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

Chapter 123
Thousands of the eight thousand bandits were sent out, each carrying bowls and chopsticks held high, they approached Yanchuan County and stopped 50 meters away from Yanchuan County.

Wang Jiayin, Wang Ergao Yingxiang and three others were also among them. They were carrying large bowls with some gruel in them. Although the court had rules that when relieving victims, they should stick their chopsticks in them without falling over, but there were not many of them. What can be done is that there is not much food for relief in the first place. If you take some up and down, even less will come down. If you want to insert the chopsticks without falling over, the time that can be sustained will be shortened several times.

Right now, a bowl of water and half a bowl of porridge is pretty good.

"Brothers on the city wall, you must be tired. You haven't eaten yet!"

"Look at this white porridge. The imperial court sent Mr. Yang to save us. We can all eat this porridge!"

Wang Jiayin, Gao Yingxiang and others shouted towards the city wall.

They raised the bowls in their hands, then put them to their mouths, and started eating with a slurping sound. From time to time, they even raised them and shouted to the people on the city wall.

This made Liu Zhenhua smile for a while, "Art comes from reality."

Liu Zhenhua said with emotion that he had seen a scene like this in an episode of a TV series, called "A City Captured by Pork Stewed Vermicelli". At that time, it felt like a magical drama, but now, it feels like it was obviously shot more conservatively.

this is the truth.

If what was served outside was pork stewed with vermicelli, Liu Zhenhua felt that the people in the city would be restless for a while.

But these people came with these porridge and wanted the people in the city to surrender directly. I'm afraid it was unreasonable.

"Hahaha, these people are just like monkeys."

Some people pointed to the rebels outside the city and said.

"Who says it's not? What's in that little bowl? It looks like porridge to me. Can I handle a bowl of porridge?"

Some people said with a smile.

"Yes, after we guard this city wall, we can directly serve as militiamen! Then we will become heavenly soldiers. What we eat every day is white porridge, pickled mustard, tea leaves, eggs, and the preserved egg and lean meat porridge. These people take some white porridge, Isn’t this noisy?”

"Haha, it's reasonable, it's reasonable."

There was a burst of laughter on the city wall.

The laughter reached the ears of the rebels performing under the city wall, and they all looked astonished.

What do these people mean by laughing?

"Wang Tou, why do I feel that when we are looking at us from the opposite side, we don't want this white porridge? Why do we feel more like we are looking at monkeys?"

Wang Er always felt that something was wrong with the eyes of the people on the city wall.

The same is true for the two people behind Wang Hu and Wang Wang, but they don't get to speak here.

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Wang Jiayin also felt that they were like monkeys being watched. Those laughters were full of banter. Wang Jiayin was very sure that the laughter was exactly the same as when he came out to shout.

"That shouldn't be the case. Don't the people want it when they see these white porridges?"

Gao Yingxiang frowned. Even when they looted, they couldn't let everyone drink the white porridge. Now it is estimated that only the imperial court can come up with so much rice to relieve the people.

The people in Yanchuan County were unmoved by the white porridge, and even laughed at them.

"Don't worry about it, let's just shout. Let the brothers get their equipment tonight, and let's go tell the governor that we need to disband and return to the fields. We can't stay here anymore."

Wang Jiayin said.

Seeing this scene, Wang Jiayin was completely convinced that the court had only one way to go when facing the Stove King, and it was impossible to recruit him. The Stove King was too evil.

The people under the Kitchen King are also evil. Wang Jiayin can be sure that if the people on the city wall were him and his team, their morale would have been disorganized long ago.

Then open the city gate and let these imperial officers and soldiers enter the city.

"That's exactly what I mean."

Gao Yingxiang was also worried that the court would treat them as cannon fodder for the siege. Now the siege was a foregone conclusion. It only mattered how many days the court was willing to perform in front of these people.

Let others watch for a few days of fun.

Yang He stared at the city wall, listening to the movement on the wall and the annoying laughter.

He was puzzled and angry, why was he laughing again? Don't those people want the porridge when they see it?
Along the way, Yang He saw that the people were displaced. They didn’t even have wheat as their staple food. What they ate was almost all grass roots, tree bark, wheat bran, etc.

Now when the people see the white porridge, shouldn't they be in chaos and then Kaicheng surrender?

Even if the Kitchen King can transform into food, the food should be limited.

Only some people can eat the so-called white porridge and pickled mustard.

When the common people saw such a gap, they should directly rebel against the Stove King. Why did they burst into laughter?

"Then the Kitchen King won't allow all the people to eat porridge and pickled mustard, right?"

Suddenly, an idea came to Yang He's mind. He thought it was very possible. If not, why would the people burst into laughter.I think I am looking forward to the plum blossoms to quench my thirst, and my heart is looking forward to the food conjured by the Kitchen King.

