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

Chapter 37 Depart Tonight
Liu Zhenhua looked at this scene. It was obvious that the housekeeper was collecting food from the tenants. How could these people come up with food in a year of great disaster?

According to the steward, he didn’t regard these tenants as human beings at all, and asked why they didn’t starve to death.

This reminded Liu Zhenhua of the victims in the movie 1942 who made trouble in the landlord's house.

Farmers who have been honest all their lives will turn from obedient people to mobs in an instant under certain circumstances. Just like a spring that is pressed to the limit, it will either never get up again, or it will suddenly rebound.

Liu Zhenhua thought of something to say and whispered in Ren Zhuohuo's ear.

After Huangpu was completely gone, Liu Zhenhua led the people forward. When they came near the villagers, Ren Zhuomo stepped forward and patted a man on the shoulder.

The man had a melancholy look on his face. Judging from his temperament and age, he was about the same as Ren Zhuoyue, but the wrinkles on his face were as old as the land of northern Shaanxi.

"What's wrong, who are you?" He was obviously stunned when he saw Ren Zhuoyue.

They have stayed in Zhangjiacun all their lives, the furthest away from them is Yanchuan County, and they basically never see outsiders. Now this person looks like a stranger.

The man's words made the surrounding villagers react. The sight of hundreds of men turning their heads at the same time was quite oppressive. However, Liu Zhenhua and others had killed many people, so naturally they were not afraid of this kind of momentum.

The villagers saw Liu Zhenhua and others, especially Liu Zhenhua, who did not dress like ordinary people. He might be a young master from another village or a husband from Yan'an, Yanchuan. He might come to Zhangjia Village to find Zhang. The master of the house, they suddenly didn't dare to look at him arbitrarily.

Even the man spoke politely to Ren Zhuoyue.

"Oh, it's like this. Our young master wants to collect some grain. A bucket of rice can be sold for three times more than outside. So I want to ask, do you have more grain here?"

If they go directly to talk about the Zhang family's affairs, these villagers may not say anything, because if they think that Liu Zhenhua and others may have had problems with the Zhang family landlords and damage the interests of the Zhang family landlords, they cannot bear the responsibility at that time.

That's why Liu Zhenhua let Ren Zhuo said this.

Hearing that they were going to collect grain, the man shook his head and said, "How can we poor people have food? We have almost finished the wheat bran."

"In a few days we will eat dirt."

What they said was true. They had eaten up everything they could eat at home, and had scavenged everything nearby. Therefore, no one had starved to death yet, but this situation could not last long.

If they had not held on to the idea that they could still redeem their fields, they would have been wandering around like the victims.

They can't hold on for too long now, and if Mr. Zhang is forcing them like this, they might become disaster victims in two or three days.

"You go find our master, our master may have food."

The man said, this is nothing. After a little inquiry, you will know who the landlord is here.

"Oh? You guys are living in such hardship. Eating dirt will kill you."

Ren Zhuoyue looked surprised.

"What can we do? There is nothing to eat. There is no porridge shed in Yanchuan County. I heard that many victims were killed there two days ago."

The man shook his head. Earlier, Huangpu told them to go to Yanchuan County. Wherever they dared to go, I heard in the past that they would be arrested as rebels. The blood at the door was dried and paved on the ground.

"It's so difficult," Ren Zhuozhou frowned and looked at the villagers.

"To be honest, my young master is preparing food to help the victims. Aren't you the same as the victims?"

Ren Zhuo said looking at the villagers.

The villagers looked at Liu Zhenhua behind Ren Zhuozhou in surprise. Judging from his appearance, this man should be the young master Ren Zhuohuo mentioned.

In this world where food is so precious, there are still such kind people?
"really?"

An older man asked as he pushed aside the man in front of Ren Zhuo. "Seriously, my young master has been doing good deeds for many days and has saved more victims than the people in your village."

Ren Zhuoyue said with a proud expression on his face.

"I wonder where the young master is giving porridge?"

the man asked.

"There is a place six miles east of Yanchuan. If you can't survive and have nowhere to go, you can go there and join my young master. He will make porridge every day," Ren Zhuo said, and he also emphasized it.

"Remember, it's Chenshi. I came late, but there is nothing."

After that, without waiting for the villager to ask anything, Ren Zhuomo turned around and returned to Liu Zhenhua, and the four of them turned and left.

"Master, will they come?"

Yang Lichao asked. He turned his head and looked behind him. Those people seemed to be gathered together. He didn't know what they were thinking.

"Yes, these people have no food to eat, and there are no porridge sheds anywhere to store porridge. Judging from their appearance, they don't want to be refugees, so they will definitely come here to try their luck."

Liu Zhenhua said firmly that these people, to be precise, are all people in ancient times, from the princes and nobles to the common people, they all attach great importance to the land.

The land of these villagers should be here. If they don't want to leave, they can only trust Ren Zhuohuo's words and go have a look.

And will go early.

"I see."

Yang Lichao showed a look of understanding.

The villagers in Zhangjia Village looked at the retreating figures of Liu Zhenhua and the others. Zhang San couldn't help but ask the man who just pushed him away.

"Uncle, what should I do? Do you think what that person said is true?"

Zhang Benshen’s brows almost knitted into a Kawako shape, “Real or fake, real is the best, we have to go and see the fake too.”

He sighed, "Otherwise, what else can we do? What can we do? We can't really become refugees. Our grandfather's grandfather finally got land and settled here, so we can't just wander around."

"But didn't our land be sold to Mr. Zhang?"

someone asked.

"I'll kill you," Zhang Benjin waved his fist, "Aren't we thinking we can redeem it? We have no choice but to sell it."

"It's six miles east of Yanchuan County. It's not too late. A few of us will go and have a look. It won't take too long. Even if it's fake, there's no loss. If it's true, then we don't have to be refugees. Yet?"

Zhang Benshi said.

Listening to Zhang Benshi's words, everyone suddenly felt that it made sense. The place Ren Zhuo said was indeed not that far away.

It only took them half a day to go back and forth, and they could just catch up with Tatsuki the next day if they went at night.

"Let's do this, Zhang San and Zhang Heizi, let's set off in the middle of the night tonight and go there to have a look. If it's true, we will take the villagers to get the porridge the day after tomorrow," Zhang Benben made the decision.

"it is good!"

Zhang San and others agreed that this was indeed a solution. They just hoped that what the man said was true and that someone really put the porridge there.

(End of this chapter)