The twenty-five years of Hongwu,

The Ming Dynasty Kyoto, by the Qinhuai River, Ping An Teahouse.

Zhu An sat in the private room on the third floor, looking at the scenery of Qinhuai outside.

"Boss, you've prepared it early, see when will you go?"

The servant knocked on the door of the private room and said respectfully outside.

Zhu An said, "Go on, Mr. Huang's point is almost here."

Zhu An turned his head and looked out the window again, sighing in his heart.

From the beginning of time travel to the present, he has spent ten years in this world.

When he woke up ten years ago, he was buried alive. It was really called the beginning of hell.

In the movies in the previous life, there could be at least a lighter, a knife and a mobile phone.

He has only a young body.

Fortunately, there is no way out. With the thunder rolling and heavy rain pouring on the basin, a landslide occurred in his cemetery.

This is why I survived.

At that time, he was only eight years old. He was cold and hungry in the heavy rain. He fainted on the ground for no reason after walking.

Fortunately, he was saved by others, but the one who saved him was a fifty-year-old merchant.

The surname of Shang Shang was Zhu, and he was not a royal relative. He had no children or daughters, so he adopted him as an adopted son and registered his household registration.

Over the years, he has been following his father and has made a lot of money with his wisdom in his previous life.

It has to be said that although the status of merchants in the Ming Dynasty is low, the taxes are really small.

Now in Nanjing city, beside the Qinhuai River, he has his own teahouse and a five-entry yard.

As far as the Ming Dynasty is concerned, restaurants are more profitable than teahouses.

Although he was not afraid, he did not dare to open a restaurant in Nanjing without a backstage, and someone would be smashed if he opened the business that day.

In feudal society, human relationships are the most important.

His father was just an ordinary traveling businessman, so he was just a small businessman.

Zhu Yuanzhang established a Ming Dynasty with clear hierarchy, rigorous order, and almost rigidity.

Here, farmers can only farm, merchants can only do business, and officials do their own work according to regulations, and no one can cross the line.

The division of military households, civilian households and craftsmen determines that finding a job in the Ming Dynasty is never a difficult problem. You don’t have to spend all your time designing a resume, clean your face, and wear a tie to attend the interview.

Because except for those who are good at studying, everyone's work is determined at the moment of reincarnation. What your father does and what you do.

What Zhu Yuanzhang hated the most was the merchants.

This is related to his being harmed by a profiteer who was a child.

In the third year of Hongwu, Shen Wansan, the famous wealthy businessman at that time, became a victim of his policy of emphasizing agriculture and suppressing commerce.

If Queen Ma hadn't repeatedly persuaded him, Zhu Yuanzhang would have killed Shen Wansan long ago. Although he did not take action in the end, he still confiscated Shen Wansan's property and sent him to Yunnan.

At that time, Shen Wansan took the initiative to surrender to Zhu Yuanzhang and paid for one-third of the Nanjing city walls. These walls were very strong and were built with good granite. They were made of glutinous rice as slurry. The outside was painted with lime, which was called an iron wall.

Although this matter is said to be fabricated by merchants in the Ming Dynasty to discredit Zhu Yuanzhang, it can be seen from this that Zhu Yuanzhang hated merchants so much.

Zhu An is a businessman.

Ping'an Teahouse has been open in Nanjing for more than two years, but Zhu'an has only been here for three months.

The Ming Dynasty ruled the world with filial piety. After his father's death, Zhu An kept filial piety for three years.

Because he couldn't stand the ugly faces of his neighbors, Zhu An came to the teahouse in Nanjing to live.

Two months ago, not long after the death of the Ming Dynasty Prince Zhu Biao.

Zhu An was suddenly pulled by Mr. Huang on the street.

"Like!Like! It's so similar." Old Master Huang followed the demon and kept holding Zhu An's sleeve and refused to let go.

Zhu An had no choice but to take him to his own teahouse.

Through a brief conversation, I realized that Mr. Huang had his son died, and he looked very similar to his son.

Zhu An understood the old man's mood very well and said on the spot that if Mr. Huang was lonely, he could come here often to sit there.

For nearly two months, Mr. Huang would come to Zhu An every few days, and the time was relatively fixed, so Zhu An asked the servant to prepare breakfast and wait for Mr. Huang to come over.

As footsteps sounded, the door of the private room was pushed open.

"Old man, you haven't eaten breakfast yet. Come and eat quickly, otherwise it will be cold." Zhu An greeted with a smile.

In this Nanjing city, he has no relatives and friends, so he is now close to Mr. Huang.

"It looks so much like it." After Mr. Huang came in, he couldn't help but say when he saw Zhu An's appearance.

"Old man, I know I look like your son, but there is no need to say it every time. You should eat breakfast first and don't get hungry." Zhu An said helplessly.

During this period, every time I meet Mr. Huang, this is the beginning, and Zhu An is already numb.

However, Mr. Huang seemed to have something to worry about today, and sat there in a depressed manner and started to eat breakfast.

"What's this? Why haven't we seen it before?"

Mr. Huang asked curiously when he saw the soup on the table.

"Hu La Tang, it's just been a few days since you've developed it, so you're lucky." Zhu An said with a smile.

Mr. Huang took a big sip and felt very delicious. Then he grabbed the soup dumplings on the table and sipped on one.

"Okay, it's cool!"

Mr. Huang smiled suddenly and praised loudly.

Zhu An smiled. This Hu La soup was first served as a delicacy that appeared during the Jiajing period. It was loved by the Ming Dynasty and is now made in advance by himself.

But Mr. Huang, who had just finished praising her, suddenly his eyes turned red and a little wet again, and tears were about to flow out.

"Old man, what's wrong with this? Is this Hula soup not your appetite? I'll arrange someone to change it immediately."

Zhu An hurriedly said, he couldn't understand what was going on. He was fine just now, but why did he start crying?

"It's not your business, we miss my son. If my son is still there, he can eat this delicious food."

Mr. Huang touched the corner of his eyes and said with a choked voice.

"I am sad, the dead are gone, and the living are like this, and life still has to be passed." Zhu An comforted him.

When Mr. Huang heard this, he suddenly stopped, looked up at Zhu An, and said in a trembling voice: "When our wife died, our son said so."

At this moment, in the eyes of Mr. Huang, Zhu An's figure and his son's figure suddenly overlapped.

Zhu An's heart skipped a beat, knowing that this was a sad thing that touched the old man.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu An changed the topic and said, "Old man, from now on, I will recognize you as my godfather. Speaking of which, I don't even know who my parents are in this life."

Mr. Huang was a little happy when he heard the first half. He had always wanted Zhu An to be his godson before, but Zhu An disagreed.

Now that I finally agreed, it can be considered a matter of worry.

Although he knew that Zhu An was definitely not his grandson, and he was still filial to his father three years ago, how could he be his grandson?

But when people get older, they sometimes need some spiritual sustenance to have the motivation to survive.

However, after hearing the second half, Mr. Huang became confused and asked, "What do you mean? You have been filial to your father for three years, so how can you not know who your parents are?"

Zhu An hesitated for a moment and told the secret that he had hidden in his heart for many years.

"That's my adoptive father, not my biological father."

"Ten years ago, I was buried alive. Fortunately, God blessed me and my life should not be lost. The heavy rain caused a landslide and rushed out my coffin, which made me lucky to survive." Zhu An explained.
Chapter completed!