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

Chapter 8 Follow
Liu Zhenhua's words made the victims panic.

Being able to eat food tonight is very attractive to the refugees fleeing the famine along the way.

"Young Master, how can we believe your empty words?"

A middle-aged man stood up and looked at Liu Zhenhua and said, his words were echoed by most people.

After all, Liu Zhenhua and his party did not carry any food with them, and there was no place with food nearby during their journey.

Otherwise they would not have rushed to Tianjin City.

Ren Hongli heard this and wanted to refute them, but was previously told by Liu Zhenhua not to reveal that he could produce food.

He scratched his head and scratched his head.

"It's up to you whether you believe it or not. Anyway, if you come with me, you will have food to eat at night," Liu Zhenhua stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

There is no requirement for these people to follow Liu Zhenhua.

"If you are willing to follow my step forward and come to me, I only need 35 people at most. If you don't want to, you can do it yourself."

After Liu Zhenhua finished speaking, he stopped talking and just looked at the victims quietly.

They are basically very thin, with haggard faces, and only a few of them look stronger.

I have to say that Liu Zhenhua still admires them for being able to walk from Shaanxi to Tianjin.

Some victims turned around and walked directly towards Tianjin City. Compared with Liu Zhenhua's illusory promises, the tangible Tianjin City in front was obviously more convincing.

The expressions on some people's faces were hesitant and entangled. They looked at Liu Zhenhua and looked him up and down.

Only Liu Zhenhua's clothes in front of him seemed to be from a better family, while the others were basically wearing linen clothes.

This group didn’t have any luggage.

In modern times, Liu Zhenhua's behavior would be considered a piece of cake.

Some victims who were hesitant at first turned around and left. They followed the team and headed towards Tianjin City.

One after another, there were only a dozen or so people left here, and the relatively strong people Liu Zhenhua had seen before were among these dozen or so people.

These people are still a little confused.

One of the six-foot-tall men (a foot in the Ming Dynasty was 31 to 33 centimeters) stood up. He looked at Liu Zhenhua and said, "Young master, can you really give us food?"

Liu Zhenhua looked at these people with a smile: "I told you that if you believe it, come to me. If you don't believe it, please do it yourself."

At this moment, he really wanted to take out a folding fan and put it in front of him to fan himself. That would make him look more stylish.

These people looked at each other and nodded one after another. The same person took a step forward, cupped his hands and said: "In that case, a dozen of us will follow you. If you can't bring out food at night, I will leave. I hope you can Don’t stop it.”

"It's natural."

Liu Zhenhua nodded, and he was very satisfied with having these dozen people following him.

The number of people in the team doubled.

Liu Zhenhua opened the panel and took a look.

Counting him, there are now 30 members of the force.

Thirty reputation points can be obtained every day.

"In less than a year, farmers in Shaanxi, Henan and other places have revolted."

Liu Zhenhua thought, there are still almost eight months left.

Enough for him to accumulate strength in Shaanxi.

Liu Zhenhua had seen a post on the Internet before.

The question is, if I have five thousand heavy cavalry, will I be sentenced to death if the emperor discovers it?
Five thousand heavy cavalry is enough to destroy a country in any dynasty.If you give Liu Zhenhua enough time and accumulate enough reputation, you can accumulate these five thousand heavy cavalry.

Walking on the road, the villagers of Ren's family followed Liu Zhenhua on his left, while the victims of the previous disaster followed on Liu Zhenhua's right.

"What's your name?" Liu Zhenhua suddenly turned around and asked.

The eight-foot-tall man from before was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that Liu Zhenhua would take the initiative to talk to him.

After he came to his senses, he quickly said: "To answer the question, young master, my name is Yang Lichao."

Liu Zhenhua saw that this man's speech and behavior did not look like a farmer digging in the soil, and vaguely, these people seemed to be headed by him.

"Have you ever read a book?"

"I used to work as a book boy for the young master in a wealthy family."

Yang Lichao explained that he had no further explanation, and Liu Zhenhua did not ask further questions.

The group walked fifteen miles, and Liu Zhenhua looked around. Everywhere he saw was desolate, with some scattered shadows in the distance, but the path they were traveling on did not overlap with that of Liu Zhenhua and others.

"Stop and eat."

Liu Zhenhua stretched out his hand to signal everyone to stop.

Hearing this, Ren Zhuohuo and others' eyes shone, and Ren Hongli even stuck out his tongue and licked his lips. The delicious taste of white porridge and pickled mustard yesterday was deeply imprinted in their minds.

Just hearing Liu Zhenhua say that the meal is ready, their mouths are constantly secreting saliva.

Thinking of being able to eat these things every day in the future, Ren Zhuoyue and others felt like they were dreaming.

Different from the reaction of Ren Zhuoyue and others, the people on Yang Lichao's side were full of doubts.

Have dinner?What kind of meal?

The surroundings were desolate, and Liu Zhenhua and others had no luggage, no food, no water, no pots and pans.

If you eat with your head, should you eat the Guanyin soil dug out from the ground?
Isn't this playing tricks on them?

Thinking of this, some people's expressions changed one after another. Although they had expected that this situation might occur, they still felt a little angry when this situation was actually put in front of them.

"Well, young master, you don't have any packages in this wilderness. How can we eat? If we don't have food, just say so and we will leave first."

Yang Lichao also felt that this man was a little unreasonable and had some doubts in his heart. Could it be that he really felt wrong?
Liu Zhenhua shook his head, and then pointed to the empty ground in front of him.

"The food is here."

The ground was bare with no weeds at all.

Yang Lichao and others' faces turned green. Are they really eating dirt? Are they playing tricks on them like this?

He only felt a rush of hot blood rushing to his forehead, and his face was a little red with anger. He really saw it wrong, this person was entertaining them.

"Why should you"

"Porridge!"

Before Yang Lichao could finish speaking, he was interrupted by an exclamation.

Then I smelled the aroma of porridge, with a hint of pickles.

Yang Lichao had smelled such a porridge aroma before when he was a gun boy in the He family clan, but then the He family became more and more depressed. Until just now, he had never smelled such a strong porridge aroma.

Turning around, the man who had exclaimed earlier looked at the ground in shock.

So are the people around you
Looking blankly along the man's gaze toward the ground, Yang Lichao was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

Eleven bowls of white porridge and eleven plates of pickled mustard were neatly placed on the floor, with wooden chopsticks placed across the white porridge.
(End of this chapter)