"It's not right, it's really wrong, there's no reason."

In the yard, Fang Shiyu, who had always been calm, was paced back and forth.

He remembered that what was written in history books clearly was that the empress will die of illness in these few days.

Then Zhu Yuanzhang, who had always been happy and angry, cried bitterly in front of all civil and military officials.

Not only did he stop the court for half a month, he also issued an order to let all civil and military officials wear mourning for Empress Ma, and ordered the entire Ming Dynasty to close the entertainment venues for one year, thus expressing his respect and nostalgia for the Empress.

But now the entire Jinling City is calm.

Not only did there be no news from the palace, but even the flower boats on the Qinhuai River were receiving customers as usual.

History books will never be able to make mistakes about major historical events like this.

Could it be that it was because of my own reasons that led to the butterfly effect, which changed the trajectory of history?

However, Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma Niang are far away from him. He had met the largest official in the Ming Dynasty, and he was just the fourth-rank old man Zhu.

I wish the old man may be a personal person in another state.

However, in Jinling City where high-ranking officials gather, he is just a small shrimp, where is there any storm now?

I have saved the other son’s life at least. Old man Zhu won’t harm him, right?

What the hell is going on?

As a time traveler of millennium years, Fang Shiyu's greatest capital is his familiarity with history.

If history really changes because of its own, then its capital will be at least half.

After thinking about it, Fang Shiyu attributed the reasons for changing history to those of Lao Xu and Lao Wu.

The so-called "many people" are mixed with eyes.

It must be that I have come into contact with too many people in the past few days, which has led to the butterfly effect.

It seems that you must speak carefully in the future and try to contact those irrelevant outsiders.

Otherwise, I wouldn't know what happened then.

Fang Shiyu has made a decision. In addition to praying the old man and his son, he will try his best to avoid contact with outsiders.

Try not to say things that cannot be said in the future, and make sure that history develops according to its original trajectory.

Fortunately, Ma Niang was not dead, so Zhu Yuanzhang would not go crazy, let alone kill him.

I wish the old man’s head can be hung around his neck for the time being.

If you have enough time to do the other party’s ideological work slowly.

I'm simply a huge talent.

"Is Fang Shiyu here?"

At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly rang out.

Fang Shiyu opened the wooden door of the yard and was surprised to see Mrs. Zhu standing outside the door accompanied by Zhu Yuanzhang and her son.

"Strange, what kind of wind blows you today, Mrs. Zhu?"

Fang Shiyu asked in surprise.

Unlike the old man Zhu who often eats and drinks, he respects the amiable old Mrs. Zhu very much.

It’s a pity that Mrs. Zhu has never been in good health and only comes here occasionally to play.

"hehe……!

"Mr. Fang En, the old woman is here to thank you for your life-saving kindness."

Empress Ma smiled kindly at Fang Shiyu in front of her.

If I hadn't had the young man in front of me, I would have passed away a few days ago.

Now that I can stand here in such a healthy way, it is thanks to the Eng-gong Fang in front of me.

Ma Xiuyun decided to keep Fang Shiyu's great kindness firmly in his heart.

"It's actually the case."

Hearing the words of Mrs. Zhu, Fang Shiyu instantly woke up.

No wonder Mrs. Zhu’s face was much better than before. It turned out that she had taken the quick-acting heart-saving pills she gave her.

I was worried that Mrs. Zhu would not dare to take medicines of unknown origin, but did not expect that the other party was still very open-minded?

"The old lady praised it, it's not worth mentioning."

Fang Shiyu did not deliberately be modest.

Although heart disease can be said to be an incurable disease in the Ming Dynasty, it is just a trivial matter for oneself who has a system.

"For Eng-Mr. Fang may be a trivial task, but for the old woman, it is a life-saving kindness, and the old woman keeps it in mind."

"Come on, carry everything into the yard."

Empress Ma smiled and waved her hands, and then a servant walked in with fir boxes one by one.

There are a lot of boxes, dozens of which almost fill Fang Shiyu's courtyard.

"What is this?"

Fang Shiyu asked in confusion.

"Come on, open all the wooden boxes to Mr. Fang!"

"Abide by the order!"

After Ma Niang smiled and gave instructions, the servants quickly opened the wooden boxes one by one.

After the wooden box was opened, a golden light suddenly appeared in the courtyard.

These wooden boxes are filled with gold, silver and jewelry.

If you exchange these gold, silver and jewelry for soft sister coins, there must be at least eight zeros.

“Wow…”

Looking at the treasure-gift in front of him, Fang Shiyu's cheeks twitched a few times.

"Little bastard, what's your expression?"

"If you don't like it, you can tell me that I'll take it all away now."

Zhu Yuanzhang said a little angrily.

He was a tenant farmer, and even after becoming emperor, he did not change his idea of ​​being thrifty and thrifty.

I usually want to spend a penny in half, but I am so stingy.

According to Zhu Yuanzhang's idea, he could just give some money.

After he found out the truth in the future, he would serve as an official Fang Fang Shiyu, so that he could repay the other party's kindness, and then save a lot of money himself, and the court also had an extra talent that could be created.

This is a great thing.

How could I come up with such a smart solution?

However, under the strong opposition of Ma Niangniang, Zhu Yuanzhang's plan was miscarriage!

He had already bleed so much, but Fang Shiyu, the little bastard, actually looked like he had seen a ghost.

Zhu Yuanzhang felt he couldn't bear it.

He didn't pay attention to Zhu Yuanzhang. Fang Shiyu looked at the dozens of boxes of gold, silver and jewelry, and then looked at Zhu Yuanzhang, who looked constipated next to him. He asked curiously.

"Old man, tell me the truth, how much did you make?"

"You said you can save it?"

"As the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, can I get it?"

When he heard Fang Shiyu say that he was making money, Zhu Yuanzhang immediately looked shocked.

The entire Ming Dynasty belonged to me, Zhu Yuanzhang. Do I still need to make money?

Who does this little bastard look down on?

Looking at the old man Zhu with anger on his face, Fang Shiyu decided to speak to the other party.

"I wish you a good number, old man."

"As a fourth-rank military general, your monthly salary is twenty-six stones of rice, which is 140 stakes if you turn into copper coins."

"The value of these gold, silver and jewelry in front of you is no less than 200,000 yuan. As a small fourth-grade general, you have to save up for nearly a hundred years even if you don't eat or drink. You tell me you don't have to make any money?"

"I wish you, old man, wouldn't you misappropriate the entire Navy's money?"

"I have to tell you seriously that what the emperor hates the most is greed and abuse of power."

"When you live, you have to be careful that you will be captured by the Jinyiwei and then execute him in front of everyone."

Fang Shiyu advised him seriously.
To be continued...