My Ming Dynasty, I have the final say

Chapter 15: The Royal Food Conquers the Army’s Heart

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

With each thrust, Zhu Youxiao could feel that these were a group of strictly trained soldiers. The only flaw was that they looked imposing but not murderous.

Qian Shizhen and Xu Guangqi looked at each other. Looking at the silent little emperor, they didn't know what it meant.

After a while, as if he was tired from standing, Zhu Youxiao didn't care how expensive the uniform he was wearing was, he sat down on the floor, looked at Xu Guangqi and asked.

"Xu Aiqing, how much do the soldiers eat every day?"

"Back to the emperor, according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, I will give you one liter of rice a day to one liter and five units."

“One rise to one rise and five together.”

Hearing this, Zhu Youxiao silently calculated in his mind that one stone of rice is about 180 kilograms, ten liters and one bucket, and ten buckets and one stone.One liter is almost 1.8 kilograms in later generations.

"Is it filling?"

Frowning his brows, Zhu Youxiao asked aloud.

"This..."

Looking at the young emperor's still childish face, Xu Guangqi hesitated and said.

"Your Majesty, most people don't have enough to eat."

"Ah."

Nodding, Zhu Youxiao looked at the soldiers who had already lined up below and walked down the high slope.

"Young ones, please see Your Majesty, long live, long live, long live!"

Seeing the little emperor walking down, several military leaders who had been greeted by Qian Shizhen quickly led the soldiers to kneel on one knee and salute. Their voices were not very neat and sparse.

"Pingshen, let's all be flat."

Looking at this crowded crowd, Zhu Youxiao spoke out.

After hearing Zhu Youxiao's words, the soldiers behind him slowly stood up from the ground, their eyes flashing with curiosity, respect, and fear.

Curiosity, respect, fear, just because the young man in front of me is the emperor of Ming Dynasty.

Many people raised their heads to take a look, then quickly lowered their heads, and then secretly looked up again.

Just because since Emperor Wanli started to be lazy in his administration, few commoners could see the emperor.

When they saw the little emperor this time, of course they had to take a few more glances. Maybe this was the only time in their lives.

With Xu Guangqi and Zhang Weixian in tow, Zhu Youxiao walked past each soldier. From time to time, he stretched out his hand to pat the soldier's shoulder, or hit the soldier's chest with his fist. At the same time, he praised that he had a good body. .

Suddenly, Zhu Youxiao looked at a soldier and asked.

"You look dark and pretty. What's your name?"

"Back to the emperor, I will call you Wang, Wang Mantun!"

The soldier was looking enviously at those people who had been patted on the shoulder or hit on the chest by Zhu Youxiao, wondering if he could be treated like this by the emperor, when he was unexpectedly asked by Zhu Youxiao and stammered.

"Wang Mandun, what a good name. It seems that your parents want you to have a full stomach."

From the name, we knew that this young man's parents should be mud-legged, but Zhu Youxiao didn't dislike it. He just patted him on the shoulder and continued walking forward.

Most Chinese names carry the expectations of parents.

This young man's family is probably very poor.

After wandering around for more than ten minutes, Zhu Youxiao looked at Xu Guangqi and asked.

"General Qian, it's time to serve dinner." "Back to the Emperor, it's time."

Hearing this, Qian Shizhen arrived quickly.

"it is good."

Hearing this, Zhu Youxiao nodded and said.

"From now on, each of you will be given two liters of grain per day so that I can eat until I am full."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The few soldiers who were close to Zhu Youxiao heard Zhu Youxiao's words clearly and quickly knelt down to thank him. As he thanked him, the people behind him also listened to Zhu Youxiao's words, and they all knelt down to thank him.

"General Qian, let's start making rice."

"The last general takes orders."

Hearing this, Qian Shizhen responded quickly.

Following his order, the soldiers immediately went into groups of ten to get their own cauldrons from the place where the baggage was stored.

Quite curious about how ancient armies ate, Zhu Youxiao, Zhang Weixian and others silently looked at these artificial meals.

After one stick of incense (half an hour), the rice was almost half cooked. Smelling the aroma of rice, Zhu Youxiao sniffed.

"Your Majesty, the meal is ready."

At this moment, the stationed eunuch of Shanglin Garden and a dozen young eunuchs brought in a table and chairs, and had prepared plates of dishes for the emperor to eat, 24 dishes.

"The soldiers only eat plain rice, how can I eat so luxuriously?"

Looking at the sumptuous meal, Zhu Youxiao sighed and said.

"Take these meals and give some to the soldiers' pots. Today, I will eat with all the soldiers."

"Your Majesty, this..."

Hearing Zhu Youxiao's words, Feng Kuang frowned. Just as he was about to persuade him to say something, he saw Zhu Youxiao's eyes stern and he hurriedly arrived.

"The slaves obey the order."

"On behalf of the soldiers, I thank the emperor for the meal."

After hearing Zhu Youxiao's words, Xu Guangqi's eyes flashed with appreciation and he bowed his hands.

"Xu Aiqing, please get up quickly."

Reaching out to help Xu Guangqi up, Zhu Youxiao had a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your great kindness."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your great kindness."

There are 24 dishes, which is a lot, but it is also very little. There are more than 700 pots, and you can see a little oil in one pot. But it is the first time in life to be served by an emperor. How can it be simple?
As more than a dozen eunuchs were carrying plates and pots and adding dishes, shouts suddenly sounded out.

"Pingshen, let's all be flat."

Looking at the soldiers kneeling on the ground, Zhu Youxiao shouted.

"When the food is ready, eat it quickly. Don't go hungry. I still need you to protect me and the Ming Dynasty."

"Long live the Ming Dynasty!!!"

I don't know who took the lead, and suddenly the shouts of "Long Live the Ming Dynasty" sounded in Nanhaizi.

Listening to this not very neat, but powerful voice, Zhu Youxiao's frown that had been frowning these days finally relaxed.

A royal meal is worth it to change the morale of the army.

(End of this chapter)