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

Chapter 53 Monk Wang

The villagers eagerly waited for their turn to share the grain. The slightly rotten smell of old grain was full of great temptation in their eyes.

This is hard currency in rural areas. You can have no money, but you must have food.

They were waiting anxiously, but it was not because they were afraid that the Stove Lord would go back on his word. What the Stove Lord had done these days was to distribute white porridge every day, kill landlords, give more land to those who got the credit, divide the land equally among them, and reward them as promised. Punishment means punishment. A Stove Lord who has clear rewards and punishments, who is true to his words and worthy of their respect and trust has already been established in the hearts of these people.

Before the food was distributed, a heavenly soldier holding rebar quickly walked up to Liu Zhenhua.

Tell Liu Zhenhua that there is a monk named Monk Wang at the entrance of the village who wants to see the Stove Lord and has something important to discuss.

Liu Zhenhua was confused. He was familiar with Monk Wang. He went through it in his mind and had a slight impression that Wang Er was also named Wang, and many of the peasant rebels he contacted had the same surname.

Wang Er, Wang Jiayin, Wang Monk, Wang Daliang, it can be said that half of the Shaanxi Uprising was held up by the Wang surname.

"What does this kid want to do with me? He won't want to join forces with me, will he?"

Liu Zhenhua has regarded him as a successful leader of the rebel army. Perhaps he came here because he wanted to find someone to join forces with him to resist the Ming army, just like Wang Er.

"See you last time."

After all, someone else is also the leader of the rebel army, and his social status is the same as him, so there is no need to offend others too much now.

but.

Meeting each other does not mean joining forces. The inequality immediately disappears. It is impossible to join forces. If he were not afraid of making these people angry, Liu Zhenhua would even want to ask, do you have a key?Do you deserve it?How many?

With 20 soldiers from heaven, Liu Zhenhua rushed towards the entrance of the village. When he reached the entrance of the village, Liu Zhenhua was shocked by the appearance of the people in front of him. They were all in ragged clothes, with blood stains all over them, and looked very embarrassed.

There is nothing remotely like a successful person here.

"This kid won't fail in his uprising, right?"

Liu Zhenhua was a little stunned. In a situation like this in northern Shaanxi, the government had almost no defense and a group of weak soldiers could still fail.

He has never heard of someone failing so early.

"Either my history is not good, or that sentence cannot be fully believed in history."

Liu Zhenhua sighed in his heart. He had been doing things with the little knowledge of Ming Dynasty history in his mind. He probably didn't know when he would die. His appearance here was completely contrary to historical common sense.

Monk Wang stared at the people in front of him. The person surrounded in the middle should be the Kitchen King. He was indeed a man of great appearance. No wonder the uprising was successful.

The people under his command all look quite extraordinary. Not to mention anything else, just the neatly arranged team and the uniform footsteps, Monk Wang feels that the Ming soldiers in Yanchuan County are probably not as good as them. these soldiers.

"I'm not much worse than him. Time is fate. If I were in this village and he was in that county, and the people under my command were swapped with the people under his, maybe I wouldn't fail."

Monk Wang thought to himself that he did not feel inferior to others.

"This must be the Kitchen King."

Monk Wang took a step forward, looked at Liu Zhenhua and said.

As soon as he made a move, the people in front of him gathered around Liu Zhenhua with steel rods, obviously wary of them.Monk Wang was displeased and was wary of what he would do, but he didn't show it too much.

Liu Zhenhua stretched out his hand to signal everyone to put down their sticks, then looked at Monk Wang, "What do you want from me?"

This man thought that the uprising had failed, and there were only so many people who were being hunted. Liu Zhenhua was a little amused. He had also seen this man's previous inspection. The expression shown by Monk Wang was the same as when he was surrounded by his roommates. The expression on my roommate's face after he brutally killed the other person in the game was written all over his face, 'I can do it too.'

Liu Zhenhua's tone was not polite. Monk Wang felt awkward, but he wanted to ask for help at the moment. He hid his inner thoughts, lowered his posture slightly, cupped his hands and said, "King Stove, I got up in Yanchuan County yesterday. Something happened, but something unexpected happened, and the Yanchuan County Magistrate seemed to have been on guard."

"I have hundreds of brothers, and now these are the only ones left."

Monk Wang seemed to have some lingering fears about what happened last night. Fortunately, he planned to take advantage of the darkness to act. Otherwise, he might not be able to escape at dawn, and he would be beheaded as a rebel today.

Liu Zhenhua complained in his heart. He captured Zhangjiacun that day. It is estimated that the Zhangjia master had already asked someone to report to the official when the fighting started.

When the county magistrate learned that there was a mob uprising and it was so close to Yanchuan County, he must be on guard. Are you stupid?
More than 300 people, so many died, but the dozens of people around him are still following Monk Wang and not fleeing. They are all talented people. Yesterday, I witnessed that so many people around me were killed, and now they are still standing here. At the very least, his psychological quality is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Liu Zhenhua looked at these people with admiration, they were all heroes.

Of course, the Monk Wang in front of him didn't look very smart.

"I came here today in the hope that the Kitchen King can help me to revolt in Yanchuan and take Yanchuan County. At the same time, the large Yanchuan County and the surrounding villages and towns are just a mess."

"At that time, monk, I will definitely repay the Kitchen King with a happy life."

Monk Wang continued.

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Liu Zhenhua looked at this man speechlessly. He didn't understand why this man could say such a thing. There were only so many people around him. How could a loser say such a thing?

This sentence is like a person who failed to start a business and came to Dad Ma and said, give me 100 billion, I will buy xx software, and then the shares will be divided.

Such people can leave their names in history probably only because they started to rebel.

They are considered to be the group that failed at the forefront.

The surrounding heavenly soldiers couldn't help but murmur in their hearts, why could this man be so shameless?

"What do you think, Kitchen King, do you want to join forces?"

Monk Wang looked at Liu Zhenhua and asked.

"If you want to join me and start as a militiaman, I will definitely not refuse. But if you want to join forces with me and take Yanchuan, then you should go wherever you come from."

Liu Zhenhua shook his head. If Monk Wang came by himself and said these words to Liu Zhenhua, Liu Zhenhua would probably tell him to get lost. Now this man was followed by a group of forty or fifty heroes. Liu Zhenhua was quite polite to him and wanted to kill him. These forty or fifty heroes joined the team.

"This"

Monk Wang's expression changed and he couldn't stand it anymore. After all, he was once the leader of hundreds of people, so he was subordinated to others. Moreover, he started from the militia and was not as good as a small soldier. Isn't this humiliating him?

(End of this chapter)