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

Chapter 93 What is this?

"Li Mingzhu, the county magistrate, levied excessive taxes and accepted bribes to make money. He served as an official for many years and accumulated countless unjust, false and wrong cases, causing many people to be wronged."

"Although the landowner of the Gao family does good deeds on a daily basis, the hundreds of slaves in the family are all victims of the common people, burdened with high interest rates and high rents. The three big families, Wang, Zhao, and Liu, bully men and dominate women in the fish and meat village."

"I reincarnated into the human world, observing good and evil, and caring about people's sentiments. Everyone at the moment is guilty, and their crimes should be punished."

Liu Zhenhua's words fell heavily.

"The Stove King is wise!"

"Grand Duke Kitchen King!"

The people all cheered, with excited expressions on their faces, wishing they could see these people being killed right now.

Several people who were sentenced to death suddenly turned pale. They had already lost their voice and strength in shouting last night. Now they wanted to beg for mercy, but they could only make a sound like "Ahhhh" when their mouths moved.

Qiang, Liu Zhenhua pulled out his knife and pointed it at the sky, then suddenly dropped it.

"Execution!"

Hearing this, Ren Hongli pulled out the knife from his waist and walked up to the criminals. He raised the knife and dropped it, splattering a line of blood on the faces of the criminals waiting to be executed next to him. They were all frightened and sobbing, looking at their mouths. Type is begging for mercy.

It's a pity that it was useless. Ren Hongli raised the knife and killed the criminals one by one, leaving blood all over the ground.

The people cheered again.

Liu Zhenhua looked at these landlords. 90.00% of his men were domestic slaves, serfs, and other poor class people, and they were all in opposition to these landlords.

Landowners and poor peasants, once these opposing classes begin to fight, it will be a life-or-death struggle, and they can never be reconciled. This is because their fundamental interests are different.

Even without Liu Zhenhua, the conflict between these farmers and the landlords has reached the point where it is about to explode. The landlords regard the farmers as wheat that can be stepped on at will, but if the wheat awns become sharp, people will die!
"The sinner has been punished!"

Liu Zhenhua looked at the crowd.

Some militiamen moved the body away to make room behind Liu Zhenhua.

"O great Duke, the Kitchen King!"

The people cheered and looked at the landlords lying on the ground. Those people were their blood-sucking insects.

There were three heavenly soldiers, one holding a shovel, one holding wood and hay, and the other carrying something in a cloth bag. The three of them quickly came to the blood-stained ground behind Liu Zhenhua. The heavenly soldiers holding the shovels dug loudly. got up.

The people were confused and didn't know what he was doing.

Not long after, a small pit was dug in the ground. The heavenly soldiers put hay into it to ignite it, and then put wood into it to burn.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't know? What's the point of lighting a fire on a hot day?"

The people whispered to each other and watched the soldiers behind the Stove King light the wood, and there was a flame burning behind the Stove King.

"Didn't you talk about sharing food or something?"

"Let's take a look. Can what the Stove King said be true?"

Although he said this, no one among the common people had seen it, and they could only hope that the food would be distributed as soon as possible.

"Fellow folks, please look at my hands," Liu Zhenhua said with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand and pulled it flat, but there was nothing on it.

When the people heard the Kitchen King's words, they immediately looked at his hands. The people looked at the Kitchen King's empty palms and were stunned for a moment, but then they became excited.

Is the Kitchen King going to conjure up something good?

Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on his hands, Liu Zhenhua made a thought, and three sweet potatoes were piled in Liu Zhenhua's hands in the shape of a "pin". Although he was prepared, Liu Zhenhua's hands were almost knocked over by the pressure of these three big sweet potatoes.

He quickly took the top sweet potato in his other hand and showed it to the people without leaving any trace.

"This is really the Kitchen King, he really does magic."

Some people exclaimed. Compared with this earthy red thing that they don’t know what it is, they are more concerned about the authenticity of the Stove King.

Now something is really happening. "The Kitchen King appears!"

Some people knelt down on the ground, one by one, two by one, and one by one. The onlookers behind didn't know what happened. They only knew that the Kitchen King had really conjured something, and they also knelt down one after another.

The rumors about the Kitchen King were true. They had food to eat and land to share.

After some kowtows, the people raised their heads and looked at the things in Liu Zhenhua's hands.

"Everyone, please get up quickly," Liu Zhenhua said, "Let's guess what this is in my hand. If you guess correctly, you will be rewarded with five measures of food."

He did this to make the people pay more attention to the sweet potatoes and facilitate his subsequent display.

The common people stood up from the ground and stared at the things in Liu Zhenhua's hands. When they heard that food was going to be rewarded, they all looked excited and said something to each other.

"Kitchen King, could this be the fairy fruit from the sky?"

Liu Zhenhua shook his head.

"Peach?"

The people speculated one after another and were very interested, but no one could get the five measures of food.

"Kitchen King, I am too stupid to guess what this is."

someone said.

"Forget it, let me tell you what this is." Liu Zhenhua came slightly closer, "This thing is called sweet potato."

"Sweet potato, what is that?"

"I do not know."

The people looked puzzled. They had never heard of this name. The only thing they were sure of was that it was edible.

Sweet potatoes were only cultivated in Shaanxi in 1746.

"Kitchen King, is this edible?"

Some people asked.

Ren Hongli scratched his head, why did this voice sound so much like his elder brother's.

"Yes, this sweet potato is a delicacy," Liu Zhenhua said with a smile. "It can be eaten roasted, raw, or cooked."

As he spoke, Liu Zhenhua handed a sweet potato to the heavenly soldiers behind him, placed it in the already burned charcoal, and then covered it with the earth and rocks he brought.

"Simmer the sweet potatoes in charcoal and wait for a quarter of an hour before eating."

Roasting sweet potatoes is the only way to maximize the flavor of sweet potatoes.

The common people stared at it. If the Kitchen King took out the food, it was delicious, but it was just that, what did it have to do with them.

But they didn't dare to say more, and the bold person who had been asking just now didn't know why he didn't speak.

After waiting like this for a quarter of an hour, Tianbing dug out the buried sweet potatoes and wrapped them in thick cloth. Tianbing carefully brought them to Liu Zhenhua. He didn't know what they were, but the fragrance was really delicious. Say it.

This stuff smells so good, it must be very valuable and rare.

Liu Zhenhua looked at the roasted sweet potatoes. He stretched out his free hand and carefully tore open the skin of the sweet potatoes in the heat. The sweet potatoes were so hot that his hands hurt.

After tearing open the skin, the heat immediately surged up, the yellow flesh of the sweet potato was exposed, and the fragrance came out instantly.

The people in the front row immediately smelled the smell, "Oh my God, it smells so good."

"It's really delicious. This thing is definitely not something that exists in the mortal world. It's so rare and precious. I'm afraid we will only see it once in our lifetime."

Some people lamented that just by smelling the fragrance, they could guess how extraordinary this thing was. No wonder the Stove King conjured three of them. I’m afraid this kind of thing is rare in the sky. It would be great if they could eat it. Eat it every day. If you have this thing, why eat wheat?

(End of this chapter)