I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 162
The idiot emperor casually threw the important task of "martial arts contest and recruiting relatives" to Zheng Zhilong, but he got on his horse and returned to the "palace" in a hurry.

Because, just now, he discovered an astonishing secret.

The "prodigal value" earned by oneself, on the surface, increased strength, agility, riding and shooting, and lifespan.

Actually, besides these.

It's even related to the National Games...

After returning to the palace, he locked himself in the wooden house alone, tapped his brain, and opened his character panel.

Then, with a small black number six on his face, he fell into deep thought.

'Strength, agility, and riding and shooting can be directly given to others...that is, a specific team? '

'And this lifespan value, which I am extremely looking forward to, can be transformed into a national luck value. '

"One hundred points of life can be converted into one point of national luck..."

Dog system, isn't this too tricky?

If I hadn't reminded him earlier, I tried everything I could to get Mao Yuanyi to "rebel against the order", and the system reminded me.

This clearly means that if you have not worked hard enough before, that is to say, if your 'prodigal value' is not enough to accumulate a certain amount, this 'prodigal' system will not be activated at all.

The idiot emperor Zhu Youjian's face was uncertain.

Seeing hundreds of "lifespans", only four or five points of national luck can be converted, how do I feel... I am very reluctant.

"Plague plague broke out in the capital, that bastard Hakka Baba fled to the southeast coast to make trouble, Jiannu and northern barbarian cavalry were ready to move, and famine would break out in Shanxi, Shaanxi, Henan, Shandong, and Zhili areas;
Liaoxi generals, Liaodong hidden dangers, civil servants clean, Jiangnan aristocratic families, northern tyrants..."

Zhu Youjian sighed and closed his character panel.

"Come here, serve tea."

The biggest trouble is getting thirsty every time you make skewers. Zhu Youjian misses the tea made by the red lady herself...

Several accompanying eunuchs and maids came in with lowered eyebrows, quickly waited for the emperor to change his clothes, and served a bowl of Longjing.

"Is there any news from Jin Yiwei?" Zhu Youjian asked calmly after taking a sip.

"Long Live Lord, today's report from Jinyiwei has not arrived yet, but the news from Dongchang has arrived first." Wang Chengen hurriedly reported.

"Tell me about it." Zhu Youjian said.

"Long Live Lord, there is news from the East Factory that the use of quicklime in the capital has greatly curbed the spread of the plague in the grasslands; however, the newly built funeral parlor and Daming Hospital have not been followed up for a long time."

"Besides, Wei Zhongxian and Qian Qianyi are very close now, they seem to be wearing the same underwear..."

"Okay, I got it." Zhu Youjian waved his hand, telling Wang Chengen and others to step back.

He supported his stomach with his hands, and was in a daze for a while, but his mood gradually improved.

It's hard to be a shopkeeper once, isn't it just to 'neglect the government' and make some prodigals worth it?Why do you still have the heart to do it all!

"If you add one or two points to this national luck value, I don't know what earth-shattering changes will happen..."

After all, the idiot emperor still wants to try.

This is human nature.

This is like, a game player, when he knows that he has enough skill points and can activate a hidden attribute, he can't help but try to add a little or two...

Until, figure out a way to fill it up.

This is Zhu Youjian's psychology at the moment.

So, he couldn't help but click on the character panel, hesitated again and again, and finally clicked on [National Transformation].

Zhu Youjian: "..."

Nothing happened?

The expected lightning and thunder, strong wind and rain, mountains and rivers shaking, beasts crying... and other amazing visions did not appear at all.

He fixed his eyes.

His own life span has indeed decreased by 100 points, and he is now 360 years old.

Why don't you click again?
So, Zhu Youjian clicked Transform again.

Still no change.

So, he ordered... two more times.

Ah, finally comfortable.

It is 300 years away from immortality, this wave, why does it seem to be a bit of a loss...

……

Zhu Youjian didn't know, but when he was hiding in Heilong City and quietly added three points of "National Luck Value", rain fell in the distant Yan'an Mansion, Pingliang Mansion, and Qingyang Mansion.

At the same time, on the front line of Shanhaiguan, the spirit of the Ming defenders was slightly shaken, and with their extremely exhausted bodies, they repelled another surprise attack by the Beiman and Jiannu.

And Xu Guangqi, Song Yingxing, and hundreds of Daming Academy students who were also at the northern end of Kuwu Island burst into thunderous cheers——

The first batch of real steel has been smelted!

At the same time, the oil drilling team also reported successes frequently.

Even the land of the capital, under the shadow of the more than a month-long grassland plague, seems to have gradually regained a modicum of firepower...

……

Zhu Youjian hid in the big wooden house and was lost all afternoon.

'This wave, blood loss! '

Until Anna, Catherine, mother and daughter came in, Zhu Youjian still looked depressed, and the expression on his face was just like when someone gave a bad review back then.

"Husband, it's time to eat."

Anna came over and rubbed Zhu Youjian's arm with her plump breasts.

Zhu Youjian made a forced smile, and wanted to 'slap' on his buttocks, but when he turned his head, he saw Catherine staring at him with two big hairy eyes, so he had to raise one hand and gently He straightened his hair around his ears.

"Let's go and eat."

Zhu Youjian got up from the arhat bed, jumped down, stretched, laughed and said: "I am thinking about national affairs, so I even forgot to eat.

Wang Chengen, pass the meal! "

Wang Chengen responded outside the door, and passed the meal in small steps.

"Come here, pass the decree, Black Dragon City will have a lot of fish and meat tonight, and the fine wine in the big altar, you can go up, up and down, I will go all out!"

The eunuchs at the door looked confused and didn't know how to deliver the decree.

Zhu Youjian stepped out of the door and scolded: "Idiot, just let everyone open their bellies to eat meat and drink, I am happy today, I want to treat guests to dinner, understand?

You idiots!

Do you want me to castrate you again! "

Several eunuchs ran away in a hurry.

The idiot emperor's state today is a little bit wrong. He said that he was treating guests to dinner, so that the whole Black Dragon City would open their bellies and eat and drink.

But, look at his old man's face...

I just want to kill someone!
After finally earning hundreds of years of 'life value', as a result, less than ten breaths, all points are gone.

It is converted into a fart with no 'national luck value'.

It's no wonder Zhu Youjian is in a good mood!
Right now, he really wanted to kill someone.

Who should I kill?
With a gloomy face, Zhu Youjian stood on a rock not far from the palace, overlooking Heilonggang in the setting sun, and his mood gradually calmed down.

The prodigal value is gone, let's find a way to earn it.

The number one prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty, how can he not bear the "life value" of a mere three or four hundred years old...

Suddenly, there was a burst of earth-shattering cheers from a distance, like a wave of sound, which immediately attracted Zhu Youjian's attention.

Over there, are [-] veterans of the Ming Dynasty?

By the way, I don't know what the result of my martial arts competition recruiting conference will be.

Just in time, let's celebrate together tonight, and get me some 'prodigal value' by the way!

(End of this chapter)