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

Chapter 148 Only fools buy the roasted sweet potatoes here

"The governor, Mr. Yang He, is willing to pay five thousand taels of silver to ask for your help in suppressing the bandits."

Wang Jiayin, Gao Yingxiang and others suddenly frowned when they looked at the soldiers standing in the middle with their hands raised and talking.

It seems like it brought back some very bad memories.

"Five thousand taels of silver is indeed a lot," Wang Jiayin calculated in her mind, but thinking about the many magical features of the Stove King, as well as the strange burning fires, the screams and the stench of burning people, Wang Jiayin suddenly felt a little confused. shudder.

Gao Yingxiang already wanted to shake his head and refuse. This person was talking about suppressing bandits, but they were also bandits. They were essentially the same as the Kitchen King. There was no reason to kill each other.

Besides, the Kitchen King is so powerful that this is a pool of muddy water that cannot be crossed.

Wang Er was a little moved by the five thousand taels of silver. He knew that the Kitchen King was difficult to deal with, but that was a matter for his soldiers. They were only responsible for taking the five thousand taels of silver. It was the soldiers' responsibility to deal with the Kitchen King and fight in battle.

Looking at the expressions of the two people, Wang Jiayin pondered, "Let us think about it. In this way, you can stay here for now. I have sent someone to prepare some food and wine, and I will give you an answer tomorrow."

The soldier who sent the message couldn't walk when he heard the word "wine and food". He knew that the rebels were rich and could have a big meal during their routine business, so why not do it.

After the soldiers left, Wang Jiayin said slowly, "What do you think? Let's talk about it."

"Wang Tou, five thousand taels of silver, that's not a small amount of money. Many landlords don't have it at home."

Wang Er said hurriedly. He could see that Gao Yingxiang didn't want to deal with the Stove King, so he hurriedly spoke first.

Landowners in northern Shaanxi, or landowners in the entire north, basically have little money at home but plenty of land and food.

Therefore, five thousand taels of silver had to be robbed from the landowners in a county to get it together.

"Isn't Wang Tou afraid that the Kitchen King will be difficult to deal with?" Wang Er immediately said, "Look at this, how about you let me take three thousand men there and leave the money here."

Wang Er's abacus was very good. He led the troops and left all the operations to him. Although the money was said to be left with Wang Jiayin, due to emotions and reasons, Wang Jiayin had to give him a big share, at least 30%.

Gao Yingxiang frowned. He heard what Wang Er meant. He asked his men to die, and they received nothing but money. How was this different from the people in the fish and meat village?

Wang Jiayin did not reply, but turned to look at Gao Yingxiang.

"I think it's better to take the opportunity to help the Kitchen King, or simply join forces with the Kitchen King," Gao Yingxiang expressed his thoughts.

"Wang Tou, you also know that what the Kitchen King did was to defeat the imperial army. Even the governors of the three sides joined forces with the governor of Shanxi to encircle and suppress the four provinces, but the Kitchen King still won."

"There is news that two thousand fine cavalry descended from the sky, and magical soldiers appeared in the ravine."

"Two thousand cavalry," Gao Yingxiang pointed out two fingers. They moved around. Most of northern Shaanxi only had less than 200 cavalry.

Where did the Kitchen King get the two thousand cavalry?

So mysterious.

"Uniting with the Kitchen King, as long as we can overthrow the Ming Dynasty and restore peace to the world, there is no harm in living under the Kitchen King."

"That's a bad word."

Wang Er said, "I expressed my intention to unite with the Kitchen King before, but the Kitchen King was very arrogant and did not want to unite with me at all."

"This is a timely help, and I'm sure the Kitchen King won't refuse."

Gao Yingxiang and Wang Er argued.

Wang Jiayin frowned, the final decision-making power still rested with him, "It's hard to get this money."

After he opened his mouth, both of them closed their mouths and looked at Wang Jiayin.

"If you follow your idea and send three thousand people to take this money, if the court loses, we will definitely be hated by the Stove King."

Wang Jiayin looked at Wang Er.

"If we follow your wishes and unite with the Kitchen King, if the Kitchen King loses, the court will also liquidate us."

"Right now, we are being accommodated. We are not considered thieves. Sitting on the sidelines is obviously the best choice."

Yang He recruited them and placed them here, giving them money and food for food and accommodation every day.

There is no need to take risks and go to the table and place your bets.

"Let's handle this matter like this. We will tell the people sent by the governor tomorrow the news. We will not go into this muddy water."

Wang Jiayin made a decision.

