Da Ming: I told you to die for your cause, why are you actually going to die?

Chapter 36, "The Training Course for Die-Headed Admonition," has begun! [Seeking monthly votes]

As soon as Zhu Yunwen arrived at the entrance of the side hall, a strong smell of alcohol hit him.

The hall was in complete disarray.

One by one, the food boxes were overturned on the ground, with greasy pig's head meat and several delicate side dishes scattered everywhere.

Several palace maids and eunuchs stood helplessly to the side, wanting to offer advice but not daring to step forward.

On the floor of the hall sat a boy of about half a year old, none other than Zhu Yunwen.

He was also wearing mourning clothes, but the front was wide open and the cuffs were rolled up high, with oil and wine stains everywhere.

His eyes were glazed, his cheeks flushed, clearly he had drunk quite a bit, and he mumbled incoherently, "Fake! It's all fake! The pig's head meat in the palace is fake. It doesn't taste good at all! You liars!"

"Your Highness Yunxi!"

Lu screamed, her voice trembling, and tried to lunge at him to snatch the wine jar from his hand.

"Go away!"

Zhu Yunwen, drunk, swung his arm with considerable force, nearly causing Lady Lü to stumble.

He let out a loud burp, his eyes glazed with drunkenness as he looked around. Only then did he suddenly see Old Zhu at the door, his face ashen, looking like a demon descending upon the world!

Zhu Yunwen shuddered, seemingly sobering up considerably!

At that moment, the wine jar in his hand fell to the ground with a 'clatter'.

His face turned deathly pale instantly. A tremendous fear gripped him. His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word; only the sound of his teeth chattering could be heard.

Old Zhu stood there, motionless.

In the twilight, his not-so-handsome face revealed no trace of joy or anger, only an unfathomable coldness.

He looked at the spilled food and wine on the ground, at Zhu Yunwen's greasy body and terrified, desperate eyes, and then at Zhu Yunwen beside him, who stood tall and straight, though his eyes were red-rimmed, his gaze was clear and upright.
A tremendous sense of disappointment and icy rage gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

Is this Biao'er's other son?
With his father's recent death, the entire nation in mourning, his grandfather heartbroken, and everyone in mourning, how could he indulge in such lavish feasting?!

waste!

mud!

Despicable!

He couldn't even be bothered to look at Zhu Yunwen again, as if looking at him would only taint his eyes.

His cold gaze swept over the terrified Lu Shi, then landed on Zhu Yunwen. The expectation and determination in his eyes were more resolute than ever before.

There was no reprimand, no roaring, and not even a single word was spoken.

Old Zhu turned and left very slowly, with a heavy weariness and indifference.

As Madam Lü watched Old Zhu's resolute departing figure, and then looked at Zhu Yunwen, who lay limp on the ground like a lump of mud, a slight smile appeared on her lips, but it vanished in an instant. Suddenly, she cried out in anguish, "Yunwen!"

Immediately afterwards, his body swayed, and he almost fainted.

Zhu Yunwen quickly stepped forward to help his mother up. Looking at his distraught younger brother on the ground, and then at the direction where Old Zhu had disappeared, he pursed his lips tightly, but a hint of disdain flashed deep in his eyes.

He knew he had won completely.

No one could stop him from taking that position; neither Zhu Yunwen nor his uncles could.

On the other side, Zhang Biao had just returned from the street with some daily necessities, preparing to decorate his meager official residence.

After all, I'll be living here permanently in the future, and if I live too poorly, I won't be comfortable living here.

Moreover, he wanted to do something that had never been experimented with before.

That is, if you change inanimate objects in this world, such as tables, chairs, and benches, will they also be gone every time you come back?

Just like the people in this world, they have no idea that he ever died.

If the experiment succeeds, he can be resurrected in a better house.

If the experiment fails, he won't bother trying anymore.

No matter how you mess it up, it's still "The Poor and Stingy Official of the Seventh-Rank Censor".

"Brother Biao!"

Just as Zhang Biao was carrying large and small bags and preparing to enter the door, the voice of Imperial Censor Shen from across the hall suddenly came from behind him.

"Brother Shen?"

Zhang Biao paused for a moment, seemingly still a little unaccustomed to it.

