Sky Curtain: My Great Qin must have an aircraft carrier!

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

Fang Xuanling stared at the sky and suddenly spoke: "Your Majesty, I have a question."

"explain."

Fang Xuanling raised his hand and pointed to Lu Li in the sky: "This person just came out of the school and has only just finished a meal."

"But more than ten days have passed here."

Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.

Li Shimin recalled it and realized that it was indeed true.

On the day the sky appeared, this person sat in the school and touched the glowing black box.

After that, the sky screen showed the rise and fall of dynasties, modern warfare, and salt-making methods. They spent more than ten days verifying the fine salt production process, and the salt fields were all selected.

But they had only just put their lunch on the table?

Du Ruhui remained calm: "Your Majesty, a day in heaven is equivalent to a year on earth. This has been a saying since ancient times."

"If this person truly resides in the celestial realm, where the flow of time differs from that of the mortal world, then it makes sense."

Li Shimin nodded slightly; this explanation was indeed reasonable.

Since they are immortals, they are naturally not bound by the constraints of mortal time.

However, if we wait for the immortals to come up with some divine methods for governing the country, we'll probably be waiting until our hair turns white.

……

Lu Li pushed the bowl of braised chicken and rice aside and wiped his mouth.

My dorm is in the building next to the cafeteria, a three-minute walk away. I don't have classes in the afternoon, so it's a good time to catch up on a nap.

I pushed open the door, and my two roommates were already lying there, snoring loudly.

Lu Li kicked off his slippers and got into bed, habitually taking out his phone.

You can earn a few dollars just by swiping your phone a couple of times; it's much more satisfying than handing out flyers part-time.

Lu Li usually browses a wide variety of content—history, military affairs, food, jokes, he reads everything.

So the next push notification hit his funny bone perfectly.

[Serving pig's trotters to Zhu Yuanzhang, his nine generations of relatives said: "Listen to me, thank you."]

"Good heavens, this might not be enough for just nine generations; we need nine generations of even more generations."

Lu Li laughed so hard he almost fell over, and immediately clicked on the link.

Meanwhile, in the Ming Dynasty, in Yingtian Prefecture.

Zhu Yuanzhang was reviewing the salt administration reports submitted by various provinces when he noticed a movement in the sky out of the corner of his eye, and he looked up.

"Pig's paw?"

The moment those three words caught his eye, Old Zhu's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Zhu Biao noticed the change in his father's expression and was about to ask a question when a voice came from the sky.

A pot of braised pork trotters fills the entire picture, with a rich, dark sauce, translucent skin, and stewed until tender and falling off the bone.

Standing next to him was a portly man, dressed in luxurious silk, with a protruding belly and a broad smile on his face.

[Zhu Yuanzhang: Shen Wansan, the dish you presented is indeed excellent. It's rich but not greasy, and melts in your mouth. What's its name?]

[Shen Wansan: Your Majesty, this is braised pig's trotters that I specially ordered to be cooked. These trotters are round and plump, so they are also called pig's round paws.]

Inside Yingtian Prefecture, Zhu Yuanzhang's face twitched.

The homonym made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Before Old Zhu could react, the narration in the sky continued, with a hint of mockery in its tone.

Shen Wansan was quite a clever man. Seeing that the emperor was enjoying his meal, he stepped forward and added another comment.

Shen Wansan: Your Majesty, you may not know this, but I put a lot of thought into selecting these pig trotters.

The pig's trotter was weighed on a scale, and it weighed exactly eight ounces and eight mace.

Therefore, this dish also has another name: Zhu Chongba.

"..."

The hall fell silent for a moment.

The teacup in Zhu Gang's hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Zhu Shuang opened his mouth, but then swallowed the tea he had just drunk.

Zhu Biao took a half step back, his whole body tense.

Zhu Yuanzhang's face changed color from white to red to purple within three breaths.

His family was dirt poor back then, and his parents were uneducated, so they named him "Chongba" according to his birth order.

He later joined the rebel army and changed his name to Zhu Yuanzhang, meaning "the weapon to destroy the Yuan Dynasty."

This name, Tianmu, is it?! Are you trying to associate it with pig's trotters?!

"we……"

Just as Zhu Yuanzhang was about to roar, he heard Shen Wansan still speaking eloquently.

[Shen Wansan: Your Majesty, look again. These pig trotters are incredibly strong. They kick like a horse kicks, and they're very chewy.]

