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

Chapter 52 Food Distribution

Let these people have their own property, food, and land. If they don't want to lose these things, they can only follow Liu Zhenhua's idea to serve as soldiers, get free food, and gain military exploits in exchange for land gold and silver rewards.

Although the Chinese have been in awe of the gods since ancient times, they have never placed all their hopes on the gods like foreigners.

For example, although some places worship the Dragon King, if the Dragon King fails to do his job well and suffers from drought for consecutive years, the local villagers will move the Dragon King out of the Dragon King Temple. This is called "Shading the Dragon King".

He even believed that gods could be teased. He, Liu Zhenhua, took the name of Stove Lord, and this Stove Lord was one of the gods who were teased. When people offered sacrifices to the Stove, they had rice cakes and sesame candies, thinking that this would be okay. Stick to the mouth of the Kitchen God, and the Kitchen God will observe good and evil. In this way, even if people do something wrong, they will not be afraid of the Kitchen God reporting it to the Jade Emperor.

As for profit, everything in the world is for profit, and everything in the world is for profit. Liu Zhenhua's identity as a god, and then allocate the benefits to these people, the gods fool the fool, and the benefits tie up the wise, it is simply a sure death.

As soon as Liu Zhenhua said that he wanted to share the food, the surrounding villagers and heavenly soldiers immediately knelt on the ground.

The heavenly soldiers kowtowed to Liu Zhenhua. Although Liu Zhenhua usually took care of the food and gave them white rice porridge to drink, and also gave them valuable weapons, they always felt that something was missing. Food and land were all available now. The feeling in their hearts The gap was finally filled.

In the past, they supported Liu Zhenhua as king and saved the world, but now they have something more practical, protecting the existing land and food to obtain more land and food.

The rest of the villagers worshiped Liu Zhenhua. Not only did they get fields, but now they also had food. In the past, they were in awe of Liu Zhenhua's magical methods, but now, they support the Stove Lord from the bottom of their hearts.

The emperor who was far away in the capital would only plunder them, impose excessive taxes, and watch them become displaced and starve to death in the wilderness during this drought year. How could he distribute land and food to them?

"Thank you, Lord Stove!"

they all shouted.

It wasn’t just someone who shouted, “Long live the Stove Lord!”

Others followed suit and shouted.

"Long live the Kitchen King!"

"Long live the Kitchen King!"

It’s better to call the Stove King than to call him “Long Live the Dog Emperor”.

The shouts shook the sky. Liu Zhenhua looked at this scene. 500 people knelt on the ground and shouted non-stop. This scene was very shocking. It was unimaginable that he was standing on the high steps, surrounded by hundreds of civil and military officials, and countless Imperial Guards. Or something like that, the scene of people below kneeling down and shouting long live.

Thinking about it makes people feel extremely excited, and the smell of power is permeated. Liu Zhenhua's desire to pursue that position at this moment has almost reached its peak.

Before that, he was just trying to control his destiny in his own hands.

Liu Zhenhua can be regarded as somewhat understanding of Zhao Gao's words as an actor: he climbed to the top step by step.

Monk Wang listened to the loud shouts in his ears. His face was stained with blood, and his face looked a little ugly. The uprisings in various places sounded very smooth, with almost no failures or annihilations.

But he was defeated. After the news came out from the county government, he immediately rebelled and wanted to discredit the killing soldiers. Who knew that the county magistrate had been on guard for a long time, and hundreds of people came back. Now there are forty or fifty, almost... It can be said that he returned in defeat, which almost left him with no prestige at all.

If these people were not now grasshoppers in the same boat as him, they would probably all scatter and not gather around him.

Now he fled here overnight, but when he heard the shouts inside, he felt very depressed. They were all human beings, they were all rebels. Why were others claiming the title of king, and even the people under his command could shout long live in such a neat manner? Long live, this treatment is almost the same as that of an emperor.Why is the gap between people so big? Such a huge contrast makes Monk Wang feel a little depressed.

But now, he still had to rely on the strength of this man to start another uprising. Monk Wang suppressed his thoughts and walked towards the village.

The heavenly soldiers slurped down the white porridge, and the pickled mustard was crunchy and crunchy. The villagers looked at the soldiers with envy as they ate the white porridge and pickled mustard.

Some of them have eaten these white porridge and mustard mustard, and their mouths and stomachs still remember how fragrant the white porridge and mustard mustard are. They have also had white porridge and rice before, but there has never been any white rice porridge that can be compared with the white rice porridge conjured by the Kitchen God, and the same is true for mustard mustard. in this way.

Some have never eaten it, but smelling the aroma of the porridge and looking at the faces of these people eating with such enjoyment that they want to eat the bowls, they know how delicious the white porridge and pickled mustard are.

"Mama, when I grow up I want to be a soldier."

"Son, you are so powerful. When you are older, go into battle and kill the enemy. If you kill three people, you will be a natural soldier. Then the Kitchen God will personally give you the magic weapon and give you porridge."

The woman looked at her sallow and thin son and said.

"Okay, kill the enemy, become a heavenly soldier, eat plain porridge, and receive the divine weapon."

There are heavenly soldiers and militiamen. If the militiamen kill three people, they can be promoted to heavenly soldiers. This is the rule Liu Zhenhua just made.

After eating, it was time to get down to business, and the grain that had hit the sacks was taken out.

"The Ren family, three adults, eighteen buckets of food, please come forward to receive the food."

Ren Fanyi sat in front of a wooden table. The book in front of him recorded the names of more than 500 people under Liu Zhenhua.

A family has six bushels of food for adults, three bushels for children, and four bushels for the elderly.

There may not be that much gold and silver in the landlord's house, but there is definitely an abundance of food.

Every year they plunder and deduct the grain from the tenants' homes, and use part of the grain handed over by the tenants to deduct taxes. There is a lot of grain stored in the granary. If it were not for the drought in northern Shaanxi, the grain piled below would probably have become moldy. blacken.

Even so, the grain below can be regarded as old grain.

"By the way, there are old grains and new grains. You all originally received the old grains, but the Stove Lord loves his people like his own sons and is not willing to let you suffer losses. Those who receive old grains can receive an extra dou on top of the original grains."

Ren Fanyi mentioned that his family had followed Liu Zhenhua when he left Tianjin. He was considered a senior member of the team, so he naturally had to take the lead.

"Then I want the old grain. I have to eat it these days anyway. The old grain and the new grain are almost the same. There is one more dou of old grain. There are three people in my family, so there are three more dou."

Ren Zhuo said, and then came to Ren Hongli and others who were distributing grain, and received 21 buckets of grain.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the people also made up their minds to choose Chen Liang. What Ren Zhuo Zhuo said was indeed reasonable. Many of them are not heavenly soldiers. They will start eating as soon as they are given grain. Chen Liang can also be eaten, but they cannot be stored for too long. After a long time, the extra bucket of food is a real deal.

(End of this chapter)