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

Chapter 69 Sing and Harmony

After the heavenly soldiers collected all the bowls and chopsticks, the militia team walked out under the leadership of Ren Zhuo.

The two moved tables and chairs with pens, ink and brochures on them, and the militiamen behind them moved food.

It’s time to divide the land and distribute the food.

After the food and personnel were in place, Ren Zhuohuo stood still and looked at the people around him. After looking around, he cleared his throat and then said, "The Stove King has a saying. Everyone who is registered in the register is a citizen of the Stove King."

"The Stove King loves the people, so children under ten years old are given three bushels of food per person, those who are 60 years old or older are given six bushels of food per person, and elderly people over sixty are given four bushels of food."

Everyone listened with their ears pricked up. This was really related to their interests. When they heard such generous treatment, some people immediately knelt on the ground.

"Thank you, Lord Stove!"

The remaining people reacted and knelt down.

"Although it is a year of disaster, my family has not left behind to offer sacrifices to the stove. The Kitchen King has finally appeared."

"Yes, thank you, Lord Stove."

The villagers sighed.

"Quiet!"

Ren Zhuohuo shouted, and the villagers suddenly dared not speak.

"As for the land, it is calculated according to the number of people in the family. One person has one acre of land. If you had your own land in the past, the Kitchen God will count you and give it to you. As for those who are assigned to the fields, they will be compensated as appropriate."

After Ren Zhuoyue's words fell, there was another burst of exclamation and another burst of head heaving. The villagers were grateful.

"Quiet!"

"Now that we've talked about the fields and food, what comes next is also a great thing, so please listen carefully," Ren Zhuo said.

The villagers listened attentively, wondering if there was anything good going on. The first two were already doing very well. Some people vaguely speculated that it had something to do with the heavenly food the soldiers had just eaten.

"Just now, you all saw the white porridge conjured by the Kitchen King's hand with his divine power."

Ren Zhuoyue shouted loudly, but his voice didn't even feel hoarse. The so-called talent was just that.

The villagers nodded repeatedly. They had indeed seen it. It was amazing. Although some villagers heard it, they thought it was almost the same as seeing it.

"Want to eat?"

Ren Zhuoyue asked.

The villagers were silent for a while, and suddenly a bold man shouted, "I want it! Why don't I want to? I can't even dream of it!"

Someone took the lead, and others followed suit, shouting, 'Think. '

Ren Zhuohuo quickly waved his hand to signal everyone to quiet down. When it was quiet, he tilted his head as if listening and asked, "How much do you want to know?"

It seemed that it was that person again, a little bolder, shouting: "I miss you more than my pussy!"

This sentence immediately made some people laugh out loud.

Ren Zhuoyue had a smile on his face and waved his hand to silence, "Not everyone can eat these white porridge."

"Those fragrant white porridge, with blooms of oil, and the salty mustard mustard in one bite."

He was pacing back and forth in the open space between the two parties, under the gaze of everyone, and his voice was full of emotion, which was very stimulating. The white porridge and pickled mustard seemed to be right in front of you, yes, right in front of you, because there were heavenly soldiers not far away. Eat again.

"Then who can eat it?" It was that person again, just like Peng Ke.

"Only those who have made great achievements can eat white porridge and pickled mustard. Now, the Kitchen King wants to save the people of the world and save the people from fire and water. There has been a war for days. If you have made great achievements in war, you can eat white porridge and pickled mustard every day."

What Ren Zhuo said was very high-level. He started from the actual benefits, aroused emotions, raised expectations, and made people follow him, and then stated the final purpose.

"This is what I want to say. All men in the family between the ages of 16 and 40 must be trained as militiamen. In the current situation, on the battlefield, if you kill three people, you can become a heavenly soldier who eats white porridge and pickled mustard."

"Of course, when I was a militiaman, the Kitchen God also took care of the food."

After Ren Zhuoyue finished speaking, the villagers were in an uproar.

It turns out that those who ate white porridge and pickled mustards were heavenly soldiers. It sounded majestic, but those soldiers were just like them. They ate the white porridge and pickled mustards created by the Stove Lord, and they even had the word "Heaven" in their name. If they have achieved military exploits, can they do it too?

And even if it doesn't work, as a militiaman, you still have to take care of your mother's food, and you can't farm at the moment. How can you sit at home and watch the fields for nothing?If you become a militiaman, you will have a guaranteed job, and if you do well, you will rise to the top in one step, and you will be able to make porridge and pickled mustard every day. This fool will not do it.

Ren Zhuohuo looked at these people and continued:

"I know there may be those of you who like to eat plain rice, and you may be thinking, 'Doesn't the Kitchen King love the people? Why not just let us all eat white porridge and pickled mustard?'"

After saying these words, some villagers suddenly felt nervous. They didn't say it out loud. They just thought about it in their hearts. How could this person see it? He is indeed following the Stove King, and maybe he also has some magical skills. No more slander.

"No no."

They hurriedly thought in their hearts, but doubts had already been planted. Indeed, they said that the Kitchen King was the god of the people and loved the people, so why not just give them food.

"The Stove King loves the people, but the Stove King is not your parent. He will pamper you and spoil you. If you are just eating free rice, why should the Stove King support you for free? Besides, you have to honor your parents, not to mention... Kitchen King, right?"

"Li'er, the Stove King is so good. He distributes food and land to us. We are already satisfied. So do we have to pay tribute?"

Na Fangyan shouted again.

Ren Zhuohuo smiled and pressed his hand, "Hey, what I said above is not to blame you for not offering sacrifices. It is simply to let those who don't know what is good know how much kindness they have inherited. It is good to have food and land. Oh, I still want the Kitchen King to give you porridge and pickled mustard for free."

"Your parents see you eating hard food at home every day, and they still call you a prodigal son."

This sentence made people laugh again.

When the laughter subsided, Ren Zhuomo continued: "As for the offerings, you had a hard time in the past, and the Stove King didn't care whether you made offerings or not. This year, even if the Stove King distributes food to you in the disaster year, he won't ask you to take it out. Food is sacrificed to the stove.”

"But after this disaster year, as long as food grows in these fields, you will have to provide half of the food."

Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar. It was not that half a percent was too much, but that it was too little, not an ordinary little. You must know that the food they received throughout the year was only about [-]%, and the rest had to be turned over.

I heard from my parents and grandparents that 200 years ago, in the time of Taizu, there was still a [-]% tax, but now, the Stove Lord only pays half a percent.

It's just like a dream.

"Thank you, Kitchen King!"

People knelt on the ground and kowtowed in gratitude. After a while, they raised their eyes and said:
"My lord, let's talk about being a militiaman. We want to be a militiaman."

"Yeah, we want to be militiamen, and we want to do it now."

Ren Zhuo said with a smile, "Okay, don't rush, I can do it."

"Start now, line up, register first, divide the fields and share the food!"

(End of this chapter)