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

Chapter 200 Two Women

After Liu Zhenhua came out of Yanchang, he led his troops south to Yichuan, a small county town. As soon as Liu Zhenhua's army appeared and the reputation of Kitchen King spread, he opened the city and surrendered.

Going southeast from Yichuan is Hancheng.

Liu Zhenhua can already see the Yellow River from a distance.

"Kitchen King, some more refugees are coming from a distance, about forty people."

Yang Lichao came on a fast horse, and Zhang Heizi's reconnaissance team was stationed at the border of Shanxi, Shaanxi, and the Fucheng area of ​​Xi'an.

What they were on guard against were the soldiers and horses from the imperial court or the border towns of Fucheng. Therefore, on the road ahead for Liu Zhenhua, it was the cavalry who took the lead in exploring the way.

This is already the seventh wave of refugees Liu Zhenhua has encountered.

The total number gradually added up to more than 400 people.

"Bring them here and take a look," Liu Zhenhua looked at the refugees who were in trouble in the distance. Among the seven waves of refugees, they usually came because of his reputation as Kitchen King.

Although there may be assassins sent by the imperial court inside, but even if there are, the number of people is too small to cause any trouble.

Everyone immediately knelt on the ground. This man must be the legendary Kitchen King.

"Someone will arrange this matter after it is extended," Liu Zhenhua declined the old man's kindness.

The value of soldiers lies in the quality, not the quantity. Historically, Gao Yingxiang's army of hundreds of thousands was smashed to pieces by the tens of thousands of soldiers and horses sent by the imperial court, which is a good proof of this.

Those strong and mighty heavenly soldiers and generals who killed the imperial court were once weak peasant men like them.

Judging by their accents, these people are probably from Henan.

There were more than 40 men, women, and even old people and children. This surprised Liu Zhenhua. After all, old people and children were rarely seen among the refugee groups in the past. They were basically young and strong. Those on horses were seen. Liu Zhenhua.

The leader, the old man, was helped up by Yang Lichao. This man was obviously the oldest person in the refugee group.

Hearing this, the men who rolled up their sleeves were obviously a little disappointed.

When he stood up, everyone around him also stood up.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, several young men pushed some girls out with smiles on their faces.

The old man pointed at the young man behind him.

"The Stove King is really as good as I heard."

Liu Zhenhua asked.

The old man said quickly, seeming to feel the kindness of the Stove King, but the old man did not shy away from Liu Zhenhua's gaze.

Liu Zhenhua leaned down slightly and said.

"Yes, we are both from Henan."

Now that they heard Liu Zhenhua say that he could not join the teammates of Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, they were inevitably a little disappointed.

When it spread to Henan, the Kitchen King was like Ting, sending blessings and fortune from heaven, and he was truly a savior on earth.

"Thank you, Stove King," the old man suddenly burst into tears. It was worth it that they left their hometown and came here.

After meeting Liu Zhenhua, the orphans all wanted to become Liu Zhenhua's subordinates and become a member of the heavenly soldiers and generals.

"Kitchen King, we have a way to repay you for your great kindness. Look, we men are all farmers, and we have a lot of strength."

Unexpectedly, the old man pointed behind him again: "Kitchen King, look at us girls, we are good at washing and cooking, and some of them are as big as millstones. There is still not much to eat. If we eat There are so many, that asshole can definitely give birth to several."

"Are you from Henan?"

Now we are close to Hancheng, crossing the Yellow River to the south is the boundary of Henan.

Along with the legend of the Kitchen King, the legend of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals under the Kitchen King spread to Henan.

Those people also stepped forward to knit their sleeves very cooperatively, exposing their slightly fleshy arms. They didn't eat well, and even if they worked hard every day, they wouldn't have much flesh.

It was impossible for him to take this group of people with him on the march.

Most of these refugees were sent to Yanchang, Yan'an and other places by Liu Zhenhua.

His cloudy eyes were filled with excitement. After all, in ancient times, as long as a message spread further, the gap between it and the reality would become wider and wider.

Liu Zhenhua originally thought that nothing would happen to these refugees and planned to send two militiamen to lead them towards Yanchang.

"I am going to Henan to save more villagers and elders, and give you some food. When you are tired, you can go north. When you get to Yanchang County, someone will arrange it for you."

Liu Zhenhua naturally knows how high the cohesion of his men is.

