Great Ming: I Wanted to Be a Beggar, but Old Zhu Made Me Imperial Preceptor

Ling Feng opens his eyes, completely stunned. Other people transmigrate and become kings or nobles, but he gets dropped straight into the Hongwu era of the Ming Dynasty as a beggar.

He immediately slaps his thigh and yells from the street corner, "Zhu Chongba! I, Ling Feng, have a brilliant plan to make the Ming Dynasty filthy rich. Hurry over and welcome me!"

A passerby says, "This beggar's so desperate to get his head chopped off, he's gone crazy!"

Unexpectedly, his words really do reach Zhu Yuanzhang.

Old Zhu raises an eyebrow, one hand on his saber. "Bring me that audacious beggar. I want to hear what he has to say!"

Ling Feng is hauled into the Golden Throne Hall. His knees are trembling, but he still talks big. "Your Majesty, let's not chop off my head just yet! I'll teach you how to set up textile assembly lines and grow high-yield potatoes. In one year, I'll make the national treasury three times fatter!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's face darkens. "Keep talking nonsense, and you'll end up just like this steamed bun!"

Ling Feng panics. "It's true! I also know you herded cattle for a landlord when you were a child..."

Old Zhu cuts him off. "Enough! Go on!"