Thick white mist kept rising, and each village courtyard was looming in the white mist. The entire Liumiao Village seemed to have ascended to a fairyland. Only the attic of Liu Ju's house at the east end of the village could still show its outline.

Everyone in the village knows that this is Miss Liu's embroidery house. It is said that Miss Liu's poetry, poetry, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as her embroidery skills are all excellent, not to mention those in the nearby villages and towns, even in the entire Yanzhou Prefecture.

They are all very famous.

However, Zhu Xiaosong's thoughts were not on Miss Liu's family.

A person has just traveled through time, only to find that his cheap father has been lying on the hospital bed for more than half a month, and it seems that he is about to die. It is estimated that no one can think about Miss Liu at this time.

Zhu Xiaosong sighed slightly, then folded a few more firewood and put it into the stove. He looked at the medicine jar on the stove absentmindedly, but he was thinking about how he could get a sum of money in the shortest time.

It’s too late. If you travel to the Tang Dynasty, you can sell poems for money. If you travel to the Song Dynasty, you can sell lyrics for money. Even if you travel to the Ming Dynasty, there are still a few poems that can be copied and sold.

Selling poems for money is the fastest and most stable way to make money. Other methods such as making salt and burning glass are not only slow to make money, but also risky, and are far less safe than selling poems.

It's a pity that he traveled back in time to the Shiquan Old Dog era in Qingqing. The few poems that could be copied in exchange for money had already been written by Nalan, so Zhu Xiaosong couldn't copy them even if he wanted to.

As for making money by working part-time, Zhu Xiaosong has never even thought about it. After all, the fastest way to make money is written in the criminal law. I have never heard of anyone who can get rich overnight by working part-time.

Furthermore, it has only been a few years since I lost my deer, and I, Zhu Xiaosong, have not yet participated in the competition. Why should I be the slave of him and secure this beautiful country?

Various thoughts such as making money, grabbing medicine, rebelling, etc. flashed through Zhu Xiaosong's mind, but a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old came over with a ladle in his hand and hesitated: "Brother? The family is running out of noodles..."

In a few days, it will be time to pay the rent."

Zhu Xiaosong resisted the urge to cut off the pig tail on the young man's head and said: "Use it all and cook a pot of pimple soup. Later, your second brother and I will go chop some more firewood and bring back some noodles to pay the rent."

Let’s talk about it later.”

The young man said: "When spring comes, it's almost time to pay taxes for the ninety-fourth year of Qianlong's reign. It's only the forty-ninth year of Qianlong's reign..."

Zhu Xiaosong hummed, waved his hand and said, "Okay, I know this well. You should hurry up and cook the food first."

The young man responded, tightened his shabby coat, and was about to turn around to light a fire in the stove outside the house to cook, when he heard someone outside the door shouting: "Dad! Brother! I'm back."

The old man on the hospital bed was awakened, suddenly coughed rapidly, and asked: "Are you back on the second day?"

Zhu Xiaosong hummed, and while stroking the old man's chest to calm his breath, he said angrily to the outside: "Why don't you freeze to death, you stupid bear! Come inside quickly!"

Zhu Erdan agreed with a sigh, smiled sarcastically, carried the firewood, and pushed open the door. After entering the house, he quickly closed the door and asked the old man on the bed: "Dad, how are you feeling today?"

Before the old man could answer, Zhu Xiaosong said first: "Dad is still in good health. Hurry up and unload the firewood, wash your hands, and warm yourself by the fire first, and wait for the third child to prepare the rice and serve it."

Zhu Erdan hummed, first unloaded the firewood and washed his hands, then took out a piece of pickle from the pickle jar, and said: "I'll add some pickles, and when the weather gets better at noon, I will cut bundles of firewood and sell them so that my father can catch them again."

Side medicine."

But the old man on the bed shook his head and said: "No, with that money, I can save it for a living. I will need money to marry a wife in the future. As for dad... cough! cough! Forget it."