So the villagers gave this pig a nickname: Big-Foot Ma.

"puff!"

Several timid officials nearby were so frightened that their legs went weak and they almost fainted on the spot.

If I hear something like that, will His Majesty drag me out and behead me on the spot?

Empress Ma stood behind the screen, originally intending to come out and persuade her husband to calm down.

But when the words "Big-Foot Ma" came out, he stopped in his tracks.

After marrying Zhu Yuanzhang, she was the subject of much gossip and speculation among the concubines in the palace.

When others laugh at her for having big feet, she just laughs it off.

But Tianmu brought it out and put it together with pig's trotters...

Empress Ma's lips twitched, but she ultimately remained silent and retreated behind the screen.

Zhu Biao witnessed all of this, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Before he could figure out how to salvage the situation, the fat man in the sky started again.

Shen Wansan became more and more excited as he spoke, pointing to the layer of oil floating on the surface of the pot.

Shen Wansan: Your Majesty, look, this pig's belly has a thick layer of fat, that's a good thing, people call it pig fat.

This pig is quite rare; it's the youngest of four piglets born to the sow, so everyone usually calls it Pig Brother.

Zhu Biao's mind went blank for a moment, and he looked at Zhu Di standing next to him.

Coincidentally, Zhu Di was also looking at him. The two brothers locked eyes, their expressions quite interesting.

Zhu Di's lips twitched twice, and his voice tightened: "Brother, I didn't do this."

"I didn't say it was you." Zhu Biao looked away.

"Pig fat?" Zhu Gang muttered quietly from the side, "Fourth brother, that's quite a nickname for you."

"Third Brother, shut up!" Zhu Di muttered through gritted teeth.

Zhu Yuanzhang, sitting at the head of the table, was trembling with rage.

Chongba, Ma Dajiao, Zhubiao, Zhudi—this is how the sky has arranged the entire Zhu family, from top to bottom!

"Guards! Bring this Shen Wansan to us—"

Zhu Yuanzhang was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly remembered that Shen Wansan was still nowhere to be found.

With a surge of anger rising in his chest, he grabbed the memorials on the table and smashed them to the ground, causing a series of loud crashes throughout the palace.

In the dormitory, Lu Li was already rolling around on the bed laughing.

He couldn't wait to open the comments section, eager to see what other witty replies netizens would give.

(Haha, Zhu Yuanzhang smiled slightly: This is quite a generous amount of cooking wine, let's call it "Pig with Plenty of Wine"!)

(Zhu Yuanzhang: Wait, why did you specifically bring up the fourth prince? What's your reasoning?)

(According to the latest unearthed historical records, the three major cases of the Hongwu Emperor were: the Hook Brother Case, the Shen Wansan Pig Trotter Case, and the Case of Advising to Depose Empress Ma.)

(As expected of unofficial history, it's both unofficial and historically accurate.)

Zhu Yuanzhang grew angrier the more he looked, and veins bulged from his temples all the way to the base of his neck.

Just as he was about to flip the table, a new comment appeared.

(Zhu Yuanzhang asked: Then why are there only bones and no meat on these pig's trotters? Shen Wansan replied: Your Majesty, it's because the fat is gone.)

"Um?"

A cold wind suddenly swept through Zhu Yuanzhang's mind, which was burning with rage.

Zhu Biao, gone?

His beloved eldest son, the Ming Dynasty Crown Prince whom he had placed his hopes on and nurtured with his own hands, is gone?!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Zhu Yuanzhang staggered back two steps and turned to look at Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao stood three steps away, his sturdy build and ruddy complexion showing a helpless expression as he stopped Zhu Gang from going to beat up Zhu Di.

Where did that lively and energetic creature go?

"Biao'er".

"Father?" Zhu Biao noticed that Zhu Yuanzhang's tone was off, so he quickly released Zhu Gang and walked over in a few steps.

Zhu Yuanzhang opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Too bad.

He stared at his eldest son for a long time, and finally waved his hand: "Come and sit down, don't stand."

Zhu Biao didn't understand why, but he still sat down as instructed.

The atmosphere inside the hall was strange. Zhu Yuanzhang, who had been furious just moments before, suddenly fell silent.

Zhu Di secretly glanced at his father, feeling that there was something unsettling hidden in his eyes.