth and squinting at the convoy: "A bunch of out-of-town bumpkins, have you never seen the road before?" Walking further inside, you can see the golden wheat waves as far as the eye can see. The "community" extending in all directions is full of people. The inn that costs five taels of silver a night is equipped with a "flushing bucket" and "spring cushions." The clerk smiled broadly: "Sir, hot water is on call." Lao Zhu stood in front of the inn window, looking at the fireworks all over the city, and squeezed Queen Ma's hand: "If the whole world had been like this back then... We wouldn't have had to rebel."