In the First Bowl, Lao Zhu Forced Me to Be a Royal Guard

[Hongwu of the Ming Dynasty × time travel × funny throughout × golden finger is scrapped at the beginning] In the autumn of the fifteenth year of Hongwu, outside the Chaoyang Gate of Yingtian Mansion. A beggar with no household registration, no road guide, and no such person in the yellow book, knelt in front of the prince's car, holding a chipped and broken bowl above his head with both hands. "Your Majesty, I can save His Majesty the Grand Sun!" The knife swished out of its sheath and struck him across the neck. The car curtain opened and the young man inside looked at him for a long time. "Why do I believe you?" "Your Highness, it doesn't matter whether you believe me or not. You might as well treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor." The horse is really alive. That night, Jinyiwei, which had just been established for half a year, knocked on doors in Yingtian City, begging for a meal from each household. The fierce-looking Xiao Qi stood at the door of the house. He opened his mouth three times before he could say "Give... Give me some food." The whole family knelt on the ground and called me. Zhu Yuanzhang pushed away the golden bowl brought from the imperial kitchen, took out a coarse porcelain bowl from the bottom of the stove, squatted down, and cooked a pot of leftover rice from a hundred families with his own hands. When the grandson opened his eyes, the first word he said was: hungry. The old man was grateful and suspicious, and rewarded him with something. "A hundred households of Jin Yiwei. Follow the prince." "Your Majesty, I really don't want to be a royal guard!" "It's not up to you." The hall was quiet for a long time. "When we were little, our name was Chongba." From then on, the Ming Dynasty had an additional Ninth Master. He shouted every day that he didn't want to be a royal guard. Shout once and level up.