The White Water King Er! Zhu Yuanzhang's thoughts surged. He really didn't expect that he would meet this person here.

During the years when he was floating in the sky as a bystander, he had seen this man with his own eyes rushing into the formation of officers and soldiers with a hatchet in his hand, killing dozens of people in a row. He was a fierce and virtuous man. However, he was not a god. When he was floating in the sky to watch the world, he also looked in the east and the west, so he didn't know that King Baishui Er had worked as a long-term worker at the Baishui Ma family before the uprising, and even didn't know what the final outcome of this man was.

After the rebellion of King Baishui, the limelight was soon overshadowed by King Jiayin of Fugu, King Zuogu of King Yichuan, Gao Yingxiang of Ansai, Daliang of Hannan, and others. So Zhu Yuanzhang did not pay much attention to him, so he drifted to another place to watch the development. When he turned around and wanted to find King Baishui, he found that King Er had disappeared in the long river of history. Maybe he had been killed somewhere.

At this time, there was more than a year before the White Water King Er revolted. He did not seem to be rebellious and did not have the bloody aura on his body, but the true nature of "striking generals" had been revealed. His every move was majestic and heroic, making people sigh at the sight of it.

Wang Er walked from the corner to Zhu Yuanzhang's table. He actually held two large bowls in his hand and put them beside Zhu Yuanzhang, then sat down on his own, less than a foot away from Zhu Yuanzhang. One of the two large bowls contained porridge, and the other bowl contained two large pieces of braised pork. It turned out that Wang Er did a lot of work in the Ma family and also served as a bodyguard and guard, so he also paid more, which was reflected in the food, which was that there was occasionally meat to eat.

Wang Er smiled boldly and said, "Zhu Ba, I want to exchange a piece of pork for your steamed bun, are you willing to exchange it?"

This fool refuses to change the business. Zhu Yuanzhang is not a fool. He knows that if he changes, he will definitely take advantage of it. However, he will not pick up the benefits of falling from the world for no reason. As the saying goes, he will suffer great losses due to small gains. Zhu Yuanzhang, who is used to the deceitfulness of the world, has a deep understanding of this. He will never easily accept others' favors, so he calmly asked: "I am willing to change, but I don't know why you suddenly asked me to change..."

Wang Er laughed: "Didn't you lose your head? You need to eat more and replenish the blood that has been drained. My body is very strong, and it's okay to eat less meat. I'll give it to you. If you are embarrassed, I'll give it back to me in the future."

"I can't afford you!" Zhu Yuanzhang took a sip of porridge slowly, bite the steamed bun, and was not moved by his meat.

"Haha, if you can't pay it back, don't pay it back!" Wang Er slapped his thigh and laughed: "I just want to help you when I meet someone. Do you accept it? If you don't accept it, I will beat you to death with the boss's fist."

At this time, Zhu Yuanzhang was evaluating Wang Er. He had been an emperor for decades and had developed a bad habit. As long as anyone meets him and talks a few words, he would give the other party a whole evaluation. This is a habit that no emperor can avoid. It will definitely be developed by the superiors when they look at their subordinates. Of course, the foolish monarchs are often not accurate in their view of people, but heroic lords like Zhu Yuanzhang are extremely accurate in their view of people.

Wang Er is righteous and likes to help others. Generally speaking, people who like to help others are more prestigious among the poor. No wonder he can gather a group of peasants to rebel. In addition, he has a strong personality, a tall figure, a loud voice, and a fast speech. Such people have strong combat power, but they usually lack the mind and are easily plotted against others. They can be used to charge forward, but they cannot lead the army. He suddenly disappeared after the uprising, and maybe he was plotted to death.

Zhu Yuanzhang knew that such a person didn't need to be too careful, so he nodded to him, grabbed a piece of meat from his bowl and stuffed it into his mouth. He now needs meat because his body is too weak. If he wants to deal with the chaotic times of the late Ming Dynasty, he needs better food and strengthen his body. Since there is a stupid eldest son who can deliver food, there is no reason not to continue.

After swallowing the big bowl of porridge and a piece of meat slowly, his weak body began to flow with strength. He waved his arms, and the feeling of floating in the clouds disappeared a lot, and his mind became clearer than before. He began to think secretly: I have strength, and now I have basic movement power. Wang Er sat a foot away from me. If I slapped the earth bowl in my hand on the table, and took advantage of the moment when Wang Er's attention turned to the broken bowl, grabbed a sharp fragment at the fastest speed and cut off the large blood vessel on his neck, maybe it would work in one blow. The pupae of the peasant uprising in the late Ming Dynasty, Baishui Wang Er, would be wiped out by me here...

Without the benchmarks he brought about by the first uprising, the four people, including King Jiayin of Fugu, King Zuogu of Yichuan, Gao Yingxiang of Ansai, and King Daliang of Han, might not dare to rebel, and the peasant uprising in the late Ming Dynasty would not have happened. Maybe the Ming Dynasty would be saved, and the mission of reincarnation and rebirth to this era would be easily completed! You can become a Buddha with a smile.

No... Zhu Yuanzhang quickly overturned his thoughts. He was a bystander in the sky for hundreds of years. It was not for nothing. The demise of the Ming Dynasty was definitely not just caused by the peasant uprising. It was a result of multiple problems gathered together to promote, assist and influence each other. It was a result of the combination of countless bad policies of the Ming Dynasty. Just erasing the two of Baishui people could not save the Ming Dynasty. The world continued to drought, but the country did not give the people to rest and recuperate. Instead, it imposed taxes. The peasant uprising was an inevitable development. Without Wang Er, there would be Zhang San and Li Si...

