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

Chapter 122 Be the Emperor

Liu Zhenhua looked at the bearded man walking slowly in front of the city wall. Judging from the man's clothes, he was a rebel, and he was probably the one who was recruited.

The surrounding Heavenly Soldiers and the Xiang Yong on the city wall all knew that this man came here to shout something, so they all showed joking expressions to see what this man would say.

Wang Jiayin walked slowly, and he was shocked by all the unusual things he saw.

The first is this tall city wall. The wall is estimated to be two feet high. Can such a wall be captured by the Kitchen King?
So how useless is Yanchuan County's defense?

Moreover, what is painted on this city wall and why is it such a color? In all his life, he has never seen such a city wall.

Then he saw the young man standing behind the central battlement, "Isn't this man the Kitchen King?"

The man looked too young, not like the Stove King, but more like the Stove King's son, but what made Wang Jiayin feel numb was the huge arrow that popped out from the man's side.

The arrow flashed with a cold light. Wang Jiayin felt that the thing was as big as his head. If the arrow hit him, he would probably get it in pieces.

"Why does the Kitchen King have such a powerful weapon? Did he get it after capturing Yanchuan County? But if Yanchuan had such weapons, how could it be captured by the Kitchen King?"

With such a powerful weapon for fortifying the city, can the Stove King, with this kind of city and weapons, and the 3000 people from the court, together with their troops, totaling tens of thousands of people, be able to take down this city wall?

Wang Jiayin didn't have any confidence in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly realized what a ridiculous idea it was to go south and capture the Kitchen King.

Just relying on this dangerous city wall, he couldn't do anything against the Kitchen King. He was not the court, so he couldn't use this heart-attacking strategy.

"Ahem, the one on the city wall is the Kitchen King!"

Wang Jiayin put his hands on his mouth to make a trumpet shape, trying to make his voice as loud as possible.

"Who are you?"

Liu Zhenhua stared at this man, wondering which rebel army in the late Ming Dynasty he was.

"This is Wang Jiayin."

The person who could ask this question must be the Stove King. Wang Jiayin was surprised by the Stove King's age and appearance, which were quite inconsistent with the Stove King he imagined.

"Oh, that's amazing."

This Wang Jiayin is very awesome. After the peasant uprising in the late Ming Dynasty, the leaders Gao Yingxiang, Li Zicheng, Zhang Xianzhong, Wang Ziyong, etc. were all Wang Jiayin's subordinates in their early years.

"Oh, it turns out it's Wang Haohan. What, is Wang Haohan going to be the lackey of the traitor?"

Liu Zhenhua looked at Wang Jiayin below the city with a joking expression on his lips.

What he said shocked Wang Jiayin, a lackey of the rebels?Who are the rebels?Is the rebel against the imperial court?

"Kitchen King," Wang Jiayin didn't care about the word lackey. He cupped his hands and said to Liu Zhenhua, "King Stove, the imperial court sent a governor to control the disasters in Shaanxi and rescue the victims of disasters in Shaanxi. We were all people digging in the soil. The imperial court is willing to help us, so we will naturally submit to the imperial court, why should we talk about being a lackey?"

"Right now, the imperial court promises that if the Kitchen King is willing to open the city and surrender, and accept the recruitment, the Kitchen King can join the court as an official, and he will be exempted from the death penalty. He can reach the fourth rank and reach the sky in one step!"

Wang Jiayin told the benefits that Yang He had promised to the Stove King. Just the fourth rank official was enough to make Wang Jiayin's heart flutter. Fourth rank, that was fourth rank.

The people around were talking about it.

"Fourth-grade official, what kind of official is that?"

They don't know what the concept of fourth grade is.

"Haha, let me tell you this, our former county magistrate was only a fifth-rank official, and these fourth-rank officials are almost all provincial Taoist officials, big shots that we have never seen before."

Someone knew something about the fourth grade and said to the people around him.

"Such a big official?" The man was obviously frightened.

"Big bird, sooner or later the world belongs to the Stove King. How come this fourth-rank official still wants the Stove King to be the lackey of the court? Then it's like that the emperor is willing to give the Stove King the dragon chair under his butt."

"Haha, yes, the world belongs to the Kitchen King from now on. The fourth grade or something is equivalent to giving the Kitchen King a province at most. This is something I have the nerve to mention. It is as funny as the porridge shed."

Someone said, causing the people around to snicker.

"The imperial court has really spent a lot of money," Liu Zhenhua said with a smile, "ah, opening a porridge shed and giving me a seat as a fourth-rank official."

He turned to look at the people and heavenly soldiers on both sides.

Everyone immediately understood, and their original snickers turned into loud laughter, and the laughter was full of contempt.

Wang Jiayin looked stunned, why was he laughing? Is the fourth-grade officer still young?
Moreover, why were these people on the city wall unmoved in the face of the porridge shacks opened outside, nor in the face of the threat of tens of thousands of troops from the imperial court and the temptation to recruit people, but instead followed the Kitchen King and made such a contemptuous mockery? Voice.

Yang He heard the faint laughter coming from the city wall. He frowned, wondering what the situation was over there.

"Oh? Are you laughing because you think what I said is wrong? Then you guys, tell me, what official position should the court give me?"

Liu Zhenhua asked with a smile behind his hands.

What is this, a pregame trash-talking session.