Because this guy had always called him "Brother Zhang" before, but ever since he helped him get back the owed salary from Old Zhu and the ten taels of silver to redeem the jade pendant, he became exceptionally close to Zhang Biao and even changed how he addressed him.

But then he heard him walk over with a smile, and say mysteriously to Zhang Biao, "Brother Biao, how about I treat you tonight?"

"Ha, offering unsolicited favors is either a swindle or a crime!" Zhang Biao laughed: "Just spit it out!"

"Hehe, it's because I heard your wise words the other day, and I thought they made a lot of sense! You haven't attended court these past two days, and people in the duty room keep asking about you, so..."

"So you became a socialite?"

"What is a social butterfly?" Shen Lang asked, looking completely bewildered.

Zhang Biao waved his hand dismissively: "That's not important! Where are they?"

"Brother Biao was right after all, we chose Qingya Residence!"

Shen Lang blurted out, but quickly realized something was wrong, his face full of surprise: "Not Brother Biao, how did you know?"

"With your penniless appearance, you actually invited me to dinner?"

Zhang Biao rolled his eyes at Shen Lang, then waved his hand and said, "Time waits for no one! Let's go!"

"But... alright. This way, please."

Soon, Shen Lang led Zhang Biao to a secluded teahouse in the west of the city.

"He's here! Lord Zhang is here!"

As soon as the teahouse door was pushed open, someone shouted something, and the crowd immediately erupted in chaos.

"Lord Zhang! You've finally arrived!"

"Imperial Censor Zhang, my family is almost starving."

"Zhang Qianxian, please save the child!"

The teahouse was packed with people.

They were all wearing blue robes of seventh and eighth-rank officials.

They all looked pale and had puffy eyes.

But their eyes gleamed with an almost fanatical light as they stared intently at the doorway.

At the very front of the crowd was the fat censor who wanted to buy a coffin for Zhang Biao, along with several incompetent scholars from the Hanlin Academy next door, and a few low-ranking officials and clerks from the Six Ministries.
There are at least several dozen people.

Looking at the impoverished faces before him, and feeling their overwhelming will to survive, Zhang Biao felt a surge of mission.

This is hardly a poor, uneducated colleague.
These are clearly potential customers!
This is the best advertisement to promote the "Death Advice Training Course"!
Once these people are trained, more and more people will seek their training in the future.

Then, hehe
I refuse to believe that Old Zhu can hold back from killing me!
"Cough cough!"

Zhang Biao cleared his throat, straightened his back, and instantly switched to the solemn expression of an industry leader.

His voice was loud and clear, full of energy: "Fellow colleagues! Please calm down! Let me say something!"

Wow!
The entire room fell into complete silence!

Dozens of eyes were fixed on him, as if listening to a divine decree.

"Demanding unpaid wages! It's an art!"

Zhang Biao raised a finger, his sharp eyes sweeping over the crowd: "It's also a highly skilled profession! It requires the right timing, location, and people! And—"

He paused deliberately for a moment, then turned his gaze to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang immediately understood, straightened his posture, and replied, "And the grease on your lips!"

"Not bad!"

Zhang Biao revealed an expression that suggested the boy was teachable, then scanned the crowd again and began to impart his "The Art of Success Through Death."

"First and foremost! Timing is the most important!"

Zhang Biao's voice suddenly rose: "You have to choose a time when the Emperor's mood is most complicated!"

"Zhang Qianxian, when is His Majesty's mood at its most complicated?" the fat censor couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Biao glanced at him and said, "For example, after the emperor heard you spout such outrageous ideas as the princes wanting to rebel, the official salary system being garbage, and the Ming Dynasty being doomed, he was so angry that he wanted to kill you, but then he felt that there was some truth to it, and he was holding back his anger with nowhere to vent it!"

"?"

"Yes! Don't doubt it, this is the time!"

Zhang Biao's eyes were firm and left no room for doubt: "You immediately pull out your account book and cry to him about your difficulties. Ah! Your Majesty, I don't even have the strength to remonstrate to the death! I'm starving to death! If you won't give me a bite to eat, just give me a quick death! The effect will definitely be twice as good with half the effort!"

"hiss--!"

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd below.

The low-ranking officials in the capital, the scholars of the Hanlin Academy, and the assistant secretaries of various government offices were all stunned.

So, it turns out that Lord Zhang first stabbed the Emperor in the heart before feigning poverty?
That was a brilliant move!
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