Zhu Xiaosong frowned and said: "What are you talking about? If we are sick, we will treat the disease. Why can't we watch you, old man, holding on like this? You don't have to worry about money. I will find a solution later."

But the old man shook his head, looked at Zhu Xiaosong, smiled weakly, and said: "Dad's body, I know that I can't hold it any longer."

After finishing speaking, the old man reluctantly raised his hand, stopped Zhu Xiaosong who wanted to speak, and said: "Call the second and third sons over. Dad has something to explain to Xie."

Zhu Xiaosong looked at the cheap old man who suddenly had a rosy look on his face, his heart immediately thumped, and he called the second and third sons in as he was told.

The old man looked at Zhu Xiaosong, then at the second eldest brother Zhu Erdan and the third eldest brother Zhu Sanshun, and suddenly laughed and said: "Mother Xen left early, and dad has never had much ability in his life. He ended up living in such a shabby house.

Xie and I have reached the age where they should marry each other, but dad has not been able to find a wife for Xie."

Zhu Xiaosong said: "There is no rush to marry a wife. Dad, take good care of your health. When you are well, I will find a way to make money. By then, all three of my brothers will have married several people and have a lot of children.

You old man still have to look after the children for me."

The old man coughed twice and said with a forced smile: "You're talking nonsense!"

After finishing speaking, the old man looked up at the roof. After a while, he said: "There is something that dad originally wanted to take to the grave. Cough! Cough! But after thinking about it, dad thought that he should still tell him."

The old man withdrew his gaze from the roof, looked at Zhu Xiaosong and the second and third children, and whispered: "Remember, boss, your real name should be Zhu Zhongxuan, not Zhu Xiaosong. The word "Zhong" for brother, add "Ruo" next to the word "Wu".

The word "ruo" means "there is nothing".

"Second child, your real name should be Zhu Zhongchen, not Zhu Erdan, with a tiger character added next to the character for wood. The real name of the third child should also be Zhu Zhongchen, not Zhu Sanshun, with the character for house added next to the character for wood."

Zhu Xiaosong raised his head in astonishment and asked, "Zhu Zhongxuan? Dad, what do you mean?"

The old man coughed several times in succession, nodded reluctantly, took something out of his arms and handed it to Zhu Xiaosong. After coughing a few more times, he said: "Da Ming Dynasty, Ming Dynasty Yizong, Emperor Yizonglie, is your fifth generation ancestor."

At this point, a hint of bitterness appeared in the corner of the old man's mouth, and he sighed: "Zhu Zhongxuan, oh, Zhu Zhongxuan, our ancestors are weak! Dad originally planned to die with this secret, but..."

"We, the descendants of the Zhu family, are in a difficult situation. It is only in your generation that we have three brothers. However, the second one is brave and lacks calculation. The third one is good at studying, but he only knows how to study hard. If he fails the exam,

If you become an official through the imperial examination, I'm afraid that the secret will be exposed sooner or later. By then, not only will the third child fail to become an official, but he will become a life-threatening talisman for the three of you brothers."

"After dad passes away, you three brothers can live incognito. The third brother must not think about becoming an official in the imperial examination, nor can he think about getting rich."

"Boss, you are the calmest of the three brothers, but dad can see that you are also the wildest."

"After dad dies, you must take good care of them, be patient, and don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have."

Zhu Xiaosong grabbed the cheap dad's hand and replied seriously: "Dad, don't worry, I will take good care of the second and third children, marry them wives, and let them live a good life."

The old man hummed, and the abnormal rosiness on his face became more and more obvious. His overall spirit was much better, and he even hummed a ditty: "Speak of Fengyang, say Fengyang, Fengyang is a good place.

Ever since Emperor Zhu was born, there have been ten years, nine years of drought..."

Zhu Xiaosong looked at the cheap dad who had only been called dad for a day and now died directly. His heart was as messy as if he had been trampled by tens of thousands of mythical beasts. Even Zhu Erdan and Lao San were stunned.

For a moment, the three brothers forgot to cry for their father.

