He transmigrated into a refugee in the Five Dynasties, and his head was already split open from the start.
His entire clan was starving, and even his childhood friend suspected a wild ghost had possessed him, ready to set up an altar and stick him with needles at any moment.
He felt the household registration document in his arms: the surname was Zhu.
Then he felt inside his sleeve: compressed biscuits, a titanium alloy dagger, and a riot helmet.
The Ming Dynasty didn't exist yet in the Five Dynasties.
But Zhu Yuanzhang had also risen from humble beginnings as a refugee.
I, the Emperor, have arrived early.
First, I'll make sure the whole clan has enough to eat.