Zhu Yuanzhang put down the earth bowl in his hand and needed to make a long-term plan to save the Ming Dynasty. Perhaps in the next time, he should carefully consider how to do this.

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That night, the bright moon was hanging high and the night breeze blew the tree. Zhu Yuanzhang's body had already gained strength, so he decided to punch. This body was really too empty. If you want to maintain your body in a short time, practicing boxing every night is a compulsory course.

The long-term workers and short-term workers were all asleep, and the side yard was quiet. Zhu Yuanzhang walked to the middle of the yard, took a few deep breaths, and then started to practice with his fists. His boxing skills were not routine, and he could beat them anytime he wanted, without any rules. If people who don’t understand saw it, they would think that he was just shook his hands and shaking his feet casually.

In fact, he was indeed exercising his hands and feet at will, just warming up. Zhu Yuanzhang started with the most basic miscellaneous soldiers in his previous life. He experienced many life-and-death battles and honed a body without routine boxing, swordsmanship, and marksmanship in the battles of thousands of troops and north. Although many of these skills were abandoned in the second half of his life, he remembered some of his body. There was no need to practice any boxing techniques deliberately at this time. As long as he could move this body, he could have much more powerful boxing skills than ordinary people.

When Chinese people talk about boxing, most people think that boxing should have routines. For example, if you punch me, I should dodge to the right, then quickly move forward, and punch. The movements should be good-looking, not in a mess, and smoothly, not indecent movements, nor in the slightest distortion... These are all nonsense!

Think about it, on the battlefield, there are people everywhere in front, back, left and right. The enemy punches you, you have to follow the boxing routine and dodge to the right. What if a companion stands on the right blocks your way? Can't go out and wait for death? In addition, why do you have to do the movements meticulously and fight beautifully? What should you do so beautifully on the battlefield?

There is only one method that is useful on the battlefield, that is, a method that can kill people. Whether it looks good or not, whether it is smooth or not, is not worth a penny.

Zhu Yuanzhang did not practice boxing. He practiced the strength of muscles and reaction speed. When the enemy punched him, he could do the right flash. If someone blocked the way on the right, he could change to left flash at any time. If someone blocked the way on the left, he could do it to squat at any time. If someone blocked the way on the left, he could do it at any time. If he squatted, he could also jump up... It was not important to look good, it did not need to be beautiful, nor did it need to be precise in movements. It only needed to be able to knock down the enemy and protect himself. These reactions required sharp eyes, agile thinking, the speed of body reaction that could keep up with the thinking, and... the concentration to face the enemy's weapons calmly and ease!

Although his boxing is not well-organized, it is simple and fierce. It is a waste of time to show off. When he goes to the battlefield, he can keep him safe and safe all his life. This is not something that can be compared with the beauty of the ornamental boxing with rust legs.

The sound of practicing boxing finally woke up several long-term workers living in the same yard. The people poked their heads out of the window to take a look and muttered, "Who the fucking thing is not sleeping in the yard at midnight and tossing around?"

"So it's Zhu Ba..."

"What kind of messy punches did you hit? It's so ugly. If you don't kill others like this, you'll just throw yourself to death first."

"You should go to Brother Wang Er and ask him to teach you a set of red punches. Although it will be useless to practice red punches with your small body, at least the movements will look better, so as not to be embarrassed here."

Red Fist originated from the Zhou and Qin dynasties, and was famous in the Tang and Song dynasties, and was popular in the Ming and Qing dynasties. It was very popular in Shaanxi. You can just grab a few moves on the streets. Anyone with a little martial arts and self-defense on the body does not learn Red Fist. Baishui Wang Er is a good player in the Red Fist. He is very murderous when swinging two big fists, which is very scary. Therefore, the long-term workers and short-term workers of the Ma family all regard Wang Er as the first to fight.

Wang and the other two were enthusiastic. If anyone wanted to learn boxing, he would have no reason not to teach him as long as he came to him. However, ordinary people could not persist and give up after learning for two days, and no one really learned a name for themselves.

Of course Zhu Yuanzhang knew about Red Fist. He had practiced it in his previous life, but... he was not very interested in Red Fist. He just practiced a strong body as soon as possible. In his eyes, boxing routines are not worth studying.

"I just hit it a few times, not to practice boxing." Zhu Yuanzhang replied to the sarcastic workers around him, and then kept waving his inappropriate fists and feet.

The long-term workers laughed, and someone sneered: "He fell down his head during the day and seemed to be smart, but in fact he fell even more stupid."

"Okay, no matter what he does, if he wants to practice randomly, let him practice randomly. What does it have to do with us?"

"That's right, go to bed!"

The long-term workers retracted their quilts and went to sleep. Zhu Yuanzhang also became quiet, swung his fists and feet, and continued to practice. After an hour, he felt that his body had been heated, his blood had been activated a lot, and his muscles were fully stretched. So he returned to his house with satisfaction and slept with his head covering. Training his body is important, and rest is also important. Zhu Yuanzhang would never abuse his body, because... health is the most basic capital for achieving great things.
Chapter completed!