Seeing that the leader had said this, Wang Er and Gao Yingxiang were naturally speechless, but Gao Yingxiang had other ideas in mind.

Wang Jiayin and Wang Er seemed to have forgotten why they turned against each other in the first place.

If you can't survive, you have to take your brothers to survive.

But now, something seems different.

Zhang Shusheng and Ji Saner also received the same news, but their reward was not that much, it was money plus food.

They had never faced off against the Stove King head-on, they had only heard about it from hearsay, but the temptation of money and food was enough to make them take action.

The two parties, one thousand and the other three thousand, rushed toward Yan'an.

The whole of northern Shaanxi seems to have become a gambling table. Yan'an and Yanchang are the decisive two sides.

At this time, there were also undercurrents surging in Yan'an City.

Because of the actions of a big family in the city.

He bought roasted sweet potatoes at the door. The east side of Yan'an City was filled with fragrance, and people came over smelling the smell.

Anyone familiar with the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes knows that the smell should spread more slowly in winter, but it cannot cover up the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

For the hungry ordinary people in Yan'an City, this is a fatal temptation.

The people of Yan'an City surrounded this street with water.

One by one, they cocked their heads and looked towards the door of the landlord's house.

Zhang He stroked his beard. His eyes were small and he looked shrewd and sinister. Coupled with his smile at this time, he looked like a complete villain.

"Master, it's done, it's done. Apart from anything else, these roasted sweet potatoes are so fragrant!"

"That is to say, the people in Yan'an are poor. There are many people watching but not much they can afford. If it were any other city, you would have been the richest man in the Ming Dynasty."

Butler Zhang Youliang bowed his body and gestured with his thumb. "Hahaha," Zhang He laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes when he heard this, "This is all thanks to the man who sold me the sweet potatoes."

A few days ago, someone came to him and said that there was a big business. At first, he didn't believe it until he ate the roasted sweet potatoes. They were extremely sweet and smelled great. He ate them in the front yard, and the concubine in the backyard smelled them. As soon as the taste came, he called me "Master, I want it too." After finishing the meal, he even said shyly that he still wanted it.

The most important thing is that the price that the man sold to him was extremely cheap. Food is expensive now, but sweet potatoes, a delicious and top-quality food ration, were so cheap. He immediately bought all the sweet potatoes.

"Everyone in the city who has some money will definitely want to stop eating these sweet potatoes. It would be a waste to eat them by yourself. If you buy them, you will definitely make a fortune."

The man's words still ring in his ears. There are still such good people in the world.

He told him how to make a fortune.

Yanchang in the east is the reincarnation of the Kitchen God, so in Zhang He's opinion, this person is the reincarnation of the God of Wealth.

Zhang He watched this scene with a smile. He had sold half of the sweet potatoes he bought in one day, and he made a lot of money.

Suddenly, he noticed that the crowd was a little commotion, and then, the crowded crowd began to gradually disperse from the back.

If you look closely, you can see that this crowded crowd is starting to disperse point by point.

In the middle of this point, there is always a person who looks mysterious to the people around him and says roughly the same thing.

"These sweet potatoes are too expensive for the landlord to buy. Whoever sells them will get the most of them."

"Why?"

People around were busy asking questions, watching the excitement and gossiping, which are habits engraved in the bones of the Chinese people since ancient times.

Right now, they smelled the amazing fragrance of the sweet potato, and they knew it was worth a lot just by smelling it.

Now some people actually say that it is expensive.

"Oh, a roasted sweet potato costs 200 yuan. Only a fool would buy it. Why do you say it is expensive? Because these sweet potatoes are what the people under the Kitchen King's rule are tired of eating."

The man spoke passionately.

"Tch, just blow it. This roasted sweet potato smells better than meat. How can the Kitchen King's people get tired of eating it? I don't think everyone who comes out of Yanchang is a fat man."

Someone in the crowd immediately retorted, but the timing of that statement was indeed a coincidence, but at the moment everyone was focused on this gossip, and no one thought about it.

"Haha, I'm not bragging. You know, these sweet potatoes are also grown in the ground. Do you know how many sweet potatoes can be produced from one acre of land?"

His expression and tone were extremely exaggerated, but this was the good thing about the people. Everyone's emotions were aroused, and they all stared at the man with their heads raised.

"How many?"

"Fifteen stone!"

The man spread his hands and then held his feet in a funny manner, "My hands are not enough."

The people around were shocked. One acre of land cost fifteen dan, and one acre of land was equivalent to fifteen acres.

Who believes this.

