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

Chapter 17 Shijiazhuang

"It would be a shame not to be a storyteller."

Liu Zhenhua was picking up the food, and Yang Lichao's words were full of emotion, which attracted him.

He didn't say that Liu Zhenhua hadn't realized how awesome he was yet.

Feeling the adoring gazes of the two women, Liu Zhenhua felt very happy. It felt good to be seen as a saint in front of others, and this feeling of being 'showed as a saint in front of others' was even more satisfying.

Everyone walked northwest. Perhaps they were lucky and did not encounter horse bandits for four consecutive days.

We did see a lot of victims, and after some deception, Liu Zhenhua's men expanded to 50 people.

The reputation in his hand has reached 150 points. In one day, Liu Zhenhua will be able to increase the number of reputation meals he obtains in a single day.

"Where is this?"

Liu Zhenhua squinted his eyes and looked forward, seeing some dilapidated houses, and there was obviously a small village in front of him.

Before time travel, he had hardly traveled far since he was a child. The farthest he went was to attend college in a provincial capital city two hundred kilometers away from his hometown.

If he wasn't afraid that his deeds would reach the ears of the imperial court before he became powerful, and he would be arrested, Liu Zhenhua would even want to stay in Tianjin City and develop where he is.

"Master, this is Shijiazhuang, Huolu County. I passed by here and asked the villagers here," Zhao Shicheng stepped forward and said.

"Shijiazhuang?"

Liu Zhenhua was stunned. Was this place Shijiazhuang in the Ming Dynasty?During this period, the name was not changed.

He looked at the small village in front of him, which seemed to have only a dozen households. It was hard to imagine that Shijiazhuang, the capital of Hebei Province, was so small during the Ming Dynasty.

"Let's go and see the village."

As long as his current reputation is refreshed after twelve o'clock in the evening, he can break through the two hundred mark and refresh the maximum limit of reputation meals.

Like a chicken and an egg, Liu Zhenhua's reputation will be gained faster and faster.

Just when Liu Zhenhua was about to burst into laughter, he thought that he was still the Kitchen God. The Kitchen God couldn't laugh like this, only the King of Hell was like this.

It was dinner time, but there was no smoke rising from any house in the village.

No one was even seen walking out of the room. If Zhao Shicheng hadn't told Liu Zhenhua that there were people passing by here not long ago, Liu Zhenhua would have thought this was a deserted village.

Everyone walked forward and soon arrived in front of a house at the entrance of the village.

"anyone there?"

Ren Zhuohuo stood outside the door and shouted.

The sound of tables and chairs being pulled could be heard in the room.

Liu Zhenhua felt a lot of prying eyes, and their arrival gave the seemingly lifeless village a little more vitality.

"Who?"

Shi Dalang asked nervously, looking out through the crack in the door. A group of people were gathered outside, some with sticks in their hands.

If he wasn't afraid that these people would just break down the door and come in, he would have wanted to hide until these people left.

The current world is not peaceful.

"Well, our young master came from Tianjin and is going back to Shaanxi. He wants to see if he can recruit some people as servants in your village."

General Ren Zhuohuo had already discussed the wording. Now that there is a severe drought in the north, these farmers cannot cultivate their land.

Either flee, or stay at home.

There should be many people willing to recruit servants to wealthy families.

"Master, servant?"

Shi Dalang looked at these people. The one in the middle with a rosy complexion and a handsome face must be the young master. No wonder the people around him were holding sticks. The faces of these people holding sticks were also very good, and they looked like they were not hungry.

After noticing this, Shi Dalang believed it. He opened the door, raised his hands to Ren Zhuoyue and said, "Sir, if you want to recruit some servants, I can call the village chief for you."

"No need to shout, I'm here." Before he finished speaking, an old voice sounded.

Everyone looked back and immediately tightened their grip on the steel bars in their hands.

Thirty or forty villagers behind them were walking towards us with sticks, hoes and sticks.

"Don't be nervous," Liu Zhenhua said softly. These people were afraid that they thought they were some kind of gangsters.

Sure enough, the slightly hunched old man standing in the center signaled the surrounding villagers to put down their weapons.

Shi Dalang took his wife and children out of the room and stood together with the villagers.

The two parties looked at each other.

"I am the village chief of Shijiazhuang," the old man looked at Liu Zhenhua, as if he was looking for something.

"Old village chief."

Ren Zhuozhou bowed.

"You guys want to recruit strong men?"

The old village chief asked directly.

"Yes, we are recruiting servants, not old or weak, one meal a day, no wages at the moment, and they have to accompany my young master to Shaanxi," Ren Zhuo said about the treatment and requirements.

When they heard that the food manager had no money and wanted to go to Shaanxi, the villagers suddenly became agitated.

There were very few single households among them, and they all had wives, children, and young children. How could they possibly follow Liu Zhenhua to Shaanxi.

What's more, there is no salary, and there is nothing except taking care of the food. Isn't this working in vain and leaving nothing behind?Although food is in short supply now, it is not at the end of the road. It is estimated that these people will not be able to eat well.

What's the picture?

"Are any of you willing to follow this young master?"

The village chief asked. These people seemed not to be trifled with. They were all holding iron rods. The village chief didn't want to offend them.

The villagers behind me whispered to each other for a while, who would do this kind of loss-making business? Maybe the few single households in the village would follow.

After some fuss, the village chief looked at Ren Zhuozhou and said, "It seems that no one in our village is willing to be a servant."

Ren Zhuoyue looked a little regretful, "Okay then."

"Let's go," Liu Zhenhua said. He stayed here just to see if he could recruit some people. After all, it was already evening. If he recruited people at this time, he could also enjoy a wave of reputation points that would be refreshed in the early morning of the next day.

But now no one in the village is willing to follow them, and there is no point in staying here.

Sleeping in the wilderness in the middle of summer didn't have any impact. This was how they came here for so many days.

It won't rain, and there are no mosquitoes. It's very refreshing, except that the bed is a bit hard.

Liu Zhenhua and his group turned around and left. The villagers behind watched these people leave.

"Village chief, these people have no luggage, and they still claim to be able to take care of the food?"

someone said, others echoed.

"It seems that none of them are hungry. Their luggage should have been placed far away," the village chief shook his head, "They have all dispersed."

The world is not peaceful at the moment, and they don't have much food left, so they probably won't be able to survive for long. They have no choice but to take it one step at a time, for there is no way it will rain in a few days.

As the sun gradually set, Liu Zhenhua and others stopped to rest before they had gone far.

Everyone just sat down in twos and threes.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of horse hoofbeats. Everyone looked in the direction where the sound of horse hoofbeats came from. It was dark and it was difficult to see clearly. They vaguely saw six or seven people on horseback parked at the end of the previous village, followed by more than a dozen people.

"Horse bandits?"

(End of this chapter)