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

Chapter 170 New Breakfast of Heavenly Soldiers

Seeing that Emperor Chongzhen didn't even ask for the opinions of the ministers, he immediately became angry. Cheng Jiming secretly thought that it was not good.

As the first assistant, he bore the brunt.

There is no choice but to stand up now.

"I think it would be better to give Chen Qiyu greater rights."

Cheng Jiming said, what he said made people around him look at him in surprise. Chen Qiyu had failed to suppress the bandits. Emperor Chongzhen was probably already thinking about how to replace Chen Qiyu. Cheng Jiming actually dared to say that he would give Chen Qiyu more money. s right.

But to their surprise, after hearing Cheng Jiming's words, the anger on Emperor Chongzhen's face actually disappeared.

"go on."

Chongzhen was still angry at Chen Qiyu's failure in suppressing bandits at first, but after thinking about it, Chen Qiyu did a good job.

Yang He, the previous governor of the three sides, had no results in suppressing the bandits, but Chen Qiyu took office, and good news came within more than a month after taking office.

Large and small bandits in the land of Qin are constantly being exterminated. Chen Qiyu really has the ability to suppress bandits.

In the end, he was defeated by the Kitchen King.

It cannot be said that Chen Qiyu is incompetent. If it is true as stated in the patrol memorial, Chen Qiyu alone, a governor of the three sides, cannot deal with the Kitchen King.

He listened to the memorial and realized that Chen Qiyu's decision was not wrong.

However, if the national strength in the memorial was really followed, Emperor Chongzhen felt that it was inappropriate.

"I think there is something wrong with the memorial and the power of the whole country. However, the power of three provinces cannot annihilate the bandit Zao King. Perhaps, the power of five provinces should be used to establish governors of five provinces to jointly mobilize troops to suppress the bandits. "

Cheng Jiming gave a fairly satisfactory advice that basically made no mistakes.

The power of the five provinces was used to destroy the Kitchen King.

Emperor Chongzhen had a headache when he heard that the suppression, suppression, and ups and downs were a huge expense. Now that the national treasury is empty and there have been successive years of disasters, it is difficult to collect taxes and money in some places.

Disaster relief funds were raised just last year.

Opening your mouth to the vassal kings from all over the world should be even more difficult than ascending to heaven.

"It is indeed a good idea to establish governors of five provinces." However, there was no other way at the moment, and Emperor Chongzhen nodded in agreement.

"Unfortunately, there is not enough money and food," Emperor Chongzhen looked around at the ministers.

These ministers have changed their appearance again. Just now they were listening to Cheng Jiming's suggestions, but now they are closed-door.

Cheng Jiming didn't speak this time. He had already stood up once. If he didn't speak now, Emperor Chongzhen wouldn't blame him.

"The last time we suppressed bandits and provided disaster relief, I have already collected some money and food from the vassal kings from various places. Now, it is no longer appropriate to speak to them again."

Hearing this, Lai Zongdao stood up directly. He had already heard what Emperor Chongzhen meant. If he didn't take money from the vassal king, there were only two ways, one to increase the levy, and the other to collect money and food from the ministers.

He opened his mouth and stated these two choices.

The surrounding ministers sighed inwardly, having been overtaken by others. Now, another question was thrown to them, that is, whether to levy or donate.

The first one to offend the people will definitely be recorded in the history books, and will be infamy for mistreating the people.

The second one offended the officials in the court. Although the emperor had expressed his intention in this regard, it was your fault for bringing it up, and some people would definitely hate him.

"Additional levies hurt the people."

As expected, Emperor Chongzhen said, his eyes lingering on the ministers at the front.

These people have to do the work of offending people.

Their scalps were numb. They knew Emperor Chongzhen's temperament. If they hid back at this time, the emperor would definitely hate them based on his temperament.

You, an important minister, do not dare to do such offending things. Could it be that you want to form a clique for personal gain?

Helpless, Qian Longxi stood forward, bit the bullet and said with his hands in his hands, "I think we should summon the ministers to collect donations of money and food."

Emperor Chongzhen's intention had been made very clear just now, and he did not want to impose more troops.

There was only one way he could go.

Hearing this, Emperor Chongzhen nodded with satisfaction.

"In seven days, I want to see the money and food you have raised. In addition, I will tell Yang He to control the soldiers and horses of the five provinces of Sichuan, Shaanxi, Henan, Shanxi, and Hubei. The governors of the five provinces will fully cooperate and follow the thieves. Determine and attack with all our strength."

