please make me king

Chapter 902
Can the people of the world really understand the painstaking efforts of Emperor Chongzhen Zhu Youjian of the Ninth Five-Year Plan?

Of course not!
"Fuck me, I'm going to starve to death soon, how can there be so much nonsense!" "Eight Great Kings" Zhang Xianzhong drew out his waist knife, and chopped down the old man who was hugging his thigh and begging to the ground with one blow.

"How about my knife?" After chopping, Zhang Xianzhong wiped the blood from the knife on his clothes, turned his head and asked the three adopted sons as if showing off.

"Father!" Seeing this, Zhang Wenxiu couldn't help but frowned, and was about to step forward to remonstrate her.

Zhang Nengqi quickly teased him, reminding Liu Wenxiu that the person in front of him was not his master Zhang Shun.

If it offends the rebels, it will not only make the father-in-law unhappy, but may even lose his wealth and life.

After the three of them worshiped Zhang Shun as their teacher, they lived a stable life under Li Sanniang's care.

They are all half-grown children, and they don't understand any major principles.

They just know that living with the "Eight Great Kings" Zhang Xianzhong is a precarious life, so they miss the happy time in the past very much.

The three people who were originally competing with each other also felt a little bit like the same enemy.

Zhang Kewang quickly stepped forward and praised first: "Father is good at swordsmanship!"

"Just looking at how close this person is to his adoptive father, he could hurt himself if he was not careful."

"However, the adoptive father can cut off his bloodline with a single knife, and his clothes are not stained with blood. It is really a miraculous skill!"

"Straight mother thief, after reading a few books, you can talk, and what you say is really fucking nice!" Zhang Xianzhong cursed, making it difficult for people to figure out what he was thinking for a while.

"You have been with King Shun for a long time, but you have learned to be coy, like a mother-in-law, and you dare not even kill a chicken or a person. If things go on like this, how can I entrust you with important tasks?"

Then there is no need to kill people indiscriminately, right?Zhang Wenxiu said unconvinced in her heart.

However, since this guy was unreasonable at all, he didn't dare to stand up to Zhang Xianzhong, so he had no choice but to keep silent.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhang Kewang quickly changed the topic and said, "Father, what do you think of King Shun's heroic order?"

"What do you think? This thief wants me to work for him again!" Zhang Xianzhong cursed when he heard the words.

"Every time we cooperate with him, nothing good will happen! He eats meat, and I drink soup!"

Zhang Xianzhong was scolding vigorously when three or five soldiers came out of the dead man's yard and brought out a jar. When they saw the leader, they quickly reported: "Look, he is a poor man. There is only half a jar of millet and a few pickles left at home!"

Zhang Xianzhong was spitting all over the place, when he heard the words, he opened the lid of the jar and saw that there was only half a jar of yellow millet in it.There are also a few black pickles thrown on it, I don't know if it is sour.

"Unlucky! It's like riding his old lady with just this little thing. I've been nagging me for a long time. I deserve to be killed!" Zhang Xianzhong was even more furious.

"Forget it, forget it, let's drink something dilute today!" Zhang Kewang stretched out his head to take a look, and could not help but frowned and said consolingly, "The harvests in other places are not good, there is no way!"

"Straight mother thief, I think these poor ghosts are unwilling to give convenience to me, and hide a little junk. If you search carefully for me, there must be something hidden!" Zhang Xianzhong was not reconciled, cursing road.

"Father, the situation in Shaanxi has been bad for the past two years, and the landlord's family has no surplus food!" Zhang Kewang said with a wry smile.

"If you really can't stick to the camp, you can only think of other ways!"

Zhang Xianzhong likes to kill, but he can't tolerate people, so basically there are no civil servants and advisers under his command.

Even the other generals of the rebel army did not get along with him. In addition, he had finally improved a bit recently, and he was severely beaten by Sichuan soldiers. It was really difficult both internally and externally.

Fortunately, the three adoptive sons have gained some insight after being trained by Zhang Shun, and temporarily filled the vacancy of his lack of generals and civil servants.

