Zhu Xiongying, the eldest grandson of Zhu Yuanzhang, woke up when he was seven years old with a "farming infrastructure system" in his mind. The emperor's eldest grandson only knows how to farm and build infrastructure, and Zhu Yuanzhang is going crazy.
Mother Chang was seriously ill and coughed up blood, and the imperial doctor was helpless. The system told him: Grow potatoes and you will be rewarded with a life-saving prescription.
The seven-year-old grandson of the emperor squatted in the corner of the imperial garden, dug the soil with his hands, rubbed the blood blisters with his palms, and planted twelve potatoes. The palace maid and eunuch looked at his hands covered with mud and thought he was crazy.
Sixty days later, the potatoes are harvested. The system rewarded her with a prescription, and Chang's pulse became stable. Doctor Zhang felt his pulse three times, sweating on his forehead, and knelt down to plead guilty.
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the bowl of potato stew, took a bite, put down his chopsticks, and drank half a cup of tea in silence——
"What is this?"
Later, when Zhu Xiongying improved farm tools, the old carpenter knelt down; when radishes and cabbages were planted all over the imperial garden, Queen Ma knelt down to help him pull weeds; he drew a diagram of the Jinyiwei organizational structure, and Zhu Yuanzhang looked at it all night.
The seven-year-old grandson of the emperor was cultivating the land while building an intelligence agency. No one in the Ming Dynasty knew that this child with hands full of mud was quietly rewriting the fate of the entire empire.
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