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

Chapter 38 Two meals a day

Liu Zhenhua's team has been stationed in Zhangjia Village in the ravine for five days. The number of the team has reached 230, including 210 men, including 180 armed with magic weapons. They prefer to call themselves heavenly soldiers.

Although there are 230 people, Liu Zhenhua can get [-] reputation points a day because he has upgraded the reputation meal. Now the reputation meal can be given out twice a day. With another [-] reputation points, he can give out the reputation points to the two hundred disaster victims. Eat white porridge and pickled mustard for three meals a day.

It was already evening when Liu Zhenhua returned from Zhangjiacun, and the sun was about to set.

The team has been training for four days. They have been able to skillfully use steel bars to perform various swinging movements, and their discipline has been greatly improved. They are somewhat like college students during military training.

The second largest cave dwelling in Zhangjiacun is already the place where Liu Zhenhua's department holds a meeting. A group of people who can be considered high-level people stand in front of an Eight Immortals table and look at Liu Zhenhua sitting on the Kang.

"In two days at most, we will attack the Zhang Family Courtyard in Zhangjia Village."

Liu Zhenhua's words made everyone in front of him look confused. Are they finally going to take action? Isn't it just for this moment that they have been training for so long?

Ren Hongli looked excited, his stick was already thirsty and he couldn't wait to give his enemy a headache.

Almost all those present were victims of the disaster. They hated these big dog owners who owned food, and now they were finally able to take action.

"Don't worry, young master, we will definitely lead people to capture this compound."

Yang Lichao patted his chest and said confidently.

"Don't underestimate the enemy, and don't miss out on training these days."

The current world is not the same as before he time traveled. At this point in time, carrying weapons is commonplace, and the servants of any landowner don't have many knives in their hands.

Hiding armor may be a serious crime, but no one will say anything about hiding weapons.

"Don't worry, young master, everyone is training very seriously according to your instructions."

Yang Lichao said.

Liu Zhenhua nodded, "In recent days, you have been training, and the amount of activity is much higher than before. I don't know how much more than the usual rush, but you still have one meal a day. Can anyone complain?"

Ren Zhuohuo shook his head, "No one said anything in reply to the young master. I can be sure of this."

"My life now is much better than when I was fleeing the famine. Master, anyone who complains is a fool," Yang Lichao added.

Yang Lichao would never forget the days of escaping from famine. Someone might starve to death at any time, and he would never get up while walking on the road. He also usually ate well and had better physical strength. In addition, he had some martial arts skills, so he could find grass every day. He could get a lot of seeds and so on, so he persisted until he met Liu Zhenhua.

Life is much better now than it was then, even better than the last year he stayed in the He family. After all, the He family had already begun to decline at that time.

He, a gun boy, couldn't afford such good porridge and mustard.

"Not bad," Liu Zhenhua was very satisfied. "From tomorrow until we break into the Zhang family compound, we can eat two meals of white porridge every day, which is regarded as a reward for the heavenly soldiers. You know this in advance. I will tell everyone when the porridge is served tomorrow. .”

He told these people good news.

Yang Lichao and others looked happy. They could actually eat two meals of white porridge and pickled mustard in one day. A full bowl of white porridge, as well as the salty and crispy pickled mustard.

"It seems like it hasn't always been like this until we break into the Zhang Family Courtyard," Ren Zhuomo thought in his mind, "Could it be that rewards are based on merit again?"

He thought about the time when Liu Zhenhua asked people to select rebar. After the battle, Ren Hongli got a lot of rice porridge, while those who quit during the selection that day had less rice porridge.

This should be the case now.

"It seems that I have to let my father and brother behave well." No one wants to eat more, which is white porridge and pickled mustard, good things that were not often eaten during the Chinese New Year in the past.

"If they know this news, their morale will be greatly boosted!"

Yang Lichao couldn't help but said, these are two meals a day, both of which are white porridge and pickled mustard. In this world, only the wealthy landowners can eat it. Ordinary people probably don't dare to dream of such a happy thing.

If these people who came from the disaster victims knew about this, they would probably scream and march directly into the Zhang family compound.

"Let's go, Zhuo Zhuo, and tell the people on duty tonight that there is no need to go to the top of the mountain. You only need to watch the village."

If tonight, the people from Zhangjiacun will send someone over to see if anyone is putting out porridge. The sentry will say that they must not scare people away.

Ren Zhuoyue responded and everyone dispersed from the room.

Yang Lichao, who was walking at the back, closed the door behind him.

Liu Zhenhua lay on the kang for a while, then walked out of the room and walked towards the room where he rested.

The cave dwellings in Zhangjia Village are basically the most common cliff-style earthen cave dwellings in poor peasant villages. They are basically three meters high and wide. The one Liu Zhenhua lives in is the best. It is built with some stones and is ten meters deep. It's fully furnished and fully furnished.

"It seems like I haven't taken a shower since time travel."

Liu Zhenhua lay on the kang, raised his armpits and smelled, and then his face wrinkled into a ball, full of the smell of sweat.

"The last time I didn't take a shower for so long was probably in high school."

Liu Zhenhua fell into memories. Their high school only had one and a half days off every month. There were no bathrooms in the dormitory, and in summer the sinks were filled with shirtless men wiping themselves.

Thinking about Liu Zhenhua, he fell asleep.

Early in the morning, the sun hit Zhang Heizi's face. He opened his eyes and pushed Zhang Benchen and Zhang San beside him, and they quickly got up from the ground.

"Brother, look over there," Zhang Heizi pointed down. Yesterday, they found this place in the direction Ren Zhuozhou said at the time.

Zhang Benshi rubbed his eyes and looked down.

People in twos and threes appeared in the cave dwellings. These people were dressed like them, and some were even more shabby than them, just like the wandering victims of the disaster.

However, all of these people looked excited, as if they were about to celebrate something big and happy. They would only show such expressions on their faces when the harvest was good every year.

What surprised Zhang Benshi was that most of the people in this group were holding straight sticks.

"What are these people doing? Didn't they say they would put porridge in the morning? Why is there no porridge shed?"

"That's right, if these people go to get porridge, why don't they all have bowls and chopsticks in their hands?"

"Uncle, we won't be fooled, right?"

Zhang San looked at the people below and said, these people don't look like they are receiving porridge.

"Let's take a look. It's not yet midnight. Wait a minute. If the porridge is not served after an hour, let's leave directly."

Zhang Ben was also a little unsure, so he could only take another look at the moment.

(End of this chapter)