"Come on!"

Yang He shouted, a soldier came forward, he gave instructions to the soldier, and the latter nodded in agreement.

Then he led several people and ran towards the city wall in large strides.

Liu Zhenhua observed with a telescope that these soldiers were wearing uniforms, but without armor.

"What else are you trying to do?"

Liu Zhenhua murmured, but the more tricks the other party played, the happier Liu Zhenhua would be, and the longer he wasted, the more excited Liu Zhenhua would be.

Every time he delays for a day, Liu Zhenhua will let these people know what it means to not see each other for a day is like three autumns.

I saw the five soldiers, without weapons, walking straight to the front of the city 30 meters away. They shouted in unison at the city wall.

“Fellow folks, don’t let that Kitchen King deceive you!”

"Although the Kitchen King has the ability to change food, he can only change a small amount of food. You and others will never be able to eat the Kitchen King's food."

they shouted.

Liu Zhenhua was happy and heart-wrenching, but the words of these soldiers also revealed a lot of information.

The court actually believed that he could conjure grain, otherwise these people would probably be shouting, 'The Stove King is fake and can't conjure grain'.

Now he is attacking the amount of grain that Liu Zhenhua can conjure. It seems that the high official sent by the imperial court believes that he can conjure grain, which means that Emperor Chongzhen also believes it.

"Oh? Why would these people believe it?"

Liu Zhenhua was puzzled that these people actually believed it directly, but they only thought that Liu Zhenhua could conjure some grains, but not much.

"Could it be that there are undercover agents sent by the imperial court?"

Liu Zhenhua looked at the people around him with suspicious expressions, but it didn't matter if there were undercovers. There were so many people under Liu Zhenhua, and two people who had been inserted couldn't tell them apart. The people around him couldn't be undercovers. That was before Liu Zhenhua made his fortune. Followed.

And Liu Zhenhua was very sure that the people around him would not be incited to rebel. He even felt that some undercover agents with weak minds would be corrupted after seeing him conjure food several times. After all, Liu Zhenhua could give them what the court could not give them.

Unless they are some dead soldiers.

The people on the city wall were happy. What they heard was that the Kitchen King could only conjure some food.

How could they believe this? Because the number of heavenly soldiers has been increasing these days, and no one has been deprived of food by the Kitchen King. Moreover, the Kitchen King can not only transform food, but also this super-large crossbow, and the steel bars in their hands. The sticks, the soldiers, crossbowmen, armor, and even the horses were all conjured by the Stove King.

Those things can be conjured. Who are you kidding if the Kitchen King can conjure only a little grain?

"Yes, the Kitchen King can only produce a little grain. Folks, please get out quickly," someone suddenly shouted from the wall.

The soldiers below did not even show joy after hearing this, but they heard a burst of laughter coming from the city wall.

"Are you going to fuck me, Li Laowu? Don't think that I don't know what your plans are. You don't even look at a pretty wife in the house. You just hang around the place where the Kitchen King is registered every day, waiting for the Kitchen King to recruit militiamen. I’m not afraid that my wife will be stolen.”

"Have we all left the city so that you can become a militiaman and then become a heavenly soldier?"

The people laughed and cursed.

There was another burst of laughter on the city wall.

"Haha, you guessed it right. Damn it, it's not easy to be a militiaman. If you can make me a militiaman, I can give you my wife," Li Laowu cursed and said with a smile.

"Oh! If I become a militiaman, I will have many wives, and those who propose marriage will be able to cross my threshold."

Someone spat and flew towards the city wall.

Although what he said was a bit exaggerated, it was also the current situation in the city. The Kitchen King took care of the food for the militiamen, and the militiamen still had the opportunity to become heavenly soldiers, but most of them were officials.

Now the Heavenly Soldiers in the city are very popular, and those who have daughters at home are keeping an eye on them. After all, the Kitchen King allows the Heavenly Soldiers to bring some food for the people in the family.

Which father-in-law or daughter wouldn't want to try that preserved egg, lean meat and green vegetable porridge.

The five soldiers under the city looked at the people on the wall in astonishment, what kind of heavenly soldiers and what kind of militia.

Why don't these people believe it? Do they really think those Kitchen Kings can feed so many people?
There is no way in the world that the Zhu family will be able to take over the throne. Hasn't it already belonged to the Kitchen King?

Why are these people so ignorant?

"Five soldiers, please surrender quickly. Maybe the Kitchen King can serve as a member of the militia for you. Then you will also have the opportunity to become heavenly soldiers and eat white porridge, pickled mustard, tea leaves and eggs."

Li Laowu shouted to the soldiers below.

The soldiers were stunned. The people on the walls obviously didn't believe it. They had no choice but to run back quickly to recover.

(End of this chapter)