"Zhi Niang, it seems that I have to go to Xi'an again!" Zhang Xianzhong cursed, although he was a little bit unconvinced, but the situation was stronger than others, so there was nothing he could do.

Zhang Kewang, Zhang Wenxiu and Zhang Nengqi were overjoyed when they heard the words, but they didn't dare to show it on their faces.

Although foster father and master are both fathers, it is human instinct to dislike the poor and love the rich.

Not to mention a benevolent and temperate one who is violent and cruel, which of the three people prefers is not mentioned.

In the Qinling Mountains, Li Zicheng looked at the vast green mountains and was equally distressed.

Although people often say: "Eat the mountains by the mountains, and eat the sea by the sea", but it is not always possible to fill your stomach.

Now just in March and April, the mountain flowers are in full bloom and the vegetation is green, just like a picture of idle clouds, wild cranes and fairy mountains.

However, although the scenery is beautiful, it should not be eaten or drunk.The generals and soldiers of the Rebel Army are not monks who eat clouds and drink dew, so how can they resist hunger?
Not long after, Li Guo and Liu Zongmin led more than a dozen people to rush over. Li Zicheng, who was frowning, rushed up and asked, "How is the harvest?"

"Look, Uncle, we shot several antelopes, barking deer, a wild boar, seven or eight golden monkeys, thirty or fifty rats of various kinds, more than ten pheasants, and seven or eight bags of pine cones, chestnuts and wild vegetables." Li Guo replied with a bitter face, pointing to the things brought back by the soldiers.

"How much food?" When Li Zicheng heard it, these things sounded like a lot, but if they were evenly distributed to thousands of soldiers, basically one person would only have a mouthful of soup.

"I borrowed several stones of corn, one or two stones of corn, black beans, soybeans, etc., and more than a thousand catties of bran..." Liu Zongmin muttered.

"Brans and chaff?" Li Zicheng was almost pissed off. Although he reviewed the military discipline and couldn't help killing people randomly, he didn't say that he could rob indiscriminately?
"You catch a few monkeys, squirrels, and bamboo rats, and grab some beans to satisfy your hunger, it's fine, anyway, it's considered food."

"Then what are bran and chaff? Can you eat what you feed cows and pigs?"

"The bran can be fed to the war horses. The bran is actually mixed with wild vegetables, and it tastes good when cooked!" Gu Junen saw that Li Guo and Liu Zongmin couldn't resist being trained by Li Zicheng, and quickly explained for them.

As a result, Li Zicheng was silent for a long time after listening, and he couldn't help but looked up to the sky and sighed: "Li Zicheng, Li Zicheng, why are you here!"

He was originally a postman of the Daming post station, and in the eyes of ordinary people, he is also a person of status and status.

Although to the landlord, he is nothing more than an ant that can be crushed to death with his hand, he is also an "ant head".

Before he was "dismissed", he was well-fed at any rate, and he also raised a post horse at a post station. Of course he knew that bran and chaff were not something people could eat.

"There is no way, some food is good!" Gu Junen comforted, "Nowadays, the people in Shaanxi are struggling to live, and the land is thousands of miles away. Not to mention food, even the grass is much thinner..."

As a native of Huguang, Gu Junen never imagined that such a desolate place exists in the world, and he couldn't help but be eye-opening.

It was originally from the last years of Wanli that Shaanxi was plagued by disasters, selling children and daughters and so on.

Now coupled with the uprising of the rebels and the flames of war everywhere, this place is like a hell on earth.

Even the thieves are robbed and there is nothing to rob, so the famine is obvious!
"'General', why don't we go out of Shaanxi, or go south to Huguang, or go east out of Tongguan to eat!" He couldn't help suggesting.

"No, I can't leave this time!" Li Zicheng frowned and said decisively, "Since King Shun wants to take Xi'an City, I will help him!"

"Shaanxi is thousands of miles away, how can one person take it all by himself? As long as I can have a safe place, the world's situation is still unknown!"

(End of this chapter)