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

Chapter 7
"The child's father"

Ren Heitu's mother, a short woman, sobbed and pulled the farmer beside her.

The latter patted the woman on the shoulder and said, "The child has grown up, let him be."

"Mom and dad, don't worry, I will definitely come back and have a look," Ren Heitu waved his fist. The young man couldn't help feeling sad about parting, his mind was filled with the distant scenery.

Next, seven or eight young men followed Ren Zhuoyue one after another.

They say goodbye to their loved ones without any baggage.

It's hot summer right now, so there's no need for any winter quilts, and besides, these people don't have any.

In terms of food, the Stove Lord is right next to him, which is a mobile grain warehouse. Why do we need food? What's more, these people don't have it either.

"Kitchen Lord, don't we have to continue working?"

Ren Zhuoqiao asked if they were escaping from service.

Liu Zhenhua shook his head, "We were not on the service roster in the first place. It was the person who sold the official position who deliberately made things difficult. I had to pay three taels of gold and ten labors to buy a ninth-grade one. It doesn't even count. The servant."

Liu Zhenhua estimated that the people who sold their jobs were the same as the labor dispatchers in the previous life. They could get as much money as they wanted per person.

That's why it's done.

"I see."

Ren Zhuoyue nodded.

They moved all the way to the southwest, bypassing Tianjin City. Refugees can be seen everywhere in the northeast direction of the moat of Tianjin City, and horse bandits often hang out there.

So it's not safe to go from there.

We walked forward for about five miles, and it was a wilderness all the way, with almost no green plants on the road.

There has not been a drop of rain in the north for almost half a year. Not only have grain grains not been harvested, but the vegetation along the way has withered and withered, and almost everything that can be eaten by the refugees has been eaten.

Liu Zhenhua remembers seeing a post that said, "Why didn't people in ancient famine go into the water to catch fish? Is it because they didn't know how to do it?"

When Liu Zhenhua saw this post, his reaction was the same as seeing a post from time travel. This is a question that only a few heads of a dog can ask.

What does famine represent? It is almost always linked to severe drought. If you go fishing in the water, can you still suffer from famine as long as there is water?
Even the northern part of the canal has dried up, not to mention other rivers along the way.

The victims were like locusts along the way, eating the leaves, bark, trunks, grass roots, and finally the Guanyin soil.

If you can't eat it for two days, you will die of bloating.

Fortunately, Liu Zhenhua didn't answer this question at the beginning, otherwise he wouldn't have gone into the water to catch fish if he really traveled through Golden Finger.

When he thought about this post and looked at the tragic situation in the world, Liu Zhenhua couldn't help but sigh that Mr. Yuan has passed through the ages.

We traveled another five miles.

I saw a group of disaster victims from a distance.

These victims were moving forward slowly like black ants. Their destination seemed to be Tianjin City, hoping to find a place where the government would give out porridge.

"Kitchen Lord"

"From now on, call me Young Master Liu. Unless we are already close, don't mention the Stove Lord." Liu Zhenhua said, now is not the time.

"Okay," Ren Zhuomo nodded, "Master Liu, do we want to go around?"

At present, these disaster victims are often accompanied by dangers on their way forward. These people are very hungry.

Liu Zhenhua took them around to the northeast of Tianjin for the sake of the victims gathered there.
Liu Zhenhua thought about it and found that his current upper limit for prestige meals is 50 people. At present, including Liu Zhenhua, he can only obtain twelve points of prestige a day, which is too inefficient. "We can go there and look for some young men," Liu Zhenhua had an idea in his mind, and then he said, "Let's go and have a look."

The group of people believed that Liu Zhenhua was the only leader, so naturally they would not object.

As they walked towards the victims, the victims were also coming towards them. Although Liu Zhenhua and others looked plainly dressed, they did not look as embarrassed as they did. They probably were not refugees, maybe they came from Tianjin.

Secondly, they can ask for directions. They don't know the specific location of Tianjin City, so they are just following a general direction.

"Master, please give me something to eat."

The group of victims soon met Liu Zhenhua and his party. There were about a hundred people in this group, including old, weak, women and children. Walking in the front was a rickety old man whose face could not be seen clearly and knelt down in front of Liu Zhenhua.

Ren Zhuozhou and Ren Hongli stood by Liu Zhenhua's side to prevent the victims from wanting to take action, but they were obviously overly worried.

There didn't seem to be any packages on them, so how could they have food? Some victims just glanced at them and then looked back, waiting for the people in front of them to ask for directions.

"Old man, we don't have food with us," Liu Zhenhua looked at the old man in front of him. He had not used the prestige meal today, but he was unwilling to give it to these people.

If you take it out, you will definitely be relied on by these people, dragged down, and you will be saved for a while.

Hearing Liu Zhenhua's words, the old man didn't feel sorry. He just asked according to his habit, so he didn't have much hope.

They have become accustomed to who has food along the way. Those who have food can be seen at a glance. They are dressed luxuriously and have guards.

"Okay," the old man shook his head, "then do you know which direction Tianjin City is?"

the old man asked.

Liu Zhenhua pointed to them, "Go northeast, it will be about ten miles away."

The old man raised his eyes without saying thanks, as if he didn't want to waste more energy.

He moved his heavy steps in the direction of Liu Zhenhua's finger.

The front means hope that they can survive if the government provides relief.

The victims passed by Liu Zhenhua one after another, and some looked at them with malicious eyes.

However, when they saw the strong Ren Hongli and several strong young men, they withdrew their gaze.

These people had nothing to eat, so there was no need to rob them.

It's not necessarily a waste of effort to please someone.

"Is there any young man willing to follow me? I'm going to Shaanxi. I can provide food," Liu Zhenhua suddenly said.

Some victims stopped and looked at Liu Zhenhua. Their eyes lit up when he mentioned food.

"You don't have any food with you, how can you provide food?"

Someone asked, how could Liu Zhenhua and his party have food to eat since they had no luggage or packages on them.

"Yes."

The people around him weakly echoed.

"Of course I have a way. As long as you are young and strong and willing to follow me, you will be able to eat food tonight."

Liu Zhenhua didn't want to take out the porridge directly. There would always be problems if there were too little porridge but too many people. Uneven distribution would always cause problems. He only needed 50 people at most, so he just needed to maintain his daily reputation gain.

It is not too late to use reputation to upgrade the number of personnel in the future before starting to expand.

(End of this chapter)