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

Chapter 39 Don’t blame
Under the watchful eyes of Zhang Benji and the other three, the villagers below gathered together with sticks in hand. It seemed to be very powerful, and the contrast with their clothes was too great.

"Uncle, what are these people doing? They are standing like rows of dealers."

Zhang San looked at the people of Zhangjia Village below. Regardless of men, women, old or young, they all stood neatly, and there was no mess among the large group of people. From above, it looked like a big square, just like the fields when they were farming. Like wheat.

"Are you lining up to get porridge?"

"It's possible," Zhang Benshen nodded. When serving porridge, he had to queue up to receive the porridge, otherwise he would be whipped by the guards.

As the three of them watched, another person walked out of the cave and came to the open space in front of the group of people. Others were lined up, but he was the only one standing in the open space. He seemed to have a high status.

"Hey, it looks like the young master we met yesterday."

Zhang Heizi is young and has the best eyes. He can see clearly that he is the young master from yesterday.

"That's the man."

Zhang Benchen replied, the distance is not far, and he can see clearly at his age.

"Did you put the porridge in?"

Zhang San is still more concerned about this.

"We don't have a porridge shed, so we can't cook it now, right? Doesn't that mean that Chenshi can't eat it? Yesterday, the man was so sure that Chenshi would put porridge in it, but if he came late, it would be gone."

Zhang Heizi complained.

"Jijiwai, let's talk about hitting you on the forehead. You will know by looking at it. It's not making porridge. Why are these people gathering together? Sacrifice?"

Zhang Benshi cursed.

The three of them looked down attentively.

I saw the young master from yesterday below waving his hand, as if waving to someone, "Did you see us and tell us to get down?"

This thought came to Zhang Benshi's mind. Before he could say anything, his eyes suddenly widened and he couldn't help blurting out a sentence.

"Eidi mother, what is going on?"

Zhang Heizi and Zhang San trembled and almost stood up and slid down the slope.

Just after the young master waved, rows of yellow porcelain bowls appeared in the open space. The porcelain bowls were filled with white things, which looked like rice porridge.

"What is that, rice porridge?"

Zhang San rubbed his eyes, looked down and said in astonishment, "Uh, did you read that right?"

"It's just white rice porridge. It's such a big porcelain bowl. Is it possible to mistake it?"

Zhang Heizi said with some excitement.

"What's going on? Why is there white porridge here?" Zhang Benshi's eyes were as wide as bells. He couldn't understand. There was obviously nothing on the ground just now. How could he blink in the blink of an eye? No, he Without even blinking, he watched as the young master waved his hand and a lot of white porridge appeared on the ground.

Looking from above, there were probably hundreds of bowls, arranged neatly all over the floor. Zhang Benben had never seen such a spectacular scene in his 30 years of life.

With a wave of his hand, the bowl of porridge spread all over the floor. Could it be that this young master is a god?

"Isn't this young master a god?"

Zhang San couldn't help but said.

"Stop talking, look below, what they are going to do." Zhang Benchen said, and the three of them looked below. They saw the people below rows forward, picking up the porcelain bowls on the ground. They seemed to have other people. One hand also held up something else.

"It's just plain porridge! What's that hand? Is it a side dish?"

Zhang Heizi said excitedly that he also saw other things in the other hands of these people.

"Edi Niang, you are such a fairy. I didn't expect that the porridge is put in this way. This is not porridge, but it has become porridge."

Zhang San couldn't help but said that the current scene was beyond their understanding.

"Why don't you guys go down and get some?" Zhang Heizi licked his lips and swallowed. He twitched his nose and seemed to smell the aroma of the white porridge below.

"Hit you, have you forgotten what we came here to do? Hurry up and find out what's going on so you can go back and tell the folks."

Zhang Benshi cursed, his heart beating suddenly, he couldn't figure out what was going on below. Is there really a god? If so, wouldn't they and their fellow villagers need to be refugees?

Almost all the people below received white porridge, except for 20 people who received nothing.

"Why do some have it and some don't?" Zhang San couldn't help but ask.

"You ask me, who should I ask," Zhang Benshi replied.

"Thank you, Kitchen King!"

Suddenly, a chorus of shouts came from below, and the three of them looked down. They placed white porridge and pickled mustard on the ground, bent down and shouted "Thank you Stove King" to the young master in front of them.

"Kitchen King? Kitchen Lord, Kitchen Lord?"

Zhang San said in astonishment, "You are really a fairy, mother, let's watch here and see if the Kitchen God already knows."

Zhang Benshang's heart trembled. Just now, food appeared out of thin air. Now these people were shouting thank you to the Stove King. Isn't that the Stove Lord?
Good guy, there is actually a god hidden in this ravine.

Zhang Benchen seemed a little panicked. Yesterday they were so close to the Stove Lord, and now they were watching from a distance. Wouldn't that offend the Stove Lord.

In ancient times, people worshiped the kitchen god regardless of their status or status. From the palace and ministers to the common people, they all showed respect to the kitchen god.

Now a living Stove Lord appeared in front of them.

"Quick, let's go down and kowtow to the Stove Lord." Zhang Benshen pulled the two of them down the mountain in a panic, mumbling incessantly.

"Hey, I haven't put any maltose or wine in the past two years, so I just put some malt and water to make it work. The Stove Lord won't blame me."

When offering sacrifices to the Kitchen God, some wine and maltose are often put in. The wine is to make the Kitchen God drink well and make him dizzy and unable to complain to God. The maltose is sweet and sticky, so if you put it on the Kitchen God's mouth, you will want to say bad things. He couldn't open his mouth and could only speak vaguely. He couldn't say bad words anymore and could only say good things. Secondly, he "took others' short hands and ate their soft mouths". The Kitchen God ate their offerings. You should say more good things to God, so that you can have enough food in the coming year.

The harvests in the past two years have been bad, and the land has been sold to landlords. There is no sugar and wine to offer sacrifices, so we have to make do.

"No wonder the family has been unable to save any food in the past two years. Now we have almost nothing to eat. It turns out that the Kitchen God is to blame."

Zhang Ben was so anxious that he almost cried. He connected the two things together. Thinking of this, he quickly pulled Zhang San and Zhang Heizi and ran down faster.

"When the time comes, I will bring the villagers together to kowtow and apologize."

Zhang Benshi was thinking in his mind.

Three people are not enough to pay for the sins. Every family, old and young, has to come.

The three of them ran all the way, and the movement was so loud that Liu Zhenhua and others noticed it from a distance.

(End of this chapter)