The thick white fog kept rising, and the houses were covered with white fog and appeared faintly. The entire Liumiao Village seemed to have ascended to a fairyland. Only the attic in Liu Juren's house at the east end of the village could still show a corner of the outline.

Everyone in the village knows that it was the embroidery building of Miss Liu's family. It is rumored that Miss Liu's family is good at poetry, songs, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, embroidery workers and girls. Not to mention that they are in the nearby townships, even in the entire Yanzhou Prefecture, they are very famous.

However, Zhu Xiaosong's mind was not on this Miss Liu family.

As soon as the person came over, he found that his cheap father had been lying on the hospital bed for more than half a month. He was almost unable to hold on. I guess no one could think about Miss Liu at this time.

Zhu Xiaosong sighed slightly, then folded a few more firewood into the stove, looking at the medicine jar on the stove in a daze, but was thinking about how to get a sum of money in the shortest time.

I was too late to wear it. If I could sell poetry for money when I was in the Tang Dynasty, and if I could sell lyrics for money when I was in the Song Dynasty, I could sell lyrics for money when I was in the Ming Dynasty. Even if I traveled to the Ming Dynasty, there were a few poems that could be copied and sold.

Selling poetry to exchange 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 have great risks, which is far less safe than selling poetry.

Unfortunately, I traveled to the age of Miqing's Shiquan Old Dog, and the only few poems that could be copied for exchange for money were written first by the Nalan. Even if Zhu Xiaosong wanted to copy it, he had no choice but to copy it.

As for working to earn money, Zhu Xiaosong 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.

Besides, it’s been a long time since I lost my deer, and I, Zhu Xiaosong, have not participated in the competition yet. Why should he Jiannu settle down in this beautiful country?

The messy thoughts of getting money, catching medicine, rebellion, etc. flashed through Zhu Xiaosong's heart. A 15 or 16-year-old boy came over with a pie and said wildly: "Brother? The face at home is almost gone... 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 boy's head and said, "It's all used, cook a pot of dumpling soup. When you look back, I'll go and chop some firewood and change some noodles. Let's talk about paying the rent later."

But the young man said, "When spring begins, it's time to pay taxes for the 94th year of Qianlong. Now it's only the 49th year of Qianlong..."

Zhu Xiaosong nodded, waved his hand and said, "Okay, I know this. You can cook the meal first."

The boy responded, tightened his torn jacket tightly. He was about to turn around and go to the stove outside the house to make a fire and cook, but someone shouted outside the house: "Dad! Brother! I'm back."

The old man on the hospital bed was awakened and suddenly coughed for a while, asking, "Is Erdan back?"

Zhu Xiaosong nodded, while stroking the old man's chest and calming his anger, he said to the outsider with anger: "Why don't you freeze to death, you stupid bear! Come into the house quickly!"

Zhu Erdan responded with a hint, and smiled and pushed open the door with firewood. After flashing into the room, he quickly closed the door and asked the old man on the bed, "Dad, how do you feel today?"

Before the old man could answer, Zhu Xiaosong took the lead and said, "Dad is pretty good. You should remove the firewood quickly, wash your hands, roast the fire to keep warm first, and wait until the third brother has prepared the meal and serve it."

Zhu Erdan nodded, 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 pickle. When the day is ready, I'll cut the firewood and sell it to you, so that I can grab the side medicine for my father."

The old man on the bed shook his head and said, "No need. If you have that money, you can save money. You have to use money to get married in the future. As for dad... cough! cough! forget it."

Zhu Xiaosong frowned and said, "What are you saying? If you are sick, you will be cured. You can't see you so persistent! You don't have to worry about money, I'll find a way back."

However, the old man shook his head, looked at Zhu Xiaosong and smiled weakly, and said, "Dad himself knows his father's body, he can't hold on."

After saying that, the old man reluctantly raised his hand again, stopped Zhu Xiaosong who wanted to speak, and said, "Call the second and third brothers over here, and you have something to tell you."

Zhu Xiaosong looked at the cheap father with a rosy look suddenly, and he immediately stumbled in his heart. As he said, he called the second and third brother in.

The old man looked at Zhu Xiaosong, then at the second brother Zhu Erdan and the third brother Zhu Sanshun, suddenly laughed and said, "Your mother has gone early. My father has no great ability in this life. After that, there is only such a dilapidated house. As a result, the three of you are at the age of being a kiss, and my father has not been able to tell you about a wife."

Zhu Xiaosong said: "Don't worry about marrying a wife. Dad, you should keep your health well. When you get better, I will find a way to make money. Then my brothers will marry several of them and have children. Then you will have to show me the children."

The old man coughed twice and forced a smile and said, "Just talk nonsense!"

After saying that, the old man looked up at the roof, and after a while, he said, "There is something. My father originally wanted to take it to the ground, cough! cough! But after thinking about it, I thought I should tell you."

The old man took his eyes off the roof, looked at Zhu Xiaosong and the second and third brothers, and whispered: "Remember, your real name should be Zhu Zhongqi instead of Zhu Xiaosong, Bo Zhong's Zhong, and add the word "Ruo Ruo" next to the word "Muo"."

