There was no penny in my pocket and no grain of rice in the jar. All my belongings were a set of linen clothes full of holes and a pair of ragged cloth shoes. Not only were they several sizes bigger, but they even opened their mouths at the front end and barely tied them to their feet with a broken hemp rope. How could they enter Beijing like this?

I was more than 500 miles from Beijing to Hejian Prefecture, but I was afraid that I would not be able to go far, so I starved to death halfway through the way. Even if I luckily entered the capital, how could I meet the Emperor of Ming?

Emperor Wanli was a dead otaku. He had not been to court for more than 20 years. Even civil and military officials could find it difficult to meet him, let alone a little beggar!

If you take a step back, what should you say even if you meet Emperor Wanli?

He said that the Battle of Sarhu will be defeated, and said that Your Majesty, you will ascend to heaven next year, and your son will follow him and leave. One of your grandsons likes to be a carpenter, and the other grandson is impatient. The country will be destroyed in the Ming Dynasty for more than 20 years?

If I really dare to say this, it would be light to push the Meridian Gate and behead the decapitation, but it would be strange if I didn’t cut it into pieces. It seems that this road is not working!

If you want to become an official in the court, there is no way!

If you want to do business and get rich, you don’t have the capital!

I want to be a farmer, without land, no oxen, and even a rake!

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Xue Yu thought about it and exhausted countless brain cells, but he didn't think of a way out. Could it be that he really was a beggar?

Absolutely not. How can a man be poor and destitute for the rest of his life? Since he can't think of a good idea for a moment, then ask the gods!
Chapter completed!