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

Chapter 105 Rebellion
When Wu Yong and others were frightened by the murderous soldiers, the soldiers stopped, turned around and looked in one direction, and then shouted in unison.

"Welcome to the Kitchen King."

"Kitchen King? Is he the Kitchen King?"

Wu Yong and others hurriedly followed the gazes of the soldiers. When they saw the person clearly, their faces showed expressions of surprise. The Kitchen King was too young, just like a white-faced boy.

They originally thought that he was a middle-aged man with a beard, just like a wealthy landlord or one of those dog officials.

"This is too unworthy of its name."

Wu Yong sighed in his heart.

But what does the Kitchen King want to do?Showing a trick?

Wu Yong and others stared at Liu Zhenhua.

The Kitchen King walked out alone, and there was nothing to cover him. In this case, no matter how sophisticated the deception method was, it was impossible to transform the legendary food and armor.

Liu Zhenhua glanced at the position of the 300 people without leaving any trace. It was the best position in the audience and the position where he could be seen most clearly.

He waved his hand, and a piece of subsistence meal appeared in the open space. The open space was also in the chosen position, right in front of the three hundred spies.

"Thank you, Kitchen King!"

The heavenly soldiers shouted together, and their voices were loud and resounded through the sky.

But Wu Yong and others were completely immersed in the shock of the scene just now.

Looking at his face, all his eyes and mouths are wide open.

"how can that be"

Wu Yong stammered, they saw it, they really saw it, just like the legend said, the Kitchen King waved his hand, and food appeared everywhere.

The smell of white porridge, the smell of mustard, and the round eggs on the ground.

Although the Kitchen King did not come back from the clouds this time, when some of the rumors are true, people often think that the rumors are true. You know the Pythagorean Theorem, it has little to do with it.

"My heavenly legends are all true!"

Chen Mindao exclaimed.

It must be true. This can no longer be explained by blindness. There is too much food on the ground. Although the food has been received by the soldiers now, every detail of that scene has been imprinted in their minds.

There is absolutely no way it was a deception. So much food appeared with just a wave of the hand. Any folk deception must have something to cover it, or it could be someone wearing a long robe or long sleeves. The amount of food that was changed was only a small amount that could be hidden. Something from an unknown place.

But there are so many steaming white porridges, delicious pickled mustard and eggs, how to hide them and what to hide them.

"The Kitchen King appears!"

Some of the 300 people knelt on the ground and shouted.

They are all ordinary people, and they usually have stoves in their homes. These are real gods, and they actually want to betray the gods and betray the gods!

"I am guilty! We are guilty!"

Someone shouted with fear on his face. After shouting these words, he was kicked by the person next to him and fell to the ground.

Wu Yong stared at this man with wide eyes, "What are you going to do?"

He scolded in a low voice that this man actually wanted to tell the truth.

"Kitchen King, this is the real Kitchen King!"

The man whimpered and said this after being kicked, "No wonder the people here are all smiling. The soldiers here are so powerful, right next to the Kitchen King!"

"What are we doing? If we don't tell the truth quickly, why are we waiting here?"

He said with a sad face.

"Do you still want to hide it from the gods?"

The last words he said made the faces of the people around him change, and so did Wu Yong. His eyes were dull, "Yeah, how can you hide it from the gods?"

"Moreover, even if it succeeds, will it be able to deal with those powerful soldiers and generals?"

"No."

"That's really magical."

Wu Yong thought to himself that the same was true for the people next to him.

"What are you guys doing?"

Ren Ming looked at these people and scolded, "From today on, you are a glorious militiaman under the Kitchen King!"

"Kill three enemies as soon as possible, or become a heavenly soldier through training, and you will be able to eat white porridge, pickled mustard, tea leaves and eggs three times a day!"

Ren Ming almost shouted these words at these people.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Ren Ming, and some people licked their ears, as if they didn't believe what they heard.

"Sir, can we also eat that white porridge with pickled vegetables and eggs?"

Chen Mingdao looked at Ren Ming in disbelief. Only some of the people there had eaten the food conjured by the Kitchen King.

"Do not."

Ren Ming shook his head, and everyone's expressions changed slightly.

"That's not an egg. It's an egg marinated with salt, sugar, black tea, soy sauce and spices. If you train well, the outstanding ones will have a chance to become a heavenly soldier. Serve well for the Stove King. If you kill three people on the battlefield, you can also become a heavenly soldier, or, No matter what kind of merit you have accomplished, you can become a heavenly soldier, and you will eat these things every day."

Ren Ming's words cheered everyone up again.

Wu Yong stared at Ren Ming, but in his mind he was thinking about his previous battles. He had killed four or five people because he was always at the front.

And what did he get? He was appreciated by Feitianhu, who asked him to bring people here to be spies.

He said that when he comes back, he will give them three dou of grain and get an official promotion. What kind of official is there among a group of rioters? Three dou of grain?

Can I exchange this meal?
They probably couldn't exchange for the eggs alone. Eggs boiled with tea leaves, salt, and sugar were something they would never dream of.

Because I never thought that someone would have the luxury to use these things to boil eggs!

The emperor they imagined only ate white water eggs every day!
"Master Jun! I have information"

"Master Jun! I am important"

"Sir! The common people have important matters."

"They are spies!"

Almost at the same time, everyone shouted in unison.

They looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and anger, these people actually wanted to expose it directly!Reveal it before them.

The one who said they were spies was Wu Yong who was the leader.

The more Wu Yong thought about it, the more unbalanced and disadvantaged he felt. He was working hard for the Flying Tiger King Zuo Guang. Thinking about it carefully, he got nothing. But now, the Kitchen King not only distributes food every day but also pays the same credit. , Kitchen King can directly let you enjoy the treatment of gods, without using the emperor as a comparison, directly compare it with gods. After all, the emperor does not have such treatment!What are you waiting for if you don’t surrender, expose and report!

A smile appeared on Ren Ming's lips. These people were really guessed by the Kitchen King.

If you really do, you will be convinced to vote.

Liu Zhenhua looked at the 300 people kneeling on the ground in front of him. He expected that such a situation would happen. Even in modern times, if someone saw the scene where white porridge and pickled mustard had just been transformed, they would feel like they had met a god, or Just call me stupid!

Not to mention these ancient disaster victims, and they were also victims with evil intentions in their hearts!
"I already know that you are sent by Wang Zuoguan," Liu Zhenhua stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the three hundred spies kneeling on the ground.

His words made 300 people panic. Sure enough, the god had known about it for a long time.

Then wouldn't it mean that not only would the credit be lost, but the opportunity to make up for it would also be lost?

"Kitchen King! We were forced by the king's flying tiger and the big red wolf!"

someone cried.

"Yes, Kitchen King, I am from Xiagou Village. That Wang Zuogua slaughtered our village and forced us to follow him. Now he is forcing us to pretend to be refugees and enter the Kitchen King's city! He wants to plot the city!"

Someone else shouted with runny noses and tears.

"I know, otherwise, I would have killed you on the spot."

Liu Zhenhua looked at these crying people indifferently.

"I will give you a chance to make up for your mistakes."

"Thank you, Kitchen King!"

"Thank you, Kitchen King, for your kindness!"

More than 300 people knelt down and worshiped, and their hearts were finally relieved a lot. Now that the Kitchen King said these words, it meant that their lives were saved.

"Then Kitchen King, do we still have a chance to be your soldiers?"

Wu Yong asked boldly.

"Haha, it's natural. As long as you don't violate military discipline or laws, you can serve as a militia and have the opportunity to be promoted to a heavenly soldier."

"Thank you Stove King for the gift!"

Wu Yong directly knocked his head on the ground, making a banging sound.

The people around him did the same, kowtow to express their thanks.

"Then when will Wang Zuogao prepare to attack the city?"

Liu Zhenhua looked at these people and asked, "I haven't asked this important matter yet."

"If you reply to the Kitchen King, it will be tomorrow when you are ugly."

Wu Yong said.

"Very good, wait till tomorrow, you wait and open the city gate, and then"

Liu Zhenhua watched these people tell what they were going to do.

Everyone nodded, no matter whether these things were dangerous or not, the huge dangers seemed insignificant in the face of the benefits gained after success.

Isn't it just that the object of internal and external cooperation has changed?

What can there be?

"Okay, let's go and train. Only by training hard can you be able to compete on the battlefield and get more rewards for your combat achievements."

Liu Zhenhua said.

"Thank you, Kitchen King!"

Everyone shouted in unison again.

Ren Ming took these people to receive the weapons. Currently, the steel spears are working overtime to make them, but the production efficiency is not very high.

There are three blacksmith families in and outside the city, and their arms are spinning with sparks. Liu Zhenhua pays them by the piece, so they are very motivated. One family can knock out more than 30 blacksmiths from morning to night or even in the middle of the night. Steel spear.

However, even if this is the case, it still cannot be used by all militiamen.

"Train well and don't live up to Kitchen King's expectations for you."

Wu Yong was in a good mood and looked at Ren Ming with a smile, "Master, don't worry, we will do a good job."

"Haha, don't call me Ye. We are all one family. When you see an official who you don't know who he is, just call him Sir. Do you understand?"

Ren Ming said.

"Understood, understood."

Wu Yong agreed, wondering in his heart that there was someone who wasn't called Ye.

Everyone also quickly remembered this sentence in their hearts. After all, if they call these officials wrong in the future, they may offend people.

"You are all new recruits, so I will take you through training."

Ren Ming's face suddenly became serious. He was responsible for transporting new soldiers to the militia.

Everyone also quickly put away the smiles on their faces and looked at Ren Ming nervously.

"Line up into ten teams from high to low! Ten people in one team! An arm's length apart from the front and back, and a fist-width apart from the left and right! Line up now!"

Ren Ming yelled at these people.

"What?"

"A team of ten people, ten fingers, can you tear them apart? What a fool, hurry up."

"You are taller than me on horseback."

300 people were in chaos.

Ren Ming was used to waiting for these people to line up.

Wang Zuogao, Feitian Tiger, and Big Red Wolf are also organizing their troops. They will set out to attack Yanchuan at night.

"Do you think those people will be discovered?"

Wang Zuogao felt a little worried and thought of the legends about the Stove King.

"Hahaha, Brother Wang, why are you thinking so much now? You are like a girl. I can't even think of this plan, and neither does the Kitchen King. Don't worry."

"If nothing else works, the city gate will not be opened and we will retreat, but we will only lose 300 people."

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(End of this chapter)