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

Chapter 80 Zhu Youjian and Yang He

Hearing that the people were almost talking about the name of the Stove King, Ma Maocai felt sad. As a native of northern Shaanxi, how could he not know the name of the Stove King, who was in charge of the people's diet.

Sadly, the people no longer have any hope for the dynasty, and instead place all their hopes on gods. Ma Maocai, as an intellectual, knows best that if there are gods, why would northern Shaanxi be like this, and why would the people be like this?
"We must report this to the emperor. Water can carry a boat but it can also capsize it. People in the world don't believe that the emperor believes in gods," Ma Maocai said worriedly.

He and his entourage joined a small group of refugees. Knowing that the leader was named Wang Fei, Ma Maocai asked him, "Brother Wang, why are you all talking about the Kitchen King but not the Yanchuan government? Don't they have any relief?" For you?"

Ma Maocai left Yan'an Mansion, and his next stop was to go to Yanchuan. When he was approaching Yanchuan, he met these people who were named Stove King.

Hearing this, Wang Fei showed a hint of disdain and a sneer on his face, "Haha, Yanchuan County has closed its city gates for a long time. It's been almost a month. We are already thankful that those dog officials don't treat us as rebels and arrest us for military merit. Why? We still expect these people to help us.”

What happened in front of the city gate of Yanchuan County that day has been spread around by the fleeing villagers. The military family is receiving official salary, but does not consider the people. In turn, they want to arrest the common people, take military merit, and squeeze out the last profit and water. .

After hearing this, Ma Mao realized that Yan'an Prefecture could not help these victims, let alone a small Yanchuan County.

"If you have the time and hope for help from the government, you might as well quickly find the Kitchen King and follow him as a soldier, where you can eat well and drink spicy food."

A trace of longing appeared on Wang Fei's face, and so did the people around him when he heard this. The news of the Kitchen King had already spread rapidly around Jiaokou Town in Yanchuan County.

Ma Maocai and his followers noticed the expressions on these people's faces. Are they hallucinations due to hunger? How can they find the Stove King who exists in mythology?

But this is not the case for so many people. Ma Maocai asked, "Where are you going to find the Stove King?"

After speaking, Ma Maocai immediately felt that the people around him were looking at him and others with strange eyes, and his followers became nervous to prevent these victims from rising at any time.

"Are you guys from out of town?"

Wang Fei asked, "It's normal for outsiders not to know."

Ma Maocai nodded and said, "We are from Ansai and don't know the situation here."

"It's okay, haha," Wang Fei smiled generously, "You guys come with us. When we get to Kitchen King's place, we will be a family."

Before they became people who could not survive, the people still maintained their simplicity and innocence. If they met outsiders in the village, some people might be xenophobic, but now they are all victims of the disaster, and the people will wait. Treat people as poor people like themselves.

'When we arrived at the Kitchen King's place,' Ma Maocai seemed to get some clues, and his expression became a little serious. "Is it possible that there are people with ulterior motives who spread the teachings through the disasters of the people? Or in the name of God."

The people are ignorant and are more susceptible to deception every time of great disaster. The name Kitchen King has not yet been heard in Yan'an, which means that this so-called church has not yet developed to a very large scale.

"Go and investigate, and then report to the Holy One." The Holy One only gave him the right to investigate. When he saw this kind of cult, all he could do was to find out the situation and then report back to the capital.

"Thank you, Brother Wang."

Ma Maocai thanked him.

On the way, Ma Maocai looked curious and asked Wang Fei, "Who is the Kitchen King?"

As soon as this topic was mentioned, the people around him immediately turned their gazes over, but Ma Mao could feel that these gazes were not malicious, and some were eager to speak. "Haha, that Kitchen King, I heard that he came on the clouds and rode on the wind." Wang Fei's expressions and movements were exaggerated, and he was very affected by the gazes of the people around him. "Hey, between waving his hands, everything appeared on the ground. White rice that is whiter than white flour, and pickled mustard that is blooming with oil.”

When Ma Maocai heard this, he understood in his heart that it was indeed a cult. It did not spread doctrines, but was a member of Shinhwa. Compared with those cults that spread doctrines, this kind of cult was obviously easier to deal with.

"There's more, there's more. When the Kitchen King raised his hand, there were magic weapons, tough skin and thick armor all over the ground."

"Tsk, tsk, there are also those eggs pickled with tea leaves, salt and sugar. I heard that this is the way to eat in heaven. One pound of tea, one pound of salt and one pound of sugar only produce so few eggs, but the Kitchen King's men can cook them all Eat eggs three times a day.”

When the people around heard Wang Fei's words, they couldn't bear it anymore. Everything you said to me was just hearsay.

"Go faster, I'm going to be drooling as you say."

Wang Fei laughed and cursed upon hearing this, and the people around him burst into laughter.

Ma Maocai listened to these words. He must be a cult. What he said one by one is really exaggerated. Only those who want to confuse the people can say it. What about eggs pickled with tea, salt and sugar? how much for one.

You must know that the emperor only eats white eggs.

I don’t know how the Stove King can fulfill these myths after hearing that the people have joined with this idea. He is too boastful.

But these churches have not always been like this.

Draw a cake and then confuse the people, either to make money or to rebel.

The rise of such a church would not be possible, and it was inseparable from the Holy Spirit. Ma Maocai sighed.

Emperor Chongzhen, who was far away in the capital, felt a headache when he saw the memorials handed over by his ministers. There was a severe drought in Shaanxi, and bandits were everywhere. From last year to now, how many of them have popped up, including Yatouzi, King Qi Yao, Azalea, and Cuishanhu. , Chongtianzhu, Youlihua, Yi Lieyan, etc., large and small groups of bandits.

The ministers of the DPRK and the Central Government, those who knew about military affairs and those who did not, all gave advice on "fighting", but they all had their own opinions on how to fight, and no one could come up with a better way.

Zhu Youjian rubbed his swollen temples. The ministers' memorials were all the same. He opened his eyes and continued to read. Maybe someone could give him some different insights.

"I believe that there are frequent civil uprisings in Shaanxi and Shanxi areas today. Although the people are rebelling, they have no intention of resisting the Ming Dynasty. Because the famine is extremely severe and the people are in dire straits, this is actually a desperate plan to save their lives. The affairs of the Liao Dynasty are very urgent. If I, the Ming Dynasty, are a person, the people It’s for vitality, but now the vitality is leaking out in all directions, and it’s full of holes. If we use force to equalize the situation and annihilate the people, wouldn’t the vitality leak out even more?”

"I believe that quelling rebellion by force should not be the main method."

At present, all the ministers said they would fight, but some people said they would not fight, which immediately attracted Zhu Youjian's attention, "Yang He."

Zhu Youjian knew that he was an official dedicated to serving the people. This time, his memorial stood out from the crowd, "Come here, summon Yang He to see me!"

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