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

Chapter 3 Porridge
The rag cloth on the table (the white cloth used to steam steamed buns in the north) was lifted, and the aroma of porridge suddenly filled the room.

"This is white porridge. White rice porridge that is so fragrant and thick."

Some people couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw this scene in front of them.

On the table, there are ten bowls of white rice porridge.

Rice porridge is very thick. A bowl of rice porridge is [-]% rice. There is only a thin layer of rice porridge and it looks very sticky. A few white flowers and round rice grains are exposed, which looks very attractive.

"My old swan, I have never seen such thick porridge or such white rice in my half-life."

Someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva and couldn't help but say.

They had never seen this way of eating in their daily life. Even before the famine, the family usually only had plain porridge. The bowl of rice porridge in front of them was so heavy that a family of three could eat it for ten meals on a normal day. Day and half a month.

Not to mention that there is a famine now. This little rice, mixed with more water and some wild grass and roots, can feed hundreds of people.

Landlords and rich people don’t dare to eat like this.

This amount of rice can be exchanged for two yellow-flowered girls.

They looked at the ten bowls of white rice porridge in front of them with some disbelief, and their eyes almost turned red. This bowl of rice was probably worth a penny.

If it weren't for Liu Zhenhua standing in front of them, they might have gone up to grab it.

"Not only is there white porridge, but there is also mustard, a lot of mustard, and the mustard soup actually has oil and water!"

Ren Heitu stared and said in disbelief that he had only eaten pickles once during the Chinese New Year when he was a child. After all, in this era, who could have such luxury to pickle pickles with salt.

Not to mention that there are oily flowers floating in the mustard soup. What a luxury thing. There are so many of them, and they are right in front of them.

Liu Zhenhua looked like he wanted to give these things to them. How could they be able to eat these things?

Ren Hongli's stomach made a growling sound. He wiped his saliva again and again, stared at the porridge and said, "Master Liu, is this porridge all for us?"

"nature."

Liu Zhenhua smiled and nodded. The performance of these people did not exceed his expectations.

In the 21st century, few people of the younger generation drink this kind of white porridge because it is too sticky.

I usually have takeout and Coca-Cola when I eat.

But this is ancient times, the Chongzhen period during the great disaster. For these people, these bowls of white porridge are the best delicacies, and they are immortal food that they will never eat once in their lives.

If it were left outside, this bowl of white porridge would probably be looted and rebelled by the victims. This is why Liu Zhenhua did not take out the white porridge at noon.

At present, these ten people know the basics and have good character. Liu Zhenhua has prepared them to be trained as the first batch of subordinates.

"Thank you sir!"

Ren Hongli said with excitement: "Then we can eat it"

"Brother, why are you pulling me?"

Before he finished speaking, Ren Hongli was pulled by Ren Zhuozhou. He looked at Ren Zhuozhou in confusion, wondering why Ren Zhuohuo wanted to pull him.

Liu Zhenhua looked at Ren Zhuoyue with a serious face with the same puzzlement.

"Master, where did you get this food?"

"Huh? Don't worry, the source of this food is absolutely safe. You can just eat it without worry." Liu Zhenhua looked at Ren Zhuohuo in front of him and remembered the past. When he invited his brother to dinner in college, his brother asked him with such a serious face. Do you have some terminal illness?

This person's ideological consciousness cannot be that high, and he can think a little more when faced with a temptation that is no less than money.

"These things are too precious, we can't eat them."

Ren Zhuohuo said to Liu Zhenhua that he really wanted to eat these things, but his father had warned them since they were young that Wan Zhong would accept it without arguing about etiquette and justice. Wan Zhong would not be of any use to me.

They have shown Liu Zhenhua a lot of affection and cannot eat these things anymore.

"It's okay, these things are just for you guys to eat."

Liu Zhenhua looked at Ren Zhuohuo and said, this man's ideological consciousness is quite high. He used to help these people, and he also had his own small thoughts. Ancient farmers were simple, and if you showed kindness to them, they would remember it. Liu Zhenhua thought that if he couldn't survive, If he really wants to rebel, he has his own team at least. It seems that these people have given him more surprises now.

"Let's do this," Ren Zhuo said, looking at Liu Zhenhua.

"We only take two bowls of porridge, and we don't take the mustard. We treat it as wages for our hard work in recent days."

They were repairing the city wall here, and they should have received wages and food, but now they had nothing.

Two bowls of porridge are enough. After all, rice is extremely expensive now, so two bowls of porridge are quite a lot of rice.

This white rice porridge is very thick. Take it back, pour it into a big pot, and add some water to it, so many people can have a delicious meal of rice porridge.

The faces of the people around him changed but they didn't say much. Liu Zhenhua had already helped them a lot on weekdays, and what Ren Zhuo said was right.

After these two bowls of white porridge were made into rice soup, they could drink some of it. At least it was better than the white porridge they drank in front of the city wall.

"It doesn't have to be like this. Each of you can have a bowl and just drink it. These white porridges are not precious to me," Liu Zhenhua said slowly.

There were puzzled expressions on their faces, and they obviously didn't know why Liu Zhenhua said such nonsense.

It's not precious. Such white porridge and pickled mustards are worth several taels of silver. How could it not be precious? If you are from a wealthy family, forget it.

But according to what the young master said on weekdays, his family doesn't have much money. Although they usually call them Master Liu Zhenhua, they are not the rich young master.

"Master, don't joke with us. Let's do this. You can't eat this white porridge. How about it's worth half a month's wages to us."

Ren Zhuohuo looked at Liu Zhenhua and said, right now they have almost no wages and no food to eat. The housekeeper is lying to them. It is a blessing in misfortune to get so much white porridge from Liu Zhenhua. As for what to do in the future, we will try again in the future. Think of a way, maybe they will become refugees fleeing famine.

Liu Zhenhua shook his head helplessly.

"I have to change it for something. It seems that if I don't tell you where the food comes from, you won't accept it with peace of mind."

Ren Zhuoyue nodded, "Master, this porridge and pickled mustard did not come out of thin air. We definitely cannot accept it directly."

The others nodded in agreement, and they agreed with this.

If it were food provided by the government for relief, then they would be able to eat with peace of mind, but this was food of unknown origin brought by others.

"Okay, then I will let you know where this food comes from." After that, Liu Zhenhua pushed aside the crowd, strode to the door, opened the door and looked around. The Liu family was already empty, and the kitchen was empty. In the backyard, no one should come here.

Just wait and see just to be on the safe side.

Liu Zhenhua closed the door and then looked at the ten people in the room.

"This white porridge and pickled mustard are really transformed by me out of thin air."

Liu Zhenhua's words echoed in everyone's ears, making everyone look shocked.
(End of this chapter)