Zhu Jing still has the heart to care about what his father thinks, he just wants to know what the beauty in this system is.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he begged in his heart: "Beauty, give me a gun, I don't want any matching."

The voice of the beautiful woman in the system replied: "Sorry, the hidden mission survival and glory only rewards military system knowledge, not physical objects."

Zhu Jing begged in his heart again: "I buy it, is it okay if I buy it?"

The system beauty replied: "I'm sorry, your game currency is zero, you can't buy anything. Please recharge before purchasing."

Zhu Jing wailed in his heart: "How do I recharge like this?"

The beautiful woman's voice replied: "I'm sorry, you have become an ordinary user. Only VIP users can ask questions. Every time VIP upgrades, you can ask a question."

“…”

Zhu Jiong was crying without tears, without a bank card, without a mobile phone, without a computer, how to recharge? Do you expect him to remember the bank card number? Who can remember that thing if you have nothing to do?

The beautiful woman's voice sounded again: "Friendly reminder: Only when you are determined and persevering can you survive. The prompt is over, I wish you a happy game."

Zhu Jing panicked: "Fifteen days! I may not live for fifteen days! Why are you doing this time travel? Are you here to seek death? Have you never heard of such time travel!"

If you haven’t survived fifteen days, it really means the saying: I don’t know how I die!

Zhu Jing couldn't help but wail in his heart: "Beauty, what's going on? Even if you want to die, you'll let me die understand!"

"..." The beauty in the system did not respond at all.

After such a while of trouble, Zhu Jiong or Zhu Cijiu really couldn't stand it anymore and fell into a coma again.

If he could wake up, he would be Zhu Cijing, the Prince of Drew.

If he can't wake up, he will be the most unlucky time traveler in history, Zhu Jing: he died after traveling in less than ten minutes!

............

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhu Cijing finally woke up. He felt a chill on his forehead, as if something was stuck.

At this time, a gray-haired imperial doctor was standing in front of the bed with a plate with a large bowl and a small bowl on it.

When the imperial doctor saw that he woke up, he quickly said something to the side. A middle-aged imperial doctor stepped forward and scooped some medicine from the big bowl into the small bowl, then picked up the small bowl and drank it in one gulp.

After a while, seeing that the imperial doctor was fine, Emperor Xizong of Ming next to him signaled the two palace maids to go up and feed the prince medicine.

The two palace maids held the medicine bowl and the other was waiting to pick up the prince. The imperial doctor behind quickly stopped him and said, "Don't hug him, you should not move too much. Just let His Highness lie on the bed and raise his head a little with a pillow."

The palace maid was so scared that she shivered, and quickly took the pillow next to her and carefully plastered the prince's head.

Another palace maid held the medicine in one hand and the spoon in the other hand. She scooped a spoon and blew it a few times. She took a sip first, then scooped another spoon and sent it to the prince's mouth with a cold blow.

At this time, the emperor, the queen and the imperial concubine all surrounded him and advised him with great sincerity:

"Be good at Jiong'er, take the medicine quickly."

"Jing'er, open your mouth."

"Jing'er, drink it quickly, you can get better after drinking it."

Our classmate Zhu Cijing was depressed. Isn’t it just a medicine? Is it necessary to do this?

He drank it sipped, enduring the urge to spit out bile, and swallowed all the medicine into his stomach.

Just as he tried hard to finish the medicine, he fainted again without any thought.

.............

The first survival task is to survive in this world for fifteen days. Zhu Cijing lived so much pain. Basically, he was in a coma and took medicine. Even when he woke up, he was still drowsy.

He was really afraid that he would die if he couldn't stand it, so every time he woke up, he kept reminding himself: "I am determined, what is the headache, I endure it; I am indomitable, what is the medicine bitter, I drink it."

Regarding the issue of Emperor Chongzhen, he had no time to consider it. If he couldn't stand it, what else would he think about?

If he died, Emperor Chongzhen would still be Emperor Chongzhen. He was just a passerby in history and would not even have the qualifications to appear in history books.

The painful torture is the easiest thing for people to grow up. His will gradually become extremely firm after such torture that have been torture again and again.

I don’t know how long this torture lasted, but Zhu Cijing felt that he was about to become a living dead person. He just mechanically repeated the medicine, unconsciousness, medicine, unconsciousness...

He didn't realize that he didn't have a trace of despair, and his will became stronger in his previous life!

Maybe this is the purpose of the system. Faced with the desperate situation in the late Ming Dynasty, I really can't continue to play if I don't have a firm will.

Emperor Chongzhen is a good example. He also wanted to govern the country well, worked hard and forgot to eat and sleep. He could be said to be a very diligent emperor, but his will was too weak. Every time he encountered setbacks, he would collapse and often do something incomprehensible.

............

Finally, one time, when Zhu Cijing woke up, his head didn't hurt so much, and his thinking returned to normal.

The voice of the beauty in the system sounded in his mind at the same time, "Ding Dong, congratulations on completing the first survival task, and the mission rewards are issued below, and the best ratio of black gunpowder."

He just felt a little dizzy in his head, and then a piece of knowledge suddenly appeared in his mind.

I won’t talk about various principles. In short, he seems to have gone through hundreds of experiments and learned that the best ratio of black gunpowder is: saltpeter 74.64%, sulfur 11.85%, charcoal 13.51%. The power of black gunpowder that does not meet this proportion will be greatly reduced.

"Dingdong, please pay attention to the new task reminder.

Your second survival mission: Survive in this world for a year.

Mission reward: The method of making granular black gunpowder."

Zhu Cijiu couldn't help but shout in his heart: "Beauty, don't just give me some gunpowder, give me a gun!"

The beauty of the system ignored him at all and then prompted: "Friendly reminder: If a player does something that changes the historical development trajectory, he will receive a glory reward. The prompt is over, I wish you a happy game."

Zhu Cijing couldn't help but wailed in his heart: "Friendship, your sister, do I have feelings for you? I am a four-year-old child. You asked me to do something that changes the historical development trajectory. Are you kidding me? Also, I just want to have a gun, so give me gunpowder! Is gunpowder useful? Can gunpowder be taken?"

"..." The beauty in the system did not respond.

Zhu Cijiong continued to wail in his heart: "Can you tell me why the Ming army with hot weapons could not defeat the Qing army with only cold weapons?"

"..." The beauty in the system still had no response.

Before Zhu Cijing gave up, he asked again: "Can you remind me who will kill me?"
Chapter completed!