Rebirth Zhu Yuanzhang's King Summoning System

Chapter 8 The Yellow River Cemetery
The hound kicked its limbs and bit Zhu Chongba's waist.

At this time, Zhu Chongba was skinny and his clothes were empty, the hound bit on the floating clothes without hurting his flesh and blood.

While the hound was in the air, Zhu Zhongba punched the dog on the head, and the hound fell to the ground with a howl.

Without doing anything, Zhu Chongba grabbed the hound's neck and bit hard on its trachea.

The hound bounced its limbs a few times and then stopped moving.

The hot blood stimulated Zhu Chongba's empty stomach. His eyes were red, and he sucked the dog blood until it turned into a mummy.

The Yuan soldiers were shocked when they saw this. They all stood up and drew out their scimitars, staring at him warily.

After Zhu Chongba drank the blood, he ignored the tense Yuan soldiers around him and reached out to grab the piece of rancid mutton on the ground.

"Pa!" Yuan Bing stepped on the back of Zhu Chongba's hand, raised his machete and was about to cut off his arm, but was interrupted by a sudden scolding.

"Stop!" Kang Maocai yelled.Yuan Bing turned around and looked around. Although the other party was Han, he was dressed in official uniform and was obviously much higher than himself.

"My lord." Yuan Bing moved his foot away, pointed to Zhu Chongba on the ground and said, "This lowly southerner killed our hunting dog. According to the law, he should be punished."

Kang Maocai approached Zhu Chongba, looked at the mutton and dead dogs on the ground, turned around and picked up the bread that Yuan Bing put aside, and threw it in front of Zhu Chongba.

Seeing how he was devouring it, Kang Maocai sighed: "After all, it is a human life. Take him to the Yellow River beach to repair the embankment. Whether he can survive depends on his own luck."

In the past three years of the flood, there has been a severe drought in the world.The imperial court unexpectedly began to repair dikes on a whim.

What if there is not enough labor?Go to the crop fields to pull strong men.

No one is cultivating the crops, what should we do if the food supply is not available?Write a memorial to the court to ask for money and food.

What should I do if the money and food are deducted by the superior?According to the scriptures, if the superior takes it, I will not take it. This is not giving the superior face.

What if there is only rice husk left in the hands of the strong man?Rice husk can also be eaten.

What to do if a strong man resists?Simple, kill.

The powerful self-questioning and self-answering model of Yuan Dynasty officials caused huge disasters to the migrant workers who built the embankment.

On the beach of the Yellow River, there are mountains of corpses.

The sun is like a fire, and the sun is scorching hot.

The cruel overseer held a whip and drove away the laborers like driving their own cattle and sheep.

As soon as Zhu Chongba arrived at the construction site, he was whipped three times for no reason.

The supervisor pointed at Zhu Chongba with a bulging belly and shouted: "When you get here, you have to listen to me. Otherwise, I will beat you to death! Go to work!"

Just as Zhu Chongba was about to get angry, he was grabbed by two migrant workers and pulled aside: "Brother, a hero does not suffer from immediate losses. When darkness covers the earth, King Ming will come and bring light to the people of the world. The light is coming soon .”

Zhu Chongba's curiosity was aroused by the words that the donkey's head was not right with the horse's mouth. He observed the two carefully.

One was skinny, as if he had been hungry for a long time, his cheeks and eye sockets were deeply sunken, and the two high and raised cheekbones were particularly obvious on his dark skin.The other one is full of beards, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and has a strong figure. He doesn't look like a hungry person, but a rich man.

"Who are you?" Zhu Chongba asked.

The black and thin man cupped his hands: "My name is Liu Futong, and he is Han Shantong. If I'm not mistaken, you are the brother Zhu Chongbazhu who was wanted everywhere for making trouble in Haozhou City three years ago."

Zhu Zhongba frowned and clenched his fists tightly. He was ordained to be a monk in order to deceive others. Unexpectedly, this Heichai ghost had such sharp eyes that he recognized him at a glance.If these two people revealed their identities, a fight would be inevitable.

Han Shantong reached out and grabbed Zhu Chongba's wrist and said in a low voice: "Brother Zhu, don't be nervous. We are the guardians of the White Lotus Sect."

"The White Lotus Sect's guardians?"

"Well, we were unfortunately arrested when we were preaching the teachings in the Huaixi area. Fortunately, the newly appointed magistrate Kang Maocai was a Han. He was grateful for the suffering of the people and did not kill us on the spot. Instead, he exiled us here to build embankments," Liu Futong said in a low voice. Explaining that the two eyes were shining with light: "But I never thought that the White Lotus Sect would develop even faster here!"

Zhu Chongba raised his head and looked at the laborer not far away. The bloody whip marks on his dark skin were so eye-catching.They were skinny and withered, like soulless zombies, mechanically dragging stones forward.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance.The harder the oppression, the fiercer the resistance.

The Yellow River embankment is the darkest place.The darker the place, the more light is needed.

The White Lotus Sect is the belief that can bring them hope and light.

The irritable supervisor saw Zhu Chongba and the three gathered together, picked up the whip, and hit the three of them with three "slaps": "Lazy, aren't you? You don't have anything to eat tonight! If you don't want to die, get out of here and give it to me!" Work!"

Liu Futong and Han Shantong hurriedly accompanied the smiling faces, one polished the supervisor's shoes, the other wiped his sweat, and said while wiping, "Master, isn't this helping you discipline the newcomer? Don't be angry, don't be angry."

Zhu Chongba gave the supervisor a hard look and turned to leave.

The sunset is west, and the cool night wind is mixed with the smell of sweat and water.

The foreman dragged a big bucket over, and greeted the tired migrant workers: "Everyone who is alive comes to eat."

Zhu Chongba looked at the rice husks and leaves in the bucket, his brows furrowed into knots.

A thin old man with white beard and hair beside him patted his shoulder, picked up the wooden bowl with a corner missing, and said tremblingly: "Eat, young man. Only by eating can you survive. Only by living can you have hope." .”

There were tears in the old man's turbid eyes. He didn't know whether he was thinking of his wife who died of starvation or his helpless children. Or maybe, after experiencing floods, plagues and droughts, he was the only one left in the family.

Zhu Chongba sighed, and picked up the dirty bowl in front of him.The old man is right, only by living can there be hope.

"Crack!" The supervisor kicked off the bowl in Zhu Chongba's hand, and shouted loudly: "I said, you are not allowed to eat today. If you want to eat, you can just kneel down and wipe my boots obediently. Maybe I don't know how I feel. Alright, let me let you go."

Zhu Chongba's heart burst into flames of anger, and just as he was about to make a move, the old man around him blocked him first.

The old man knelt on the ground, carefully wiping the supervisor's boots, his pale beard trembling in the breeze, showing indescribable vicissitudes.

"Master overseer, he is my son and is ignorant. Please spare him this time. I will shine your shoes for him and keep them cleaner than him."

Zhu Chongba's heart trembled, this old man put down his dignity to protect him.

The supervisor narrowed his eyes: "Your son?"

The old man looked up: "Yes, my son."

The overseer kicked and kicked the old man out with a kick!

(End of this chapter)