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

Chapter 58 Vote
One day after another, I had just eaten.

Two hundred heavenly soldiers and two hundred militiamen gathered in the training ground.

Liu Zhenhua accumulated enough reputation points to increase the number of reputation meals distributed from two meals a day to three meals a day.

Ancient farmers did not have the habit of having three meals a day. They only had one meal each in the morning and evening. Although prestige meals were three meals a day, it was impossible for Liu Zhenhua to let a single heavenly soldier enjoy three meals a day at this stage. Two hundred bowls of white porridge and pickled mustard a day, which is another hundred quota for the Heavenly Soldiers.

After a few days of training, the militia team has gained some discipline. Now they spend their free time asking when the war will start and when they will go to other villages to fight landlords.

They can also gain military honors.

The extra quota now can be used to promote the militiamen.

Liu Zhenhua is not afraid that one hundred places are not enough. Killing three people can be promoted to heavenly soldiers and one hundred militiamen, which means they need to kill 300 people. Some people will kill less, and some people will kill more. Therefore, how many people It takes a thousand heads to enable all these militiamen to advance to the heavenly ranks.

At present, which landlord's house can have a thousand living combat forces.

Even if you include the three landlord families, there may not be 1000 people.

Of course, if someone kills innocent people indiscriminately and takes military merit, it can be regarded as helping Liu Zhenhua once. As a modern person who has seen a lot of chicken soup, Liu Zhenhua knows very well that people can teach people a hundred words but it is useless. lifelong.

Liu Zhenhua's repeated warnings were no more powerful than killing one person to scare the monkeys.

There were not many pre-war declarations, and they were still the same as "Kill the landlords and corrupt officials, equalize the land, punish the evil and promote the good."

This is already the thinking of this army. When five people play a game, they have to clearly aim at knocking down the tower. If they want to achieve great things, they must first unify their thinking.

Li Zicheng, who rose to prominence in the late Ming Dynasty, preached everywhere that "no food will be paid when King Chuang comes".

""Long live the Stove Lord! "

After Liu Zhenhua finished speaking, the heavenly soldiers and militiamen shouted suddenly, with fanatical expressions on their faces. The heavenly soldiers wanted to make meritorious deeds, because meritorious deeds could get rewards, land, or gold and silver, and they could now eat enough. Naturally, I want to save some belongings.

The militiamen wanted to achieve military merit even more, because military merit meant that they could become heavenly soldiers and be able to eat porridge and pickled mustard from the Kitchen God.

The white porridge and pickled mustard created by the magic of the gods not only looks delicious, but it is also said to have other effects after eating it.

For example, it can strengthen the body, strengthen yang and nourish the kidneys, and maybe it can also prolong life. After all, it was conjured by gods.

These were all spread among the heavenly soldiers, and Liu Zhenhua also heard about them. He just smiled after hearing them. Of course, they can strengthen the body, strengthen yang and kidneys, and prolong life.

In this era, anyone who can eat porridge and pickled mustard every day will be stronger and stronger than ordinary disaster victims. Their kidneys will naturally be better than usual, and they will naturally live longer.

Or he is fooling the people. Naturally, Liu Zhenhua will not do anything to undermine himself. He even deliberately spreads this news to make the militiamen even more eager for the quota of heavenly soldiers.

"Lijia Village, landlord Li Hongguang."

After Liu Zhenhua's general mobilization, Ren Zhuozhou came forward and read out a message against thieves.

"The landowner of the Li family, Li Hongguang, pays excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes. In the fish and meat village, his crime deserves to be punished by the clan."

It's exactly the same thing, but the militia soldiers don't care at all and won't pay attention to it. They may not even know the meaning of this idiom in Yurouxiang.

But they know that if they fight and gain merit, that is enough.

Liu Zhenhua was riding a tall horse. This time he learned equestrian skills and was finally able to ride a horse. The team of 400 people headed south in a mighty manner. Lijia Village was in the south, and these were the more famous landowners near Jiaokou Town.As soon as we walked out of the village, not far away, a group of people came diagonally toward the southwest.

Everyone was immediately alert. Liu Zhenhua squinted his eyes and looked at those people. They all looked like farmers and tenants nearby. Their bodies were stained with blood and they were holding utensils in their hands, whether they were hoes, rakes or kitchen knives.

It seems that they are also a peasant rebel army.

"Ask them what they do."

Liu Zhenhua stared at this group of people and said, "These people seem to be coming to Zhangjiacun now. Are they going to beat him as the landlord of Zhangjia Village?"
Thinking of this, Liu Zhenhua shook his head. It was most likely not the case. During this period, he sent spies out to inquire. What happened here has been spread, and he has become famous.

These people are farmers nearby and should know the situation here.

"Is it possible that you came to seek refuge with me?"

Liu Zhenhua thought that when people in one place rebelled, people around them would follow suit. Some people who relied on a moment of courage to rebel, but then didn't know what to do and even got a little panicky, often looked for others to defect to.

"What are you doing in front!"

Ren Zhuohuo came to the front and shouted at the group of people, his tone was like a bandit.

Those people stopped 20 meters away, and the team seemed a little turbulent. After a while, a relatively strong-looking farmer standing in the center stood out with a hatchet and a dark and shiny cloth bag in his right hand.

The man said to Ren Zhuohuo in front of him, "Brother, are you the Kitchen King's men?"

"Yes, are you?"

"That's great, we are here to see the Kitchen King."

The man had a smile on his face when he heard Ren Zhuoyue's words, and he was about to step forward with a hatchet and a cloth bag.

Ren Zhuozhou immediately tilted his steel stick, pointed at the man and shouted, "Put down the weapon in your hand, and what is that cloth bag?"

The man was slapped by Ren Zhuozhou and his body paused. Then he obviously reacted, with a hint of embarrassment on his face, "Sorry, sorry, I forgot."

As he spoke, he put down the hatchet in his hand, then squatted down and placed the cloth bag on the ground, "Inside this cloth bag is the head of Liu Dazhuang, the landlord of Shanggou."

As he spoke, he untied the cloth bag, and there was a human head standing inside.

Since it was summer, the head was already emitting a slight stench, mixed with the smell of blood. It turned out that the cloth bag was not shiny, but soaked in blood.

Some militiamen immediately pinched their noses. Although they followed the heavenly soldiers to kill people that day, the bodies were quickly buried.

The Shanggou landowner is also a landowner around the nearby Jiaokou Town. His strength is not as good as that of the Zhang family landowner. He is now being placed on this cloth as a certificate of surrender.

"I really came here to vote."

Liu Zhenhua made a plan in his mind when he saw this scene.

Naturally, he would not refuse. These people had fought against the landlords and could be used as militia after some training.

"This is the land deed and field deed of Mr. Liu's house."

(End of this chapter)