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

Chapter 41 Let the Stove Lord conjure up some land to plant
Zhang Benshi was still frightened, so he took Zhang San and Zhang Heizi back to Zhangjiacun. "Fortunately, the Stove Lord did not blame us and promised to give us porridge."

"Yes, the Kitchen God is so kind. He knows that it is a natural disaster and man-made disaster, so that our harvest is not good, and we don't even have the energy to make offerings."

Zhang San scratched his head and said, he didn't expect that the immortal master would be so easy to talk to and would not blame them. Sure enough, there is a god three feet above his head. This god can see things in the world clearly. If the county magistrate has such a method, there will be no one in the world. It was a wrongful conviction.

"That's right, that Mr. Zhang is a man-made disaster. Why didn't the Kitchen God report it to the Jade Emperor and let Mr. Zhang take it away?"

Zhang Heizi couldn't help but say something.

"I'll beat you to death! Shut up! Is this what you can say!"

Zhang Benshen glared at Zhang Heizi, and quickly looked around. He breathed a sigh of relief when he thought that Mr. Zhang would not come to their place. It should not be heard by outsiders and spread to Mr. Zhang's ears.

Normally, Zhang Heizi would not have dared to say anything, but today he saw the Stove Lord, and Zhang Heizi couldn't help but reply.

"Uncle, the Stove King is not as fierce as you. Isn't that right? Mr. Zhang wants us to pay nine cents in tax. We have been working hard for a whole year. It would be better for him to just take the nine cents." points, let’s keep one point.”

"He kept telling us that the butler wanted it, but it didn't mean it was in his own pot."

"If you dare to say anything stupid, I'll beat you to death!"

When Zhang Benshi heard this, he became anxious and kicked Zhang Heizi directly. He kicked Zhang Heizi to the ground. Zhang San hurriedly stepped forward to hold him back. In his heart, he felt that what Zhang Heizi said was true.

"Uncle, there is no one around here, and no one will listen. What Heizi said is true," Zhang San said quickly.

"Besides, aren't you just afraid that the landlord will hear about it and you will either lose your land to farm or be beaten to death? We all have the Stove Lord to bless us. Can't we please ask the Stove Lord when the time comes?"

"The Stove Lord loves his people like his own son, can he leave us alone?"

"Ugh."

Zhang Benshi sighed, "What you said makes sense, but I just can't let go of that place."

Without Mr. Zhang, there will be Mr. Zhang’s son who will become Mr. Zhang. They will inherit their father’s business and will be the master from generation to generation.

But as for Zhang Benben, he wants to farm his own land, and his son also needs to farm land. He will work as a tenant for the master's family, and his son's son will also farm land. He doesn't know when he will be able to farm his own land.

"Let's go and tell the folks about this."

The three of them knocked on doors and called out the villagers.

Not long after, more than 200 people, old and young, gathered together. After hearing what Zhang Ben and the other three had witnessed, everyone exclaimed.

"My dear, are you telling the truth?"

An old man asked tremblingly while leaning on a crutch. Old age, frailty and malnutrition had made him almost as thin as a stick, as if he would fall over if the wind blew.

This is one of the few elderly people in the village and the oldest in the village. He has been a tenant farmer for 40 years and retired at the age of 55.

"Old Master Quan, of course it's true. How dare you make fun of the Stove Lord?"

Zhang Benchen hurriedly said that he would not dare to say anything about the gods and ghosts on weekdays, and given the courage, he would not dare to make jokes about the gods.

Hearing Zhang Benban's answer, Zhang Quan had no doubt that he was there, and muddy old tears flowed from his eyes, "The Stove Lord must have seen that our lives are too miserable, and he has manifested his spirit!"

he whimpered.

The three or two elderly people around also started crying.

"Then when are you going to get the porridge? With the Stove Lord here, you don't have to be hungry."

someone said excitedly. "Tomorrow, the priest next to the Stove Lord told us to come and get the porridge at [-]:[-] tomorrow. If we are late, it will be gone. Today, the three of us just went late and didn't get anything. We just watched those people eating. The white porridge is served with pickles."

Zhang Benshan held out three fingers with regret on his face. They could have received the porridge today, but unfortunately they did not go down directly. Instead, they watched from the mountain. Thinking of this, he felt a little heartbroken. He would have known he would have gone down directly.

"Why are you waiting for tomorrow? Let's set off tonight."

"That's right, uncle, didn't you leave in the middle of the night yesterday? You couldn't get there in four hours."

When someone mentioned this, Zhang Benshi became even more panicked. He immediately said angrily to the person, "Hey, what are you talking about? We just don't dare to go down when we see the Stove Lord." You have to dare to come out. It's too late. Isn't it for the sake of the fellow villagers? Otherwise, we would have had white porridge today."

"By the way, my uncle, we have to pay the food in less than two days. Is there anything we can do?"

"That's right. If we can't deliver the food from there, we won't have enough land to plant it next year."

"Uncle, haven't you met the Stove Lord? Why don't you tell him about this?"

someone asked.

A look of embarrassment appeared on Zhang Bensheng's face. Zhang Heizi immediately stood up after seeing it, "Uncle Benshang dare not say, I will do it."

He told about the quarrel he had just had with Zhang Ben.

"That's it. The Stove Lord said it was a man-made disaster. The Stove Lord must be on your side. If you tell the Stove Lord when the time comes, he will definitely have a solution."

Zhang Heizi's narration was very clear and contained strong personal feelings. Although it was not as good as the speech genius, Zhang Heizi's talent was enough to support him in expressing his emotions in this case.

"It's still the Stove Prince who loves his people like his own son!"

"Yes, let's talk to the Kitchen God tomorrow, and the Kitchen God will definitely help us solve it."

"That's right, the Kitchen God can conjure porridge, pickle mustard, and some grain for us to hand over. Isn't it a very simple matter?"

"Yes."

Everyone agreed, saying that they did not think about punishing the landlord, but that they wanted to let the gods conjure food and give it to the landlord.

If Liu Zhenhua had listened, he would probably have thought of a story he saw at that time, in which two farmers in ancient times fantasized about the life of being emperors.

One farmer said that the emperor would definitely eat white flour steamed buns every day until he was full. Another said that the emperor would definitely use gold hoes when going to the fields.

Now these people have the Kitchen God to help them, and they even want to ask the Kitchen God to produce grain to pay taxes.

Zhang Heizi was a little confused in his mind, why do we still have to pay taxes?Why should they be tenants for life?

"Why do we have to pay taxes? We already have the Stove Lord. I see a group of people standing behind the Stove Lord with weapons. Why can't we follow the Stove Lord?"

Zhang Heizi asked.

Zhang Heizi's words stunned everyone, but they had never thought about this matter.

Someone said something coquettishly.

"How can we farm next year if we don't pay taxes?"

"Can you please ask the Stove Lord to give us some land to plant? So we don't have to pay taxes?"

If you think this sentence is feasible, you can ask me tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)