He was sure that the other party wanted to recruit him and was reluctant to take action. "Your Majesty! At the very least, you must give the Kitchen God the honor of being an emperor."

"Yes, the Kitchen King should at least be the emperor!"

"Be the emperor!"

The heavenly soldiers raised their hands and shouted.

The common people listened to the uniform calls of the heavenly soldiers and joined in after finding the rhythm.

"Be the emperor! Be the emperor!"

The people on the city wall all shouted, and the sound waves hit the eardrums of Wang Jiayin who was standing in front of the city wall.

He did not expect that these people would be so united and support the Kitchen King on the throne. Who doesn't want to be the emperor, but who has so many subordinates who are willing to support him to become the emperor.

No wonder the Kitchen King is unwavering towards the fourth-grade officials. It turns out that the Kitchen King has such great ambitions.

Wang Jiayin had a vague feeling in her heart that the court's plan to peacefully recruit the Kitchen King would come to nothing. The Kitchen King's ambitions reached directly to the capital and the palace.

What he wants is to put on the dragon robe and sit on the dragon chair.

This time, the people's shouts clearly reached the ears of the three officials present.

"This thief!"

Yang He pointed at Yan'an County in the distance with trembling fingers. He almost spit out a mouthful of blood when he heard the cheers of the people. When he became the emperor, that traitor had such great ambitions!

Moreover, the soldiers under this thief actually supported this thief so much.

"Governor, I feel that this thief will not shed tears until he sees the coffin. If he wants to be peacefully recruited, he may not be able to reach the sky." Hong Chengchou listened to the cheers in the distance. Although he was angry, he knew that this was also an opportunity, so he took the opportunity. He raised his hand and said, "It's better to prepare directly, build siege equipment, and capture Yanchuan."

Du Wenhuan thought the same thing, but he didn't say it out loud. Instead, he stared at Yang He to see how Yang He would react.

Yang He frowned. He still hoped to recruit people first. His strategy had not yet been implemented. "Those soldiers who shouted to support the thief must be the thief's confidants. The brave people around us are the key to our victory."

"Don't always think about killing, use some strategies," Yang He said in a nonchalant manner. He could tell that Hong Chengchou seemed to have some objections to his strategies, so he said these words to beat the latter. .

Hong Chengchou was displeased and his face became even more gloomy. He could barely write the words "I'm unhappy" on his face.

This man is very strange. You could say he is a loyal minister. He finally surrendered to the Qing Dynasty after the Battle of Songjin, and was highly valued by Huang Taiji. He adopted the strategy of "focusing on pacifying and suppressing as a supplement" to achieve the goal at a lower cost. After pacifying Jiangnan, he also proposed to let the Manchus learn Han culture.

You could say he was not a loyal minister. After he was first captured, he went on a hunger strike for several days and refused to surrender.Huang Taiji sent all the people he could use to persuade him to surrender, but they were all scolded and turned back.

"Hey, those people are probably deceived by the Kitchen King. If they follow the governor's plan and give porridge for two days, those people will probably wake up a lot. Even if they still follow the Kitchen King, they will still have dissatisfaction in their hearts. By then, they will attack the city. It will be a lot easier.”

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Du Wenhuan quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

Yang He then turned his attention away from Hong Chengchou, "Just give porridge here for two days. If the Kitchen King still refuses to surrender, then attack the city directly!"

The porridge has begun to cook, and the aroma of the porridge is coming out. The people on the city wall have not yet been tempted, but the rebels who are following are a little unable to hold back.

Although they were plundering everywhere and eating well, they had been following the government these days, and the food was not as good as before. If they hadn't lived a more peaceful life now, they would have wanted to go back to the days of plundering. .

"Gao Ji, what's going on up front? How's Wang Tou doing?"

Wang Er stared ahead. They were behind the officers and soldiers of the imperial court, wondering what was happening in front.

"Wang Tou is smart, so there should be nothing wrong with him."

"Then when will these porridge shacks in the imperial court allow us to eat?"

Wang Er then asked.

"Don't be anxious, it will always be given to us. They are counting on us to put on a good show with them."

Gao Yingxiang saw it thoroughly. They were the protagonists in this scene and they had to perform as well as possible.

Under the city wall, Wang Jiayin knew that the advice was useless, so he could only go back in despair, with the image of the Kitchen King in his mind and the crossbow arrows flashing with cold light.

It gave him a chill down his back.

"It seems that I have to make plans as soon as possible."

Wang Jiayin thought in his mind that he had brought his brothers here, but he felt that he couldn't fight in order to get a part-time official position.

But right now, the Kitchen King would rather die than surrender. When the time comes, he will definitely attack the city, and their brothers may be directly sent out as cannon fodder.

Therefore, Wang Jiayin decided to use an excuse to disband and return to the fields tomorrow, and take his brothers away from here to continue to wait and see. If the court fails, they will continue to be rebels. If the court succeeds and the Kitchen King is captured, they will still be honest farmers. Wait for relief.

After all, a fortified weapon like the Kitchen King had been breached. If it were them, even if there were many people, they would not be able to benefit, and they would end up being wiped out.

He Gao Yingxiang's guess was correct. Soon, the soldiers of the imperial court began to give porridge, and they were about to start acting in cooperation with the imperial court.

(End of this chapter)