"Moreover, after planting these sweet potatoes, you basically don't need to water or fertilize them. You can harvest a crop in just over three to four months."

"The most important thing is that the leaves of this sweet potato can also be eaten. It is a good dish when fried. After calculation, one acre of land can be eaten by sixteen stones. It takes three days to plant it once a year. Months, one acre of land is enough to feed the whole family for a year or two. If this family has two more acres of land, hey, even in such a disaster year, there will be no shortage of food."

The man pointed at the sky, shook his head and said.

"Bragging, you just say it so nicely."

Someone suddenly spoke out what some people were thinking.

"What he said is true," suddenly, someone in the crowd said, everyone looked over and saw that man slowly saying, "The Kitchen King has said these days that anyone who surrenders to the Kitchen King will Divide grain and divide fields, you all know this."

He said.

The factual words caused everyone to nod.

"What does this have to do with those sweet potatoes?"

"Don't worry, the Kitchen King also said that as long as you go there, you will be given an acre of seeds. If you plant them now, next spring, hey, there will be more sweet potatoes for the family to eat."

The man said with a smile.

"You two are not asking for help, are you saying so well?"

The person who interrupted and sang the naysayer before did not wait for the reaction of the people around him and retorted. This once again made some people follow the train of thought.

"Haha, who asked me to give birth to a son without an asshole? I won't tell you anymore. I'm going to leave the city quickly. If the officials find out that there are too many people leaving the city in the future and don't let them leave the city, you will be dumbfounded. You are here I'm waiting to starve to death. I've already planted green sweet potato seedlings, and I'll be eating delicious roasted sweet potatoes in March and April next year."

With that said, the man turned around and walked towards the outside of the crowd. The scent of sweet potatoes wafting from the distance could not make him linger at all.

The face of the person who interrupted him changed, and then he looked around. Everyone looked at him, "Tsk, tsk, look, I've been exposed, I don't dare to stay here anymore, um, there's something going on at home, my grandma is going to give birth. Alright, I’m going home first.”

As he said that, he quickly pushed aside the crowd and walked outside, "Sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes."

Someone vaguely heard him mumbling.

This caused everyone to laugh, but as they laughed, they found that there were fewer and fewer people around.

The smell of roasted sweet potatoes on the street is still there, even getting stronger, but there are no crowds coming this way.

Some people who were coming this way turned around when they saw everyone. After some questioning, they learned something that was a little unbelievable, but they dared not believe it. The Kitchen King distributed food and divided the fields, and now he has begun to divide the land. Fragrant sweet potato seeds.

One acre of land can actually produce fifteen stones. Only a fool would eat the sweet potatoes that cost 200 yuan a piece in the landlord's house.

When it was passed down later, it became like, when the landlord purchased the sweet potato, it cost two cents a piece, but sold it for two hundred cents. Why was it so cheap? He bought it from Zao Wang, Yanchuan Yanchang, and the sweet potato field cost thirty shi per acre. There are so many of them that they are as cheap as soil, and they are everywhere. When Yanchuan Yanchang arrived, no one even picked up the sweet potatoes when they fell on the ground.

Now I can still harvest sweet potato seeds from an acre of land. If I go too late, I will be dragged by the governor to fight against the Kitchen King. If he dies in battle, he will only be given one stone of food. Hey, the Kitchen King will only give you one acre of sweet potatoes. Four Thirty kilograms worth of sweet potatoes can be grown in a month. Even a fool can do this business.

Zhang He looked at the gradually deserted streets and his face was filled with astonishment. The most important thing is that his mother came back with sweet potatoes and said she wanted to return them. Looking at the half-eaten roasted sweet potatoes, Zhang He suddenly cursed, After eating all the food and still wanting to withdraw, the man actually said that he was cheating and wanted to sue the government.

Zhang He was not used to it and said, "If you want to sue, just go ahead and sue." ’ Then he sent his servants to drive the man away.

During this time, the people of Yan'an City ran outside one after another. The population of Yan'an City was lost in large numbers. The soldiers guarding the city gate were very puzzled as to what happened to these people. They did not think about other aspects. They only thought that it was because of the officials. The master stopped making porridge, and the common people became refugees, so they did not report this matter. After all, the common people in the city became refugees, and the officials were upset when they heard it. The officials didn’t care, they were the gatekeepers. What are you doing? If you were beaten severely after reporting the matter, wouldn't you be making yourself miserable?

Within a few days, 20% of the people in Yan'an City had fled, and this number continued to increase.

(End of this chapter)