"We must capture the Stove King alive, but we don't insist on it. We want to see him alive and his body when he's dead."

Emperor Chongzhen really wanted to see what this Kitchen King was.

Is he really a god?

Emperor Chongzhen felt a gloom in his heart, what if the encirclement and suppression by the five provinces failed again.

The strategy of refueling is a taboo for military strategists. Emperor Chongzhen also knew this. According to the reported memorials, 20,000 people have been invested in dealing with the Kitchen King, and the value of money and food has already exceeded 200,000. Two pieces of silver.

But the effect was very little, and even if the goal was to whisper to the Kitchen King, it would not even have any effect. The Kitchen King's soldiers and horses were almost not lost, and the Kitchen King's territory did not lose a city.

However, compared to the Liao people, these 200,000 taels of silver pale into insignificance. The years of war with the Liao people cost more than one million taels of silver.

The Liao people invaded the territory of the Ming Dynasty and were determined to destroy the Ming Dynasty.

On the surface, it seems to be a much greater threat than the Kitchen King, but the Liao people cannot make such weapons, and there is no news of one person resisting thousands of troops.

However, the Kitchen King's subordinates were all his subjects of the Ming Dynasty. The Kitchen King's foundation was very weak. Emperor Chongzhen also knew that this was the Kitchen King's biggest weakness. This may be why it took more than half a year for the rogue bandits to take over. The reason for having a single place.

One is a catastrophe. They may move south in large numbers at any time. Once the nine-border defense line is lost, it is very likely that the capital will also face the threat of falling.

The other one is a minor trouble, but it is very likely to develop into a serious trouble in the future.

Difficult to handle.

"This matter will be handled by the Ministry of Household Affairs. It must be completed within seven days."

Emperor Chongzhen stared at the ministers. Although these people were not as wealthy as the vassal king on the surface, they secretly had a lot of money and food.

Raising some donations and taking some from the national treasury should be enough to mobilize money and food from the five provinces this time.

"Yes."

Rui Guo, the Minister of Household Affairs, handed over his hand and said.

He glanced at the ministers around him without leaving a trace. It would be even harder to get money out of these iron roosters than to reach the sky.

He said in his heart that he might not be able to raise much money this time.

However, the emperor must have known the temperament of the person under his command and did not verbally put pressure on his ministers.

Liu Zhenhua stared at the two options in the prestige meal. The last upgrade of the prestige meal brought Liu Zhenhua pig trotter rice, but it was only available at noon.

Now that the prestige meal has been upgraded again, there are two more options, one is breakfast and the other is dinner.

The reputation required for the two upgrades is the same, the benefits are not shown, and the type of meal is generally random.

However, based on the comparison of the amount of prestige brought by the pig's trotter rice last time and the amount of prestige of other meals, Liu Zhenhua felt that the more sumptuous the meal, the more it was.

Breakfast is generally light, except of course Henan's spicy soup and Wuhan's hot dry noodles.

However, it is generally said that it is better to eat early, eat full at lunch, and eat less at night. Maybe dinner is even less than breakfast.

"Zhang Liang," Liu Zhenhua called out, and Zhang Liang, who was behind him outside, responded immediately. "Kitchen Lord."

"Eat it in the morning and eat it in the evening, choose one."

Liu Zhenhua couldn't make up his mind and shouted outside. Anyway, breakfast and dinner were unknown. Asking others was like tossing a coin.

Zhang Liang, who was outside, was stunned for a moment. He didn't know why the Stove Lord asked him about this, but he quickly gave an answer.

"Kitchen Lord, come on in the morning. I like the feeling of eating in the morning. I'll have strength after eating for the whole day."

Zhang Liang smiled outside. After following the Stove King, he had three good meals a day and gained weight.

This is a day that I never dreamed of before.

"Go and notify that the porridge shed will be opened tomorrow, and all the soldiers will gather in Ganquannan tomorrow morning."

Ganquan South is more open than Ganquan North.

Zhang Liang's expression was slightly dazed. He remembered that every time the Kitchen King opened a porridge shed in the past, the heavenly soldiers ate better.

Thinking of this, combined with what the Kitchen King asked him just now, Zhang Liang became a little excited. It was he, his words, who decided what good food the Kitchen King would give to the heavenly soldiers.

This thing is enough for him to brag about for a lifetime.

No, even his descendants can boast.

Zhang Liang grinned. Sure enough, his choice was correct. By staying with the Stove King, there would be many opportunities like this in the future.

