The Beautiful Girl Zhu Yuanzhang Dream Factory

Zhu Yuanzhang was bound to the Beautiful Girl Dream Factory System.

That's right, he was a beautiful girl, and the one raising him in the System was his one-and-a-half-year-old son.

When the System bound them, it asked him, "Are you willing to sacrifice some imperial dignity so that the Ming Dynasty can enjoy peace and prosperity, and everyone can live and work in contentment?"

Zhu Yuanzhang answered solemnly, "I am willing."

But nobody said his dignity would be sacrificed like this!

Dressed in a little pink shirt and attending court, Zhu Yuanzhang stared expressionlessly as his ministers below dared not even raise their heads, laughing so hard they could barely breathe. He clenched his fists.

For the future of the Ming Dynasty, he would endure!

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Zhu Qi transmigrated to the Ming Dynasty, becoming the ninth son of Zhu Yuanzhang, a child who shared his name and had died young in history.

His transmigration also came with a beautiful girl-raising System.

Zhu Qi resolved to achieve the perfect ending: the Hongwu Emperor.

First, he needed to raise the stats.

So he arranged classes to help Zhu Yuanzhang improve himself.

Zhu Yuanzhang, a man in his forties, was dragged into lessons with a loud "Moo!" at six in the morning and kept at it until nine at night: "..."

When the realm lacked supplies, he began sending people on expedition after expedition to find them.

Xu Da, whose stats were the highest and who had to be transported to a different place every day to survive in the wilderness: "..."

To raise his ministers' loyalty, he sent Zhu Yuanzhang to win over each of them.

Chen Yu, a sixty-year-old who woke every day to find fresh roses by his bed and occasionally heard the emperor confessing his love, all because the rewards were so good: "..."

But though everyone led all kinds of humiliating lives every day, they realized that smiles were appearing more often on the people's faces and their lives were getting better and better.

Everyone: For the future of the Ming Dynasty, we will endure!

Completed works: My Farmhouse Welcomes Emperors from Every Dynasty, A God-Tier Tycoon, but Make It Everyday Life

Coming soon: The Emperors of Every Dynasty Are My Dads

Little Liu Mengmeng realized that something seemed to be wrong with the minds of her adoptive dads.

For example, one day, one would sternly demand she place in the top five in her class or bring shame upon him. The next day, he would gently pat her head and say that there was no need to rush when it came to studying, and that character mattered more than knowledge.

Liu Mengmeng: O.o?

But she was only a little kindergarten student, so she couldn't worry about all that!

As Liu Mengmeng happily bounced into school with her little backpack, the smile on her "father's" face grew almost feral.

It was because his mind was about to descend into chaos.

No, he wasn't suffering from multiple personality disorder. It was just that the emperors of many dynasties could take turns using this body to raise little Liu Mengmeng.

That was because she had a switch that connected worlds. Only through her could they obtain modern items that were practically a dimensional leap ahead of their own era.

For example, improved rice and wheat.

Heaven knew how shocked they were the first time they saw wheat producing six thousand jin per mu.

Today, Li Shimin was in charge of the body; yesterday, it was Emperor Xuanzong of Tang.

Taking advantage of the fact that Li Shimin couldn't hit him, Emperor Xuanzong of Tang boldly spoke up: "You have no idea how to raise a child. Your own crown prince rebelled against you!"

Li Shimin, hit hard where it hurt: "...Unfilial descendant! Shut up!"

But there was no time to lose, and he still had to go work as a gofer at the agricultural research institute and see if he could pick up some new agricultural knowledge.

Li Shimin worriedly checked his bank balance.

This wouldn't do. If he kept skipping work, he would run out of money.

"How about this, Old Zhao? Let your grandson, Emperor Huizong of Song, take over your body for a day and paint a couple of pictures to sell. I was scrolling on my phone on the subway this morning and saw that one of your kid's paintings sold for 380 million!"

Zhao Ji wasn't angry. He answered earnestly, "If the painting doesn't look old enough, won't people think it's a fake?"

Li Shimin came up with another idea. "First Emperor, why don't you send a mass text to everyone around you and ask them to chip in some money? That seems to be popular nowadays. Something like, 'I am Qin Shi Huang. Send me money and I'll let you inherit my army.'"

Ying Zheng: "..."

He countered, "Don't you have burial goods? Why not take a couple?"

Li Shimin was helpless. Technically, borrowing a couple of burial goods from his own tomb wasn't against the law, but in modern times... "It's heavily guarded. That would really be illegal!"

As Mengmeng's favorite dad, Li Shimin couldn't bear the thought of going to prison. Mengmeng would be so heartbroken.

Liu Che, meanwhile, declared that when it was his turn tomorrow, he would take the title of Mengmeng's favorite daddy for himself!

Theme: Strive hard and keep moving forward!