Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

"That's true. But my mother wants that land more. Uncle Zheng said that the weather is good every year and there has never been famine. The only thing the locals fear is illness."

Zhu Gaochi felt that this letter should have been dictated by his mother and written by his father.

It's really about every detail.

It's totally not his father's style.

There are even descriptions of scenery and characters.

Where Zheng He went, the locals were telling stories through gestures that had been passed down for thousands of years.

But in Zheng He's view, this tradition has hardly developed over thousands of years, and has basically remained at a stage slightly better than the barbarians who eat raw meat and drink blood.

Maybe it's because the local area is really rich and God has blessed the people with food.

When it is time to rain, it rains; when it is time to be sunny, it will be sunny all the way.

It's nothing like the current situation in the Ming Dynasty, where there are either droughts or floods. It's easy to work hard for a year and still get nothing.

Most of the so-called crops of the locals do not require them to work hard to plant and maintain.

It's born and raised by nature.

They were able to fill their stomachs with these God-given foods, so they never developed any advanced technology.

Their weapons were made of polished stones and their bodies were covered with the skins of wild animals.

The tribal leader wore a hat made of animal bones decorated with feathers as a symbol of authority.

It's so backward, but the locals are very comfortable.

Zhu Gaochi saw the longing between the lines of the letter, so he carefully repeated that beautiful moment to Zhang Xin.

"You can't have it all. As the saying goes, be prepared for danger in times of peace, but in fact, most people can't do that, no matter where they are from."

Zhang Xin felt a little emotional.

In the land of Daming, there have been endless wars since ancient times. Dynasties have changed many times, and there have been countless emperors.

It is because of this that everyone is forced to develop; if they fall behind, they will be overthrown.

"If the distance wasn't too far, I think my father and mother would want to move the entire Ming Dynasty there?"

Zhu Gaochi was very happy.

"That's really a lot of work."

After Zhang Xin smiled, she closed her eyes and exhaled.

Zhu Gaochi reacted immediately and thought that the medicine must be taking effect.

Rushed forward and hugged Zhang Xin:

"Headache or body pain?"

"My head was being pulled and pulled, and even my ears were hurting."

Zhang Xin thought that was the limit in the morning, but she didn't expect it to be so severe now.

As the headache gradually intensified, my body soon began to burn.

Zhu Gaochi quickly helped Zhang Xin lie down on the couch.

Zhang Xin's face turned pale and red. As soon as she fell down, she unconsciously shrank into a shrimp shape, and hit the top of her forehead with one clenched fist.

Zhu Gaochi was so panicked that he grabbed Zhang Xin's hand to prevent her from moving, and shouted outside the house:

"Qian'er, go find Master Zhang."

"Don't shout, don't shout loudly."

Zhang Xin's whole body twitched at the shout, and his head hurt even more. He could only grit his teeth and say something.

"Okay, okay, I won't scream. What can I do?"

Zhu Gaochi was so anxious that his veins were popping out.

"Don't say anything, just be quiet."

Zhang Xin let out another breath and explained before the next wave of pain came.

"it is good."

Zhu Gaochi really shut up, sat on the edge of the couch and held Zhang Xin's hand.

Wan Xiu quickly stepped forward and took a towel to wipe Zhang Xin's sweat.

"It hurts. It hurts so much when I rub it."

Zhang Xin felt that the usually soft sweat towel felt like a handful of coarse sand when it rubbed against her forehead.

“Just use cotton!”

Zhu Gaochi quickly gave orders.