There would not be as many dead soldiers working for the court as imagined. If Emperor Chongzhen had that kind of skill, the Ming Dynasty would not have perished so quickly due to external and internal troubles.

Now being able to communicate with the Stove King face to face is simply a blessing that Old Man Zhang has cultivated for several lifetimes. Maybe the ancestral graves in his hometown are already smoking.

The old man showed a simple smile and spoke with a Henan accent.

Become part of the development of towns and villages around Yan'an, or directly open up wasteland and build villages.

The local warriors recruited did not have time to train. Not only would they easily slow down the army during the march, but they might even slow down the team during a fight.

On the way, Liu Zhenhua did not plan to recruit rural warriors or militiamen.

"Folks, get up quickly," Liu Zhenhua said cheerfully.

More than forty people were brought to Liu Zhenhua by Yang Lichao. The surrounding heavenly soldiers watched curiously.

"Okay," the old man didn't have much emotion.

The girls had reserved and shy faces, and occasionally some bold ones looked at Liu Zhenhua with curious and passionate eyes.

They originally thought that the legendary Kitchen King would be a majestic middle-aged man, but they did not expect that he would be such a handsome young man.

If they could be favored by the Kitchen King and stay with him, they would be willing to enjoy the glory and wealth and eat the legendary delicacies.

Liu Zhenhua looked at these women curiously. He wanted to see if the old man was boasting.

At this glance, he really saw the two of them. Although they were wearing loose linen clothes, their amazing talents were still difficult to hide.

The exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio is still in the context of loose robes. It would be even more shocking if it were worn with a corset.

Liu Zhenhua could only sigh in his heart. Sure enough, hard work is worthless in the face of talent. When he saw some female Internet celebrities on the Internet who had no trace of training but still had an exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio, Liu Zhenhua could blame it on the fake hip corset. Plus waist slimming and beauty technology.

But in this situation, I can only say that his talent is awesome.

"Just take it with you to extend it," Liu Zhenhua said with a smile. After conquering the world, he will have plenty of time to enjoy.

He had not touched women for many years, and nothing had happened to him. Now that his great career has not been accomplished, there is no need to waste his energy on women.

"Kitchen King, we are willing to stay by your side to serve you tea and water, and rub your shoulders and feet." When the women heard this, a look of disappointment suddenly flashed in their eyes. Seeing that the Kitchen King had a gentle temper, they were also brave. said, wanting to fight for it.

"Yes, Stove King, please stay with us."

Another woman said that these people looked young, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old.

In ancient times, it was considered the age to get married, and most of them looked like village women.

Now that there is an opportunity to change their destiny, they are not stupid and they strive for it one by one.

Liu Zhenhua heard that he did not take any of his maids from Yan'an with him, "In that case, I will leave two of them with me."

Liu Zhenhua's words made the old man look happy, he finally helped the Stove King. The surrounding farm men looked envious and followed the Kitchen King. This was like the smoke coming out of the ancestral graves, which directly changed their fate. If you could be blessed by the Stove King, you would be even luckier than being blessed by the emperor after entering the palace.

The girls looked excited and knelt on the ground one by one, "Thank you Stove King."

Then one by one they raised their heads, or pulled their hair twice, or wiped their faces twice.

Only the two women with outstanding talents looked at Liu Zhenhua cautiously.

Liu Zhenhua sighed in his heart. In modern terms, these two people might be green tea.

"Just you two."

Liu Zhenhua pointed at two women who looked a little shy.

The girls around looked in the direction of Liu Zhenhua's finger. Although they felt a little regretful, when they saw the figures of the two women clearly, they were speechless.

This is incomparable.

No matter what the Kitchen King is, he is still a man.

Not bad for those two mouths.

The army approached outside Hancheng. The head of the Hancheng County magistrate was hung on the city gate. The city gate was wide open, and a group of hungry people in ragged clothes knelt on the ground to welcome Liu Zhenhua's arrival.

Liu Zhenhua successfully entered the county government office. The two women knelt on the ground, put on new clothes, and after dressing up, a look of surprise appeared in Liu Zhenhua's eyes.

These two people can be said to be the most beautiful and modern people he has met since he came to this era.

Although the skin is not that white, it is as smooth as topaz. The small face is delicate and the almond-shaped eyes are round. She is smart but also a bit weak.

Liu Zhenhua was surprised that these two women could live among the people. He originally thought that beautiful women in ancient times would be dragged into the palace to become concubines.