After a long while, Zhu Sanshun muttered: "Brother? It's about daddy..."

Zhu Xiaosong stood up with red eyes and said solemnly: "I will cremate my father. We will not bury him for the time being. We will take the ashes with us."

The second child suddenly became anxious and shouted: "No! Our father has a son and he is not single. How can he not be buried in the ancestral grave? Isn't this a joke to outsiders?"

The third child also had a look of astonishment on his face and asked: "Brother? You don't want our father to be buried in peace, but you want to burn our father and take him with you? You! You are being extremely unfilial!"

Zhu Xiaosong looked at Zhu Laoer and Zhu Laosan and asked: "Ancestral grave? Where is our ancestral grave? Is it in Yanzhou Prefecture or Fengyang? Or Shuntian Prefecture?"

Hearing the meaning of Zhu Xiaosong's words, the third child couldn't help but frown and said: "Brother, the Ming Dynasty has already died! Is it possible that you still want to rebel against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty? Let's just follow what dad said and live incognito, isn't it good?

"

The second child also said: "Yes! Then Lord Qianlong...Qianlong is not easy to deal with. Even if you want to rebel against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty, you should at least wait until your father is buried before discussing it!"

But Zhu Xiaosong sneered and said: "Now that our father is buried, do you plan to wait for the slaves to come, dig him out, file his bones and scatter his ashes? Let's cremate our father now, and then drive away the Tatars later.

, let’s bury my father in the royal mausoleum of Shuntian Mansion in all his glory.”

"Also, you ask me why I want to rebel? Are you asking me if living is not good? Then I tell you, living is certainly good. Even if ants know how to live in vain, who would be willing to die if they can live?"

Zhu Xiaosong walked to the door of the house, stretched out his hand to push the door open, looked at the little bit of morning sun that had just emerged outside the house, and said: "But, come and tell me, living like that without any dignity, even worse than a dog, then...

…is it still alive?”

I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the light.

Those who have seen the light cannot bear the darkness.

A person who is accustomed to arbitrary words cannot stand the literary prison where he will be executed just for writing one sentence: "One's heart is full of turbidity and purity."

A person who is accustomed to straightening his back cannot bear the oppression of Jiannu who acts like a coward to the outside world but rides on the heads of the common people and shits and pisses on the inside. He cannot even bend his knees.

Why must we rebel?

Do you need a reason to rebel? Isn’t this bullshit? Isn’t it enough to avoid being hit by an electric drill? Isn’t it enough to say that I don’t like wearing a pig’s tail and swaggering through the city?

Of course, people like Yehenara Ying would not think of rebelling, nor would people like Qingchuan who traveled through the ages just to deliver goods, because they are all vested interests.

But! Is he, Zhu Xiaosong, a person with vested interests? No! On the contrary, Zhu Xiaosong is the biggest person with vested interests in the world!

Is it necessary to have some kind of massacre of family members with great suffering and deep hatred to have sufficient reason to rebel? The massacre of Jiangyin on the 81st, the 10th of Yangzhou, the three massacres in Jiading, and finally the massacre of Datong with only five people left alive, is it enough to cause great hatred and deep hatred?

!The people of Sichuan suffered enough and had deep hatred for being slaughtered by the Hauge whom the Ching-Ching woman had been thinking about, but then framed on Zhang Xianzhong!

After a long silence, Zhu Xiaosong continued: "Even if we are willing to remain anonymous and survive, as long as the three names Zhu Zhongyi, Zhu Zhongchen, and Zhu Zhongchen leak even a little bit of information, we will only die!"

"Remember, if you don't want to leak even a little bit of news, either our three brothers will die, or we will simply let this secret no longer be a secret. Otherwise, we will always have to live in fear."

Therefore, even if there is no talk of darkness or darkness, and there is no talk of expelling the Tartars and restoring China, Zhu Xiaosong can only take the path of rebellion.

Zhu Xiaosong took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "The second brother said something right just now, that is, it is not enough for the three of us to rebel."
Chapter completed!