The white porridge and pickled mustard is enough, why am I wearing a royal robe?

Chapter 1 Late Ming Dynasty
During the Chongzhen period, there was a severe drought in the north. The bare land was thousands of miles long, and not even a blade of grass could grow.

"I just know that being a keyboard warrior doesn't end well."

Looking at the group of laborers who were repairing the city wall in front of him, Liu Zhenhua couldn't help but sigh.

Just a week ago, he was happily surfing the Internet when Liu Zhenhua accidentally saw a post on Tieba.

[If ancient workers were only given white porridge and pickled mustard for every meal and only worked eight hours a day, would they resist? 】

When Liu Zhenhua saw this post, he immediately became happy. What kind of question does it take a dog to ask with multiple brains? He immediately tilted the keyboard and started to output:
"Resistance, haha, this question is equivalent to the modern question: If I only give a person a salary of 10 a month, double holidays, and an eight-hour work system, will he quit?"

"Don't even mention resisting. If you let them work until they die, they won't resist. Even if you try to leave, they won't even leave."

Because he was too excited while typing on the keyboard, Liu Zhenhua kicked the power cord. The next second he felt straight for the rest of his life.

When I opened my eyes again, I came here.

After a brief period of shock, Liu Zhenhua quickly digested the extra memories in his mind, and he understood the situation here.

It was at the end of the Ming Dynasty, during the Chongzhen period, that the owner of this body was also named Liu Zhenhua. This place was in Tianjin, and he was a small servant. Although he was an orphan, his parents left some money behind when they died, and he was in charge of it. The number ten person.

What these laborers are currently building is the city wall of Tianjin City. There was a severe drought more than ten years ago, and a gap was created in the city wall of Tianjin City by floods. Only now have people been sent to repair it.

"No wonder the Ming Dynasty was destroyed in the hands of Chongzhen. Natural disasters were one of them, and man-made disasters were the other."

Liu Zhenhua sighed for a while, I am afraid that the officials under this emperor will be ruined. How can such a dynasty not be destroyed?

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat. Where's the laborer? Come and get the food."

A guard beat a gong and shouted.

Liu Zhenhua hurried to the porridge shed and picked up two wooden barrels. One barrel contained rice, and the other contained ten broken bowls. On weekdays, when eating, others would use whips to urge their men to hurry up, but he did it himself. , he has read many novels, in which the people who show off their power do not end well in the end.

After walking out of the porridge shed, a big man immediately came up to him and shouted respectfully, "Tou'er Liu."

As he spoke, he took the pole from Liu Zhenhua's shoulder and held the pole with one hand, looking very relaxed.

Liu Zhenhua patted the waist of the two-meter-tall man in front of him, "Let's go and eat over there."

"okay."

The two of them quickly came to the shaded area under the city wall.

There were nine workers here. When they saw Liu Zhenhua coming over, they all called out to Mr. Liu.

"Here, today's food," Liu Zhenhua greeted, and the big man put the pole on the ground.

A group of people immediately gathered around.

But when they saw the food in the rice bucket, a look of confusion suddenly appeared on their faces.

"Liu Tou. This thing can eat people to death."

Among the nine migrant workers, Ren Zhuozhou, the most handsome one, pointed at the rice pail and said.

The rice bucket contained mushy porridge, which looked very good, but Ren Zhuozhou could distinguish the ingredients. It was called porridge, but it was actually a mixture of water, Guanyin soil, sand, and wheat bran.

Although it is very filling, if you eat too much of this stuff, you will die.

"Yes, Mr. Liu, how can we eat this? The officials above don't regard us as human beings at all!"

The big man next to Liu Zhenhua, Ren Hongli, clenched his fists and said angrily.

Looking down at the food in the rice bucket, Liu Zhenhua couldn't help but sigh. He originally thought that the people in the TV series eating Guanyin soil were fake, and how could they possibly eat it? But now that he saw it with his own eyes, Liu Zhenhua finally understood that eating Guanyin soil There is no other way.At the end of the Ming Dynasty, there was another drought and locust plague in the north. The people had no harvest, and countless victims were displaced and died of hunger thousands of miles away.

Right now, there are countless victims fleeing around the city wall they built.

Now look at the food in this rice bucket, they are no better than those victims.

"This thing is absolutely inedible!"

Liu Zhenhua said in a deep voice, this food will not be digested if eaten, and he will die of bloating within a week.

He brought these people here, and he would definitely not let anything happen to them if they ate the food. What's more, he still had his share of the dirt, so there was no way he would eat it.

"Yesterday it was clear porridge. Although there were not ten grains of rice in the bucket, it was still edible. Now there is only this terrible dirt."

Ren Zhuohuo had a sad look on his face. They went out to work, but they were forced to do nothing and couldn't survive at home.

The food currently being distributed by officers and soldiers is not food for humans at all, but is being eaten the same as the victims outside.

The victims outside may eat it, because people who are crazy from hunger are no longer human beings, but they are not yet at the end of their rope, so naturally they don't want to eat this stuff.

"If you ask me, the dog officials in the city must be very well-fed. It's impossible to say that the pigs and dogs kept in the dog officials' homes are better fed than us," Ren Hongli gritted his teeth and said while looking in the direction of the inner city.

Then he suddenly turned his head to Liu Zhenhua, "Boss Liu, I have a plan. Instead of being an official and supervisor here, it is better to be a wandering horse bandit. At least you can be free and easy, with some food and some drink."

"To shut up!"

Liu Zhenhua roared in a low voice.

Seeing that Liu Zhenhua seemed a little angry, Ren Hongli immediately fell silent.

Liu Zhenhua's face was very ugly. He was an upright person, a bit stupid, and dared to say anything. This might even implicate him. Is it okay to talk about being a horse bandit?

At present, there are horse bandits roaming outside Tianjin City, looting, burning, killing and looting. There are thousands of officers and soldiers in Tianjin City, and no one can even stand up to lead the troops to encircle and suppress them.

These horse bandits committed all kinds of crimes. The imperial court was suffering from external uprising forces and had no extra energy to send people to encircle and suppress these horse bandits, which made them become more rampant, and their scope of activities even reached outside the moat of Tianjin City.

Being a horse bandit almost puts him on the second list of rebels. The court will definitely deal with it if it has free hands. How can anyone be willing to become a rebel unless they are desperate? He, Liu Zhenhua, is not a protagonist with good luck and no golden fingers. , I don’t have very good historical knowledge, I’m not a special forces soldier or anything, and I don’t have any martial arts skills. Is there any way out as a rebel?

It is estimated that he will be strangled by the imperial army and die a good death.

But when Liu Zhenhua looked at the food in the barrel, he couldn't help but ask himself, isn't this a dead end?
The superiors no longer distribute food. They are fooling people with this dirt. If they eat it, they will not survive for a week, and they will not be able to live without it.

No wonder it is always the honest peasants who are the first to revolt. These are the people who are the first to be unable to survive in troubled times.

Now the high-ranking officials in the city might have their mouths full of oil. Thinking of this, Liu Zhenhua clenched his fists, and then slowly released them.

These days, watching the refugees outside the city continue to die and the officers and soldiers handling the corpses, Liu Zhenhua felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

When people are sick, they need to take medicine; when the world is sick, they need to eat people.

[One hundred percent, system integration is successful. 】

[The reputation system has been bound. Currently, the ten people under my command are given out ten portions of white porridge and mustard every day, which can be taken out at any time! 】

Just when Liu Zhenhua felt weak, a voice suddenly sounded in his mind, making his eyes suddenly light up.

Here we come, system, late but here!

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