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

Chapter 5 Decision
"Okay, these porridge and pickled mustards are already yours."

Liu Zhenhua nodded in agreement. The prestige meal was taken out and was already consumed. He now has eleven points of prestige.

As for what these people do with the porridge, as long as they are not wasting it or reselling it when they are full, Liu Zhenhua will not interfere.

"Thank you, Kitchen God."

Ren Hongli hurriedly thanked him, then turned around and held up the food in his left and right hands with a silly smile on his face, "Brother, dad has something to eat, hehe."

Such a large bowl of white porridge, mixed with several large bowls of water and boiled, is enough for their family to eat several meals.

Paired with pickled mustard, tsk tsk tsk, it’s so delicious that I can’t even imagine it.

Ren Zhuoyu also had the same idea. He said "Thank you Kitchen God" to Liu Zhenhua, then took two steps forward and picked up a bowl of porridge.

With the two taking the lead, the others could no longer hold back and came forward to gather around the table. They looked at the white porridge on the table, which was exactly the same.

There is no more or less, and the same is true for pickled mustard, which is the same as what is carved from the same mold.

Those who noticed it couldn't help but sigh that it was indeed the work of a god.

Soon all the porridge and pickled mustard on the table were taken away.

These people carefully carried the pickled mustard and white porridge in their hands, as if they were holding a delicate baby. The white porridge was very full, and spilling any bit would be a huge waste.

"Then, Kitchen God, let's go first," Ren Zhuo said looking at Liu Zhenhua who was standing with his hands behind his back.

The latter waved his hand and said, "Go back quickly."

After saying that, he turned around and found a bench and sat in front of the table. There was only a bowl of white porridge and a pile of pickled mustard left on it.

If it were in modern times, Liu Zhenhua would not eat these things at all, such as white porridge and pickled mustard. He remembered that the last time he drank porridge was when he was saving money in college to buy gifts for his girlfriend. A bowl of porridge cost two yuan, and one portion was free. Shredded radish as a gift.

The door behind him opened with a creak, and everyone left one after another.

There were eleven pairs of bamboo chopsticks on the table, which were the tableware for the prestigious meal. The simple tenants regarded it as the tableware in Liu Zhenhua's home, so they were too embarrassed to take it.

Liu Zhenhua picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up the mustard dish, and poured the mustard and soup into it.

After stirring for a while, a white porridge with rice and vegetables is ready.

"The workers must have stopped working. They are trying to win over some people, so they are trying to find a way to go southwest."

Liu Zhenhua was thinking while eating.

The golden finger didn't appear during the day. Liu Zhenhua was probably just a guard sitting in charge of the laborers. If he couldn't continue his job, he would either go to other provinces to seek a way out, or he would become a horse bandit as Ren Hongli said.

But now, Liu Zhenhua has a clear direction, the uprising.

Although he has almost unlimited porridge and mustard and can be regarded as a great benefactor of the Ming Dynasty, he is just a benevolent person who can be manipulated by others.

The powerful ministers in the imperial court would not allow such a good person to exist. They have no shortage of porridge and mustard. If they know about Liu Zhenhua's miraculousness, they will lose their freedom at least, or be killed directly at worst.

Liu Zhenhua just wants to rebel and become emperor, so that he can maximize the role of Golden Finger without any worries.

If you want to revolt, first stay away from this place.

Tianjin City is located south of the capital. If there is an uprising in this place, the imperial court will definitely have its hands free to directly suppress the rebels.

Although there are all kinds of magical things in Liu Zhenhua's system, they require a lot of reputation and cannot be obtained in a short time.

If you dare to rebel in Tianjin City relying on these things, you will probably be wiped out by the imperial court in a short time.

Therefore Liu Zhenhua wants to go southwest.

Because the southwest had the largest number of rebels and the most chaotic situation, the earliest uprising in the late Ming Dynasty was in Shaanxi.

This chaotic situation is unfavorable to the imperial court and greatly beneficial to Liu Zhenhua.

In April of the first year of Chongzhen, the uprising army of Nangan (now southern Jiangxi Province) seized the king of heaven, established the name Yongxing, and led the army to attack Anyuan County.

In June, Lin Dan Khan invaded Datong, killed tens of thousands of Ming Dynasty soldiers and civilians, and almost captured Datong.In October and November, there were successive mutinies in some places due to military pay issues, and peasant uprisings began to become more frequent.

Liu Zhenhua recalled it in his mind.

He didn't know many historical figures, but Liu Zhenhua remembered some things about the fall of the dynasty in the late Ming Dynasty, which was of special significance to the Han people.

Now a severe drought has begun in the north. In Shaanxi and other places, there was no harvest in the first year of Chongzhen.

The people were extremely miserable, even worse than now.

"It's best to go to Shaanxi."

Liu Zhenhua made a decision. With the white porridge and pickled mustard provided by the prestigious system, coupled with the severe drought in Shaanxi and other places, farmers were starving. At this time, Liu Zhenhua was like a god descending from heaven.

It must be what people want.

"Snoring."

After thinking about what to do next, Liu Zhenhua gulped down the food.

It's called an incense.

He has never felt that white porridge and pickled vegetables taste so delicious.

"Master Liu is a true god, is this the white porridge he transformed into?"

Ren Fanyi held a wooden stick and looked at Ren Zhuozhou and Ren Hongli, who had their heads drooping in front of them.

"Yes, Dad, why don't you believe it? I've already told you that Master Liu is the Stove Lord. If you don't believe it, ask Heitu Ergou and the others if they are."

"How could we have stolen this? Where is there such white rice for us to steal now?"

Ren Hongli's generous face was full of grievances. As soon as he entered the house, his father took the porridge and pickled mustards, shouted, knelt down and beat them both.

What does stealing mean?

Where in the world can such good things be stolen?

Ren Fanyi saw that what the two children said did not seem to be lying. His brows were knitted into a Sichuan shape. He sat on a wooden bench and leaned on a wooden stick. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"Has the young master told you anything else?"

Ren Fanyi raised his head and asked suddenly.

Ren Hongli and Ren Zhuozhou shook their heads together, "No, the young master just said that he is the Kitchen God and wants to save the world."

"Boom."

The wooden stick was thrown to the corner by Ren Fanyi. The movement made the two of them tremble, thinking that his father was going to serve him with a stick again.

"You two go and pour this porridge together, add some water and cook it for a while."

Ren Fanyi waved his hand.

The two were very surprised. After looking at each other, they didn't say anything. They stood up and walked out the door carrying two bowls and two plates.

After his two sons went out, Ren Fanyi's eyes burned brightly, "They say that the Kitchen God is in charge of food, destiny, and investigating good and evil."

Ren Fanyi failed the science examination for ten years. He wasted his good time in the examination and his family was ruined. Finally, he recognized it, married a wife and had children. He did not believe in any gods in the world, but when he saw the white porridge, he knew, Maybe there really are gods in this world.

"Maybe that's why I didn't win back then, so today I let my child meet the so-called Kitchen God."

"Destiny of duty."

Ren Fanyi murmured.

"Maybe the Stove Prince can help my family rise to great heights."

(End of this chapter)