In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, I came to the Great Ming, an age of iron and blood, vast and mighty.
Then I followed my adoptive father and sold sesame cakes!
And then 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 take care of you in your old age and see you off when your time comes."
"I can brew the Great Ming's Yanghe strong-aroma liquor, make compressed rations, and manufacture perfume and lipstick."
"I can do more than make a fortune and marry a beautiful bride. I can also bring peace to the nation and pacify the realm!"
Old Master Huang, don't worry. As long as I'm here, this mighty Great Ming, where the emperor guards the frontiers, will surely usher in a glorious golden age unlike any other.
"Fine! You can be the emperor. I, Zhu Yuanzhang, believe in my grandson!"