"Old second, your real name should be Zhu Zhongyi instead of Zhu Erdan, add the character tiger next to the character "Mu", and the real name of Lao San should also be Zhu Zhongyi instead of Zhu Sanshun, and add the character "Fang" next to the character "Mu"."

Zhu Xiaosong raised his head in surprise and asked, "Zhu Zhongqing? Dad, do you mean?"

The old man coughed a few times, nodded reluctantly, took out something from his arms and handed it to Zhu Xiaosong. After coughing a few more times, he said, "Da Ming, Da Ming Yizong, Emperor Yizong Lie, are your fifth generation ancestors."

Speaking of this, a trace of bitterness appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth and sighed: "Zhu Zhongxi, ha, Zhu Zhongxi, the ancestors are weak! Dad originally planned to die with this secret, but..."

"Our Zhu family has a difficult time. Only in your generation will there be three brothers. But the second brother is brave and unscheming and lacks calculating. The third brother is good at studying, but he only knows how to study hard. If he gets the imperial examination and becomes an official, I am afraid that this secret will be exposed sooner or later. By then, not only will the third brother not be able to succeed, but will become the death talisman for you three brothers."

"After my father goes, you three brothers will live in hiding their names. The third brother must not think about being an imperial examination or becoming an official, nor should he think about being rich or noble."

"Boss, you are the most stable among the three brothers, but my dad can see that you are also the one with the wildest heart."

"After dad dies, you must take good care of them, bear it, and never think about not being able to do anything."

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

The old man nodded, but the abnormal rosy on his face became more and more obvious, and his whole spirit improved a lot, and he even hummed a small song: "Talk Fengyang, Fengyang, Fengyang is a good place, since the emergence of Emperor Zhu, ten years, nine years of waste..."

Zhu Xiaosong looked at the cheap father in front of him who had only called him father for a day and now passed away. He felt as if he was trampled by tens of thousands of divine beasts. Even Zhu Erdan and the third brother were stunned. For a moment, the three brothers forgot to cry for their father.

After a long time, Zhu Sanshun stumbled and said, "Brother? Dad's business..."

Zhu Xiaosong stood up with red eyes and said in a deep voice: "Cremn your father, and we will not be buried for the time being. Let's take the ashes with us."

The second brother suddenly became anxious and shouted, "No! Our father has a son, but he is not a single family. How can he not go to the ancestral grave to be buried? Isn't this a joke for outsiders!"

The third brother was also surprised and asked, "Brother? If you don't let our father get buried in peace, you will burn our father with you? You! You are very unfilial!"

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

After hearing what Zhu Xiaosong said, the third brother couldn't help but frown and said, "Brother, the Ming Dynasty has been dead for a long time! Could it be that you still want to rebel against the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty? Let's follow what my father said, isn't it good to live incognito?"

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

Zhu Xiaosong sneered and said, "Now we buried our father. Are you planning to wait for Jiannu to dig out and file the bones and raise the ashes? Let's cremate our father first, and turn around and drive the Tartars away. Then we bury our father in a glorious way in the imperial tomb of Shuntian Mansion."

"Also, you ask me why I rebel? Is it good to live? Then I tell you, it's good to live, and even ants know how to live, who is willing to die if they can live?"

Zhu Xiaosong walked to the door of the house, reached out and pushed open the door, looked at the rising sun just exposed outside the house, and said, "But, come and tell me, if you live like a person who has no dignity or is not even as good as a dog, is that... still called living?"

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 used to writing freely cannot bear the literary inquisition that he will be executed because of writing a sentence "A heart is about turbidity and clearness."

A person who is used to straightening his back cannot bear the oppression of Jiannu being cowardly to the outside but having to ride on the heads of the people and pissing, and he can't bend his knees.

Why must rebel?

Is there any reason to rebel? Isn’t this a nonsense? Is this a reason to avoid being trapped with an electric drill enough? Is it okay to not like to sway the market with a pig tail?

Of course, people like Yehenara Ying will not think about rebellion, and people like Qingchuan will not rebel through the goods that have traveled through the ages only to send them, because they are all vested interests.

But! Is Zhu Xiaosong a vested interest? No! On the contrary, Zhu Xiaosong is the biggest vested interest in the world!

Could it be that there must be sufficient reason to rebel? On the 81st day of Jiangyin, 10th day of Yangzhou, 3rd day of Jiading, 15th day of Datong, 3rd day of Datong, 3rd day of Datong, who was left with only five people, was the slaughtered by Haoge, who was slaughtered by the Qing Dynasty, but framed Zhang Xianzhong, the people of Sichuan who were slaughtered and hated!

After a while of silence, Zhu Xiaosong continued, "Even if we are willing to live in hiding our name, as long as the three names of Zhu Zhongqi, Zhu Zhongqi and Zhu Zhongqi leaked even a little bit of the news, we will have a dead end!"

"Remember, if you want to avoid a slight rumor, either we three brothers will die, or we may just make this secret no longer a secret, otherwise we will always have to live with fear."

Therefore, even if you don’t talk about dark or dark things, or expel the Tartars and restore 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 naturally not enough to rebel the three of us."

"But with Juren Liu, that's not necessarily true."
Chapter completed!