Ming Dynasty: Regrets about the Jingnan Rebellion? I changed it in a dream!

Chapter 22 The Strange Beggar
As an emperor, he cannot leave the palace for too long.

I was originally thinking about moving the office here.

But on second thought, this tavern is really too small and can't accommodate too many people.

Zhuang Mu thought for a moment and then spoke.

"I'm afraid it won't work tomorrow, old man."

"As dreams get longer, the intervals between them need to increase."

"From now on, it will take at least three days before I can dream."

Zhu Di frowned.

"Why does it take so long? Can't it be done every other day?"

Zhuang Mu explained: "Don't think it's too long, old man. This is to protect you."

"You really didn't feel anything strange?"

When the time in the dream is too long, gradually, as time goes by.

People in dreams will begin to lose touch with reality.

Therefore, there must be a three-day interval between each dream, otherwise it is easy to lose yourself.

The old man experienced it personally, so he must know how real the dreams he created are.

This is also a protective measure.

Zhu Di was slightly stunned.

"Hahaha, it's just me, an old man, who is confused. Three days means three days."

"Then I'll come back in three days."

"But, old man, I still say the same thing, you are not suitable to be a businessman."

Zhu Zhanji, who was standing beside them, was confused as he listened to the conversation between the two.

What dream? What about three days? What are they talking about?
But what we know is that grandpa will come here again in three days.

After saying goodbye to Yao Guangxiao and Zhuang Mu, Zhu Di left.

Watching Zhu Di leave.

Yao Guangxiao put down the wine glass in his hand and picked up the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" on the table.

"I've finished my drink, so I'll come back tomorrow."

Zhuang Mu nodded.

The old monk did not have a clear time limit since Yao Guangxiao had the dream last time.

He never bought any dream-inducing alcohol again.

As for drinks that enhance the taste, it is better for the old monk to drink less.

No more than one cup a day, otherwise it will harm your health.

"Well, be careful. You are an old man too."

Yao Guangxiao smiled, walked outside and picked up the clothes on the hanger.

I pushed the door open and after the ringing, the room fell into silence.

Zhuang Mu suddenly felt a little lonely.

Because he slept for a long time, he had almost no friends and was awake for several hours.

Eating, sleeping, learning to brew wine, and other scattered activities leave little time for play.

Naturally, I didn’t make any friends.

Zhuang Mu then went to the kitchen in the backyard. The kitchen was small, but it was enough for cooking for one person.

My father passed away, so I have to cook for myself.

Looking at the black mass of food in front of him, Zhuang Mu has become accustomed to it.

It takes a lot of time to cook a good meal, and he doesn’t have that much time, so he can only try to make sure he is full.

Just make sure you don’t starve to death during the ten or so hours you sleep.

Just when Zhuang Mu was about to finish his meal and go back upstairs to sleep, a voice came from the door.

"Hello?"

Looking in the direction of the voice, I saw a woman dressed like a little beggar appear in front of me.

His hair was unkempt and his clothes were dirty, and he looked like a refugee.

The woman said in a very soft voice, "Can you give me something to eat?"

beggar?
Judging from their clothes, they should be a family of relatively good financial condition. How could they have fallen to this point?

"Are you here to escape?" Zhuang Mu asked curiously.

The woman nodded slightly.

Zhuang Mu looked at the slightly dark rice paste in his hand and thought for a moment.

I guess it was fate that this fleeing woman found my tavern.

Zhuang Mu simply pushed the rice paste in his hand forward.

"Here." When the woman saw the rice porridge, she hurried forward and bowed to Zhuang Mu.

"Thank you."

Looking at her manners, it can be confirmed that this woman should be from a wealthy family.

Children of ordinary people do not have so many etiquettes to follow.

She held the rice porridge in both hands and swallowed it without chewing it, as if she had been hungry for a long time.

"Eat slowly. If it's not enough, I have more later."

Zhuang Mu then discovered that the beggar seemed to be almost as tall as himself. He was only about 1.75 meters tall, which was not uncommon.

It is quite rare for a woman to be 1.75 meters tall.

After waiting for her to finish eating the rice porridge, Zhuang Mu scooped a bowl of rice porridge from the kitchen and handed it to the beggar woman.

"Where did you flee from? The North?"

The woman nodded and continued to eat voraciously, not chewing a single bite.

She was afraid that if she was slow, someone would snatch it from her.

He even licked the bowl clean.

Don't waste any food.

After eating, the woman looked at Zhuang Mu eagerly and whispered.

"Can I, can I stay here?"

Zhuang Mu looked a little embarrassed. In his current situation, he couldn't even take care of himself.

How to take care of a woman from a wealthy family.

Seeing Zhuang Mu's embarrassed expression, the woman said hurriedly.

"I, I can work! All I need is a bowl of rice porridge."

Rice paste is nothing more than cooked rice with some other vegetables added.

The wages for a bowl of rice porridge are not expensive.

It's enough as long as I can work. I often feel sleepy and really need some help.

Seeing Zhuang Mu hesitating, she quickly lowered the price.

"Half, half a bowl is fine."

She looked at Zhuang Mu very cautiously, her mood showing on her face, she was very scared and nervous.

Zhuang Mu was stunned.

I didn't expect that I could bargain with myself. I guess it makes sense in this era.

It’s good enough to be alive. Half a bowl of rice porridge is enough to ensure that you don’t starve to death, and it is very luxurious.

Looking at this woman, she was wearing thin clothes. I was afraid that she would not take long to get out of this pub.

Even if you don't starve to death, you will freeze to death sooner or later.

"I can take you in, but you have to serve tea and water, wash clothes, cook, clean the house and do other chores."

"you sure?"

She nodded without hesitation.

"What's your name?"

"Hello sister."

……

On the way back to the palace.

Zhu Di rode in a dragon sedan chair, and Zhu Zhanji served beside him.

"Grandpa, what is the origin of this pub? Why did you fall asleep after drinking a glass of wine?"

He asked curiously.

He was still a little confused about what had just happened in the tavern.

Zhu Di glanced at Zhu Zhanji and did not hide the fact that he was in a good mood today.

"This Zhuang Mu has the power to create dreams. As long as you drink his wine, you will dream about the person you are meeting."

"Make up for some mistakes."

Zhu Zhanji exclaimed: "So magical?"

After hearing what the Jinyiwei said, he was skeptical, but then Zhu Di said this.

It is most likely not fake, otherwise, with my grandfather's suspicious character, how could he drink untried wine?

Looking at Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Di exclaimed: "Yes, it's amazing."

"In my dream, I went back to the Hongwu Dynasty and met your grandmother and General Xu Da."

"Then I beat up Xu Yungong in front of him. Hahahaha, it was really refreshing."

(End of this chapter)