When Zhu Yuanzhang was sixteen years old, because there was no food in his family, he had to go to the Huangjue Temple to become a monk, and later there was no food in the temple. The old monk called several monks together and told them to seal the temple and make a living for themselves.
Thus began the hard life of wandering. Zhu Yuanzhang first walked south to Hefei, and then west to Gushi, Henan. In the following years, he wandered to Xinyang, Huaiyang, Luyi, Bozhou, Henan, and then back to Fuyang, Anhui. All the way to the mountains and wading through the water, the clouds and water fluttered. It is hard to imagine how much hardship and bitterness a seventeen-year-old child would experience on the way to begging.
He had eaten the white-noodle steamed buns of the good people of the big household, and he had also eaten grass roots and wild vegetables. I have lived on the porch of a high-gate household, and I have also slept in cave cliffs, wind and rain and snow.
Legend has it that one day in late autumn, Zhu Yuanzhang walked to a place called Yuchai Village, and had not stained his teeth for several days, and suddenly found a persimmon tree on the edge of the village, on which hung a number of frosted tomatoes. He gathered his last strength, climbed up the tree, ate a dozen in one go, and finally survived. After the discovery, in the fifteenth year of Zhizheng (1355 AD), Zhu Yuanzhang led a large army to pass by here again and found that the persimmon tree was still there. Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but feel very emotional, got off his horse and hugged the tree in pain, and then took off his red robe, draped it on the tree, and said: Feng'er is Ling Frost Hou!
Behind the history, it is not the romantic sunrise that fills the sky and the snow, but the bitter memories of blood and fire.