Great Ming: From the Start, I Sold Sesame Cakes, and Zhu Yuanzhang Begged Me to Become Emperor

In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, I came to the Ming Dynasty, an era of iron and blood. Then I followed my adoptive father and sold flatbreads! After that, my adoptive father starved to death in a famine! In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu, Crown Prince Zhu Biao died, shaking the court and the country. With the help of Old Master Huang, I opened a little tavern. “Old Master, I’ll care for you until the end.” “I can brew the Ming Dynasty’s Yanghe strong-aroma liquor, make compressed rations, and even produce perfume and lipstick.” “Not only can I build a fortune and marry a beautiful bride, I can also bring peace to the nation and unite the land!” Old Master Huang, don’t worry. As long as I’m here, this iron-blooded Ming, this glorious empire where the Son of Heaven guards the gates of the realm, will usher in a magnificent golden age unlike any other. Fine! You can be emperor. I, Zhu Yuanzhang, trust my eldest grandson!