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

Chapter 30 Situation

[Name: Liu Zhenhua. 】

[Reputation: 452. 】

[Current number of force members: 140 (refreshed every morning). 】

[Current reputation meal: a bowl of white porridge, a dish of mustard vegetables/day/person (refreshed every morning), each serving can provide a little reputation (reputation required for upgrade: 1000). 】

[Maximum number issued: 200 (3000 reputation required for upgrade). 】

Liu Zhenhua glanced at it and it was impossible to upgrade the distribution quantity in a short time. With the current number of people, he could upgrade the prestige meal in five days.

Liu Zhenhua and others found an empty village, a barren loess cave dwelling.

The highest-standard buildings in Shaanxi are the courtyards of cave dwellings with five open and dark chambers and four or six chambers. However, these cave dwellings are obviously farmers' houses at the lowest level.

Liu Zhenhua took a quick glance and found that there wasn't even a decent compound here, let alone a large manor. It should be a place without landlords.

The people here have obviously fled. The whole village is empty and the doors are open.

Nowadays, if you leave this world, you will most likely not be able to come back.

"Xianjiu Zhan will temporarily help look after the house. If anyone comes back, he will be recruited to join the team." Liu Zhenhua temporarily led the team to use this place as a base.

In one of the neatest cave dwellings, eight people stood.

These people are all talents discovered by Liu Zhenhua.

Ren Hongli, Yang Lichao, and Zhao Shigong, these three have good force values, especially Ren Hongli, who needs no introduction.

Ren Zhuoyue is capable of doing everything he can to make propaganda, recruit new people, etc.

Ren Fanyi, the one with the highest diploma among the group, has entered the examination room, and there must be a scholar in the team.

Liu Zhenhua lamented that the Ren family has so many talents.

Zhao Shicheng, Zhao Shigong's brother, is from Shanxi. He is familiar with Shanxi and has a good cultural level.

A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big eyes and a long face, Zhang Youliang, is a doctor in Caoze and has good medical skills. When Liu Zhenhua had a fight with the horse bandit, one of his men broke his arm and it was this man who took it.

The last one, named Wang Yousheng, was one of the victims who met that day. He was a native of Shaanxi and happened to be a villager near Yanchuan, so he was quite familiar with this area.

"Do you know where Chengcheng County is?"

Liu Zhenhua suddenly asked, making Wang Yousheng tremble.

After he came to his senses, he quickly replied, "As for the young master, I don't know about Chengcheng County, but Cheng County does."

"Yes, it's Cheng County."

Liu Zhenhua nodded. The first peasant uprising in the late Ming Dynasty was in Chengcheng County. In [-], that is, last July, a man named Wang Er led hundreds of hungry people into Chengcheng County and killed the county magistrate Zhang Douyao. .

This man also gave himself a very impressive title, King Dashun. He exempted taxes, abolished imperial examinations, made a series of decent policies, and also sounded the clarion call for peasant uprisings.

If the current Ming Dynasty is compared to a person, then the peasant uprising is like a cancer cell. Once it breaks out, it will spread rapidly.

There will always be cancer cells eliminated during the process, but more cancer cells will pop out. For example, a month or two later in Fugu, farmer Wang Jiayin gathered a group of hungry people to rebel. After Wang Er learned the news, he went north to join forces with him.

Liu Zhenhua remembers that Wang Er was jointly annihilated by the Qing army (Dajin) and the Ming army within two years after he became king.

The first one to stand up was wiped out early.

Liu Zhenhua asked Cheng County because he wanted to know where this person was now. Although this person was at the height of his power, he could not be associated with him. This person could be attacked by the Ming and Qing armies. If he was involved, he would also face the same situation. .

"It's about four hundred miles south of Yanchuan," Wang Yousheng replied, bending slightly. "So close."

Liu Zhenhua rubbed his chin, and after some thought he made a decision.

Before the number of people is refreshed early this morning, the number of people will be replenished to 200. After a few days of upgrading the number of prestige meal distributions per day, after recruiting [-] to [-] new people, the extra meal will be enough for [-] people after dilution. People around eat.

There are many benefits to doing this.

As soon as levels appear, the newcomers eat less, but they eat enough to survive. They are very satisfied. When they see the old people eating better, they are motivated to fight. The old people see that they eat better than the new people. If they do well, they will have a sense of superiority and crisis. In their opinion, the porridge and pickled mustard given by the Kitchen God may be limited. If they do not perform well, they will be replaced. If they have a sense of crisis, they will also have motivation.

Secondly, the extra people will be able to directly eat the reputation of these people after the maximum number of reputation meals is upgraded.

"Dong dong dong."

Someone knocked on the door.

"Come in," Liu Zhenhua called.

After the door opened, Ren Heitu came in and said, "Master, there is someone outside. There is blood on his body and he looks like he is injured."

"Go out and see."

Liu Zhenhua's heart moved, "Could it be the villagers here? Or the people who were hunted down in front of the county town just now."

He thought, but no matter who it was, he already had a base, and it was time to take root and develop. Naturally, he would not refuse anyone who came, and he would just find a way to attract these people to join him.

Zhang Sanquan and some villagers walked in twos and threes. About a hundred people went out and more than 20 came back.

Those people riding tall horses and wearing armor shouted to kill the rebels and rushed back and forth among them. His wife died there, in front of him, and was struck by the sword of the officer on the horse.

The blood all over his body came from his wife. When the hot blood was poured on him, he felt his throat was clogged and uncomfortable, and there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest.

Zhang Sanquan glanced blankly. There was a horse tied up in the open space in front of a cave dwelling, and people walked out of the cave dwelling. These people were holding sticks, and the leader seemed to have a knife in his waist.

His body trembled and he instinctively retreated. The fire in his heart was almost extinguished. Too many people had died. Of the 100 people who went out, only about 20 came back.

What can more than 20 of them do?

Everyone around them noticed the situation in front of them. Some people knelt on the ground and held their heads. "Master, please forgive me. We really don't want to rebel. We can't survive anymore."

"Don't arrest us, why don't we stop resisting?"

Only Zhang Sanquan was still standing, but he only stood for a while before his knees weakened and he fell to the ground.

Liu Zhenhua and others moved forward quickly. When he saw these people, he knew that they were the rebellious peasants who were massacred in front of the county gate.

Seeing these people kneeling on the ground and constantly begging for mercy, Liu Zhenhua knew that they had misunderstood.

"Put your weapons away," Liu Zhenhua said, noticing the knife at his waist, he quickly stepped back and said goodbye.

Then he threw out a piece of mineral water, and Ren Zhuohuo hurried forward to tear open the plastic film.

"The king has victory."

Liu Zhenhua shouted.

"Master, please give me your orders," Wang Yousheng came up, hunched over and lowered his head.

"Call folks, wake up."

This group of disaster victims is emotionally unstable, so it would be better to let local people do the talking.

(End of this chapter)