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

Chapter 84 Escape and Night Attack

When so much food appeared out of thin air on the originally empty ground, Ma Mao could be sure that this was not a trick, because the Kitchen King just waved his hand, without any cover, no obstruction, or even any foreshadowing. He walked over so lightly and waved his hand, and these foods appeared on the ground.

Everything seems so natural.

"What a god! My Ming Dynasty can be saved! The people of this world can be saved!"

This was Ma Maocai's second thought. Famine is currently sweeping across Shaanxi, Shanxi, Henan and other places to varying degrees. The same is true for other provinces. Not only that, the famine has a tendency to spread to the south. Farmers who are worried about domestic troubles, natural and man-made disasters, and don't have enough to eat complain the most, but farmers who don't have enough to eat will use weapons to fight. This can be seen from the current chaotic situation in northern Shaanxi.

And with the miraculous ability of this Stove King, the Ming Dynasty will never lack food and will always be prosperous.

Ma Maocai's eyes were red, and he couldn't tell whether it was excitement or emotion. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

"This is the Immortal Master!"

"Yes, true God!"

The exclamations from the people around him reached Ma Maocai's ears, and Ma Maocai realized a problem. If he was a true god, why did he choose to be alone? Why didn't everyone present have such a delicious meal?

If a god came down to earth to save the people of Li, why didn't he go and save them directly? Instead, he only heard about the Kitchen King after he came to Yanchuan County. If he was really a god, why did he only protect the people in this corner of the country?

"Could it be that the people here sincerely worship the Kitchen God?"

"It shouldn't be like this," Ma Maocai vetoed the idea. People in the north worshiped the Stove King, and Ma Mao was the only one who knew about it. "I'm afraid he is not a talented folk person with magical means."

In this way, it is very easy to explain that this man is not capable enough and can only summon so much food, so he is here, in the name of Kitchen King, to conjure food that a small number of people can eat to win over the people.

This is still a cult, and it is still confusing the people with an unattainable goal. Only that group of people will benefit. The ultimate goal of the Stove King is still the dragon chair.

"However, even if it can be eaten by a small number of people, it would be good," thoughts flashed through Ma Maocai's mind.

This food is enough to feed 300 people. According to what the little leader said before, these people can eat delicious white porridge and pickled mustard for three meals a day. For a sergeant, they can eat two meals a day. With this person, It is also a great help if you are marching and fighting.

Ma Maocai's eyes brightened slightly, "After today, I will find a way to escape, return to the capital, and inform the Lord of the news."

This matter is of great importance, so I will report it to the Holy One, and then ask the Holy One to recruit this person into the court as an official. If this person is not willing, a hint of ambiguity flashed in Ma Maocai's eyes. Such a capable person must be in the hands of the court and live among the people. If he does, he will only become a traitor who brings disaster to one side. Only by allowing him to bathe in divine grace can he work wholeheartedly for the Ming Dynasty.

Only in the middle of the court can this person play his greatest role and better help the people's livelihood all over the world.

Ma Maocai was determined to bring the matter back to the court.

The opportunity came quickly.

In the evening, each militiaman was taken to receive some food, as was Ma Maocai and his entourage. The food did not seem to have been transformed, because some of it was old grain and should have been leftover food from the nearby landlords' homes.

"This Kitchen King is quite generous."

Ma Maocai and his entourage also received a lot of food. The little leader asked them to take the food back home and come here to train every day.

Escaped so easily, Ma Maocai was convinced that God blessed the Ming Dynasty, allowing him to bring the news out so smoothly.Ma Maocai rushed to Yanchuan County with his entourage, revealed his identity, and the county magistrate was shocked. Ma Maocai lent out the few fast horses in Yanchuan County, and took two of his entourage to rush to the capital overnight.

It was almost the middle of the month, and the moon should be getting rounder and rounder, but today's moon was rarely obscured by extra clouds. Ma Maocai rushed towards the capital, and a group of people rushed towards Yanchuan County.

Wang Long led hundreds of people from Zhangjiacun and headed northeast. They had to go around and climb directly behind Yanchuan County. They came from Yanchuan County, so they naturally understood the situation in Yanchuan County. The city wall is incomplete and very suitable for climbing.

"Brother Long, don't we need to cover our faces?"

"Go away, those fucking thieves and assassins only have their faces covered. We are the masters of justice, we are doing justice for God, so we have to hide our faces."

Wang Long cursed, "Don't think too much, handle this matter well, and you can all become heavenly soldiers."

This sentence made everyone's eyes light up. Isn't this what they were looking forward to?

"Brother Long, don't worry. Even if you die, you will still have to open the door tomorrow."

Someone patted his chest and replied, "Such a good opportunity is in front of you. If you don't seize it, you might as well die."

People around him also nodded.

"Very good, just have this kind of consciousness," Wang Long looked at the brothers and was very satisfied. If these people couldn't help them, he would not bring them here. Whether it was public or private, he would still carry them. Those who understand should not ruin their image in the eyes of the Kitchen King because of the so-called brothers.

Everyone walked forward in the dark and soon saw a huge shadow in the distance, which was Yanchuan County. From here, Yanchuan County seemed like a dead city, with only occasional glimmers of light.

"The defense is really lax."

Wang Long was overjoyed. They still remembered that when they escaped from Yanchuan County, they looked back and saw that the county wall was already bright. In the days that followed, it was said that Yanchuan County was heavily guarded, but now the martial law has become lax after just a short time.

"Wait until after midnight."

The defense was already lax, and in the latter part of the night when people were most asleep, it was even harder for them to be discovered when they crossed over.

"set off!"

Following Liu Zhenhua's order, two hundred heavenly soldiers and two thousand militiamen formed a huge matrix. The location of the heavenly soldiers was in the center of the matrix.

They want to attack Yanchuan County at dawn.

Naturally, Liu Zhenhua will not succeed personally. Liu Zhenhua will not take action until he has a hot weapon. When he gets a sniper, Liu Zhenhua will let the generals of this era see the power of technology.

A team of more than 2000 people marched forward in a mighty manner. Along the way, there were even victims sleeping in the open looking at this scene in amazement. They all came to wander around to seek refuge with the Stove King.

"What is this? Ming's army came here?"

They were shocked, the Kitchen King would not give in, otherwise why would there be such a well-organized army here.

(End of this chapter)