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

Chapter 72 Why?

"Brother, why are you so groveling to that pretty boy?" Wang Hu said with anger on his face. His eldest brother clearly had three thousand people, which was much more than the pretty boy.

All he had to do was lead a charge and make sure the pretty boy surrendered obediently, but the elder brother refused to let him go, which really made him puzzled and angry.

"That man has the ability to lead troops and is a handsome man." Wang Er had already expected Wang Hu's reaction. This man was only suitable for leading troops and charging into battle on the battlefield. This kind of thing made him understand that it was too difficult to deal with him.

Wang Hu didn't understand what being handsome meant. He only knew that this person didn't give his eldest brother face. But when he saw his eldest brother explaining to him, he also understood that his eldest brother didn't care about it and wouldn't let him say anything more.

Wang Er's team did not set out too far. They found an open area two miles to the southwest of Zhangjia Village and stationed themselves there. He was already prepared to go to the Stove King many times to persuade him, and at least to visit the thatched cottage three times.

"I will go there tomorrow, and you two will come with me without any soldiers."

Wang Er was sitting in the only big tent in the team, looking at Wang Hu and Wang You in the tent and said.

Wang Hu was puzzled, but still nodded. Wang You was thoughtful and thought of the allusion of Liu Guanzhang in the past about "Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage". He glanced across the tent and thought to himself, this time, none of the protagonists in the story of "Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage" is as good as the original text. He is still somewhat self-aware.

Day after day.

Wang Er and three others rushed to Zhangjiacun.

On the way, he met a group of armed farmers. Wang Er looked at the weapons in the hands of these farmers. Most of them were stained with blood, and they had obviously been killed in a fight.

"I think they are the villagers who rebelled nearby," Wang You said. They looked so similar to these people in the past that they could be recognized at a glance now.

"Why did the rebellious peasants come here to defect to the Kitchen King?"

Wang Er looked at these farmers and murmured.

"Hey, why don't you say you are defecting to Big Brother? Let's bypass Yanchang. I think the nearby villagers have got the news and are following us."

Wang Hu's rough voice made the farmers across from him listen.

The farmers came towards Wang Er, and when they came over, they asked respectfully, "May I ask if you are the Kitchen King?"

When Wang Hu heard this, his face darkened. He originally thought that voice had let these people know their origins, but who knew that the first thing these people asked when they came over was whether he was the Stove King.

Wang Er was not surprised. Many of his subordinates came to surrender on their own initiative. Not only were they disaster victims from various places, but there were also many defeated Ming soldiers. After most farmers chose to revolt, they would choose some people who had already revolted. Take refuge.

Big trees attract wind, but big trees also absorb more sunlight, more nutrients, and grow stronger.

"If you blind your dog eyes, the person in front of you is King Shun."

Wang Hu didn't have Wang Er's warning in advance, so this time he couldn't hold back his temper and yelled at the farmer in front of him.

The farmer was stunned and looked at the people around him. Who is King Shun?They haven't heard of it.

Now three people dare to claim the throne?
"Wang Hu, shut up," Wang Er scolded, then smiled and said to the group of farmers, "We are also going to find the Stove King, so why not go together."

Wang Er knew that his reputation might not have spread here yet. To the south of Yanchang and thirty miles south of Baishui Town, his reputation was well known.

The farmer then smiled and said, "Let's go together. I heard it's right in front of here."

The three villages have all come under the rule of the Kitchen King. This news spreads very quickly, so the surrounding landlords or the people who simply cannot survive are moving here.

The sentries had discovered this group of approaching farmers early, but they were used to it. Yesterday alone, many people came to vote sporadically, and today there were only slightly more people.

Outside the landlord's compound of the Zhang family, it happened to be in the direction where this group of people came.When it was time to catch up with the meal, the heavenly soldiers were all eating, squatting and holding white porridge, with a plate of mustard at their feet, or pouring mustard directly into the white porridge, and a bowl of delicious white porridge appeared.

The militiamen's breakfast was wheat paste, and a hundred militiamen were pulled out to watch the approaching people.

They smelled the aroma of porridge from a distance.

"Brother, it smells so good."

Wang Hu's nose twitched. It tasted like rice porridge. They had found some white rice at the magistrate's house in Chengxian County. At that time, they were so excited that they cooked a big pot of porridge and drank it, but it was not as fragrant as it is now.

Wang Er also smelled the smell, "Is the Kitchen King so rich?"

They fought from the south to the north, and the landlord Laocai, the county magistrate, and the government. The most abundant stuff in the granary was millet and highland barley, and rice was a rarity. Now I could smell such a fragrant rice porridge.

Could it be that the New Year is celebrated early?

"It's true! It's true, Edi Niang, she is indeed the Kitchen King." Unlike Wang Er and the other three, the eyes of the people who came to vote were shining, and their whole bodies were trembling, as if they had seen some great happy event.

Can you not be excited? Those rumors turned out to be true. As soon as the Stove King waved his hand, there was white rice porridge. Those who became heavenly soldiers had rice porridge to drink. Those squatting people must be those who became heavenly soldiers. It is really enviable. .

"Brother, what are you saying is true?"

The king was very puzzled as to why these people were so excited. The people who came to vote for him in the past did not look like this.

"The Kitchen King is real! This is the real Kitchen King!"

The man replied excitedly, "I won't tell you anymore, I want to join the militia."

As he said that, the farmers in front of them hurriedly walked towards the Stove King's men and horses who were coming to greet them.

Wang Er was stunned. What this man said was not the same as what Bai said. How could he be a fake if he was really the Kitchen King?

The people coordinating the troops were Ren Zhuozhou and Zhao Shicheng. They were sitting behind a table. Zhao Shicheng was holding a book, while Ren Zhuozhou was greeting people to line up and register here.

"Wang Wu, militiamen, six dou of grain, do you have any family members? If you bring one piece to register tomorrow, it will be three dou of grain for the children and four dou of grain for the elderly."

The people who came to vote were greeted and lined up in a long line. The person facing him listened to Ren Zhuoyue's words with a happy face.

"No, it's just me. I came here as a refugee."

"Single family, one acre of land, go over there to get food, and then wait and stand."

Ren Zhuoyue shouted, Zhao Shicheng registered.

Wang Er looked at this scene in astonishment. The chaotic team that was originally with him actually formed a straight line after arriving in front of the table, just because the man shouted.

His team also distributes food. Why isn't it so neat? As for the land, it's not necessary. No hair can grow on the land now. It's okay if some of it can't be eaten.

"Is it because I don't have a birthplace?"

Wang Er fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)