Zhang Liang ran wildly towards the outside. The team of heavenly soldiers followed Wang Wu, Wang Jiachang and Yang Lichao. He could just go and notify them.

The sweet spring is not big. Soon, the whole city got the news.

At night, the Tianbing militiamen and even Xiangyong were still discussing this matter. Some people were even guessing what the extra meal was. Of course, they couldn't guess what it was.

I just made a rough guess as to whether it was meat, vegetarian, or porridge.

Wang Er and Wang Jiayin were in the barracks. Their beds were next to each other, and both of them were looking up with their eyes open.

The two of them looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes. Is there something wrong with these people who were still up in the middle of the night?

He was still there dragging them into discussions.

Especially their Xiang Yong squad leader.

He squatted at the door of the barracks and opened his mouth to chat.

He said that the Kitchen King would give the heavenly soldiers better food tomorrow.

Wang Er and Wang Jiayin curled their lips. A group of people were not Heavenly Soldiers. It was none of their business if Heavenly Soldiers had better food. As for being so excited that they couldn't sleep here in the middle of the night?

Wang Jiayin and Wang Er originally planned to take action tonight, because they had already found out that the four people who controlled the magic soldiers had separate barracks, and there were cars and horses next to the barracks, probably to facilitate the transportation of the magic soldiers.

But now it was difficult for them to get out of this barracks, so they had to give up the idea.

The two looked at each other, and Wang Jiayin said helplessly, "Go to sleep."

Wang Er responded and then closed his eyes.

Day two.

South of Ganquan City.

People left the city early because the aroma of porridge floating outside the city directly dispelled the cold morning.

Let them all look at the porridge shed with white mist not far away with their faces flushed.

Since the Stove Lord came, the legends of the Stove Lord have been fulfilled one by one.

Divide the fields equally, divide the grain, and send out seedlings.

Now it is time to give out porridge again, and what the people are more concerned about is that according to the legend, when the Stove Lord is giving out porridge, he will show off his magic of transformation and use magical means to conjure countless delicacies to his soldiers.

After some time, soldiers continued to pour out of the city.

The common people were brought together by the soldiers who maintained order. Although their arrangement was still not very orderly, at least it was not like a vegetable market.

The heavenly soldiers walked in the front, followed by the militiamen, followed closely by the local warriors.

There is another group of new people among Xiangyong who are the people of Ganquan City, but they are very few, less than five hundred.

After all, Ganquan is a small town.

When the heavenly soldiers reached the farthest level with the common people, they turned around and came sideways, standing in a direction perpendicular to the common people.

The militiamen and Xiangyong stood sideways opposite the people, still in a vertical concave shape.

Their footsteps were so uniform that the people watching around them couldn't help but sigh with emotion about the elite division.

They had not seen many armies in their lives, and it was the first time for many of them to see an army, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that such an army could not be found in the Ming Dynasty.

Liu Zhenhua still came from the city on horseback. He was used to such scenes, but this time the breakfast surprised him.

Familiar to be precise.

Liu Zhenhua stopped fifty meters in front of the heavenly soldiers.

Now the number of heavenly soldiers has begun to increase, and the food for so many people is quite large.

Wang Er and Wang Jiayin stood in the front row. In order to prevent the Kitchen King from doubting their purpose, they had worked hard in training these days.

Being in this position says it all.

Seeing Liu Zhenhua walking out like this, they couldn't help but say in their hearts, "It's just a mystery."

If it weren't for the training requirements that made them accustomed to looking straight, they would all want to take a look at the porridge shed with the aroma of porridge.

Liu Zhenhua didn't do any ink. When he saw that everyone was ready, he directly pulled out the knife from his waist.

Then he swung his knife in the air.

Liu Zhenhua looked at the scimitar held high and wondered whether next time, he would have a sickle in one hand and a hammer in the other.

This can be considered a tribute.

The people couldn't take their eyes away, and so did the soldiers.

The entire southern part of Ganquan City was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

You can even hear the sound of gurgling and bubbling in the porridge shed not far away.

The land in northern Shaanxi was originally glowing with a desolate yellow color.

But now, the large open space between the heavenly soldiers and Liu Zhenhua was instantly filled with countless plates, bowls and chopsticks.

It was just a momentary thing, as if the sun had blinded my eyes.

After sniffing the familiar smell in the air, a look of nostalgia appeared on Liu Zhenhua's face.

On the ground, in addition to the familiar white porridge, pickled mustard, eggs, and preserved egg, lean meat, and vegetable porridge, there was something slightly darker that looked a little darker.

(End of this chapter)