"It can't be a spy sent by the imperial court, right?" Thinking of the palace, Liu Zhenhua thought of Emperor Chongzhen. When he thought of Emperor Chongzhen, Liu Zhenhua thought of spies.

These two women were so good-looking that Liu Zhenhua couldn't help but think about this aspect.

But think about it again, these two people are from the same village as those people.

There should be no problem.

Besides, he wasn't afraid of assassins' assassinations, and there was no chance of poisoning him. Everything he usually ate and drank was conjured up.

"what name."

Liu Zhenhua asked.

"Reply to the Kitchen King, daughter Cuilan."

"Reply to the Kitchen King, the daughter of the people, Cui Ju."

Emerald and Aster are twins, and they are very consistent with the rules of naming in rural areas.

"How old are you this year?"

"Returning to the Kitchen King, the daughter and sister are both sixteen."

Sister Cuilan, who seemed to be a little more talkative, said.

"Sixteen years old, so well developed, small branches bear fruit," Liu Zhenhua couldn't help but sigh.

"You can just stand on the left and right on weekdays," Liu Zhenhua said. After what happened with the assassin last time, Liu Zhenhua was more or less cautious.

They would never dare to let these two people pinch their legs and beat their backs. Although it was impossible for the other party to get close with weapons, what if there was a legendary martial arts master who crushed him to death with one hand.

Regarding traditional Chinese martial arts, Liu Zhenhua still believes that it is real.

"Yes."

The two responded sweetly.

"King Stove, here is the letter brought by the soldiers outside the door," Zhang Liang said while standing outside the door with his head bowed and a letter in his hand.

"Oh? Submit it."

Liu Zhenhua said, Zhang Liang walked around the two women kneeling on the ground and came to Liu Zhenhua without looking away.

He handed the letter in his hand to Liu Zhenhua.

Liu Zhenhua tore open the envelope, glanced at it briefly, and then threw the envelope on the table. The letter was written by Geng Zhangguang.

One of his Maxims was stolen. When Gao Yingxiang and three others joined his team, Wang Jiayin and Wang Er thought of stealing a Maxim machine gun, but gave up before they started.

Now that the Maxim machine gun was stolen, Liu Zhenhua guessed that it was the work of the imperial court. After all, other rogue forces probably did not have the courage.

This is not a big deal, it is just a Maxim machine gun, and it is a Maxim machine gun without bullets.

Liu Zhenhua has always implemented a system of separation of guns and ammunition. There are two people in a machine gun team, not just because two people need to operate the Maxim machine gun at the same time.

It is to let one person hold the machine gun and the other person hold the bullet.

Geng Zhangguang said in his letter that the only thing stolen was the Maxim machine gun.

Liu Zhenhua had fully anticipated this situation.

After all, in his team, only a few officials and those who operated the Maxim machine gun knew that a Maxim machine gun must have bullets if it wants to kill people.

With the industrial level of the Ming Dynasty and even the entire world now, even if you have a Maxim machine gun, you cannot produce matching bullets, let alone imitate the Maxim machine gun.

"If the magic weapon is lost and you are at fault, you will be punished with three months of salary loss. The same goes for those who guard the Maxim machine guns."

Liu Zhenhua wrote this line of writing.

It’s not a big deal, but a poor guard is a poor guard.

There still have to be necessary punishments.

Such a punishment is not serious, even for his soldiers.

After all, whether they are heavenly soldiers, militiamen, or local braves, as long as they are under Liu Zhenhua, they are usually in charge of the food.

It's just that the food is different.

Even if they were fined for three months' salary, it would not affect the lives of these soldiers too much.

"Send this letter to General Geng," Liu Zhenhua said, holding the letter.

Zhang Liang nodded, took two steps forward, took the envelope, and walked out of the county government office.

"I don't know what Emperor Chongzhen would look like looking at the so-called Maxim heavy machine gun next to him." Liu Zhenhua couldn't help but think that the other party would probably rack his brains to figure out how to operate this thing.

Why can a mortal have the strength to rival thousands of armies?

However, I am afraid that even Emperor Chongzhen, the civil and military officials, and even all the craftsmen of the Ming Dynasty would not be able to figure it out. This thing still needs bullets.

You must know that Liu Zhenhua's machine gunners are basically selected from people he absolutely trusts.

There is absolutely no possibility of a spy.

(End of this chapter)