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

Chapter 28 140 people
After using weapons and seeing sharp blades, these victims calmed down.

Sure enough, weapons can make people learn to think.

"Do you mean what the young master said?" The man holding the boy's hand looked at Liu Zhenhua and asked.

Liu Zhenhua nodded slightly.

As if he had made some decision, the man took his son and daughter's hands and pushed past the people in front of him to come to Ren Zhuo.

"Goose, Goose's daughter, and my son are all following the young master. My son is just ten years old," the man said to Liu Zhenhua.

His son could not hold on much longer. They passed by Yan'an Prefecture, and Yan'an Prefecture did not distribute food. Now if they go forward, they may be able to reach Taiyuan, but does Taiyuan Prefecture really have food?

Do the officials really regard them as disaster victims?It's better to trust the young master in front of you and see the results tomorrow.

With the first, there will soon be the second and the third.

They all have the same idea.

Liu Zhenhua looked back and saw Taiyuan Mansion behind him, "These people believe in me but not the officials. No wonder there is a large-scale rebellion here."

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and there were 85 more people on Ren Zhuoyue's side.

These people are the two extremes among the victims. One group seems to be in better spirits. They have time to see if what Liu Zhenhua said is true. Similar to Yang Lichao and others, the other group Batch is just like the little boy, weak and weak.

They ran out of time. Instead of placing their hopes on the government, which had let them down time and time again, they might as well believe in the kind-hearted young master in front of them.

Of course, being kind is also an extra psychological comfort that desperate people can give themselves.

"Disperse, the time is up," Ren Zhuohuo dispersed the victims. Half of the originally huge group of victims had disappeared. Others did not dare to take action even if they were unwilling to do it again. After all, half of the people were missing.

This group of people already has the shadow of the peasant rebel army and has their characteristics. They become ruthless if they can't survive, but lose their ferocity if they can survive for a while. They are a mess and will be wiped out in a short time when the court comes to fight.

There are also these reasons why Liu Zhenhua did not dare to show his sage in Tianjin.

Look at the more than 50 people who followed along. Needless to say, the cohesion is such that these 50 people dare to fight to the end even if they face a team of 40 people. The opponent will be defeated if they die at most [-] people.

When the newly added blood circulates around Liu Zhenhua's heart and becomes a whole, Liu Zhenhua's team will become stronger. A team of more than 100 people with a unified belief can quickly take root wherever it goes.

The victims dispersed helplessly, and after bypassing Liu Zhenhua and others, they gathered together and fled towards Taiyuan Mansion.

85 people looked a little reserved standing in front of Ren Zhuoyue.

After some reorganization, they continued to move forward with the team.

One more day.

In the early morning, perhaps due to the time and terrain, it was still a bit hot and muggy even in the early morning.

Half of the 85 people who joined yesterday were already sitting on the ground with their heads hanging down. They really couldn't walk.

The man and his daughter looked anxiously at the limp boy, then turned to look at Ren Zhuozhou, who had spoken yesterday. They did not dare to approach Liu Zhenhua directly.

Before they could step forward, Ren Zhuohuo shouted, "Get ready for dinner!"

"Eldest brother is shouting like a eunuch." Ren Hongli muttered.

As soon as they heard the meal was served, the victims suddenly gained strength, and those who were weak were encouraged by the people around them to look towards Ren Zhuozhou.

The team of victims formed a semi-fan shape. Half a meter away, there were four people standing in pairs on the left and right holding steel bars. Opposite them, five meters away, stood Liu Zhenhua's loyal team, standing in a rectangle.

The victims looked at this scene expectantly, with two words filling their minds: "Where's the food?"

They don't care why the people across from them are standing like this. They only care about whether they can eat this morning. If they don't, some of them will die, and some of them will be confused and look for a new place to eat. "Please, Kitchen God!"

Ren Zhuohuo stood in front of the team and shouted, still remembering the arrangement Liu Zhenhua gave him last night, asking him to do this.

When the victims heard this, they had puzzled expressions on their faces. What did they ask the Kitchen God to do?Even if the Kitchen God is really in charge of food, he will not see the people displaced and dying of hunger everywhere.

In years of great disaster and drought, the people have long since distrusted officials and gods, unless there is a miracle.

Some victims even had expressions of disappointment on their faces.

They watched as the group ahead separated.

Liu Zhenhua walked out of the team on a tall horse.

"Isn't this the young master? Isn't this the Kitchen God? Why is it this young master?"

"Master, please give me some food. You said yesterday that you would have something to eat this morning. Why is there nothing now?" The big man pretended to be brave and said with a sad face.

"Food has been prepared for you," Liu Zhenhua said slowly, "There are a total of 140 people present, each with a bowl of white porridge and a plate of pickled mustard."

His voice echoed in the ears of the victims. The victims looked at Liu Zhenhua in confusion. Why didn't they see Liu Zhenhua since he was ready?

They are already grateful for the white porridge and pickled mustard and the clear soup with a few grains of rice floating in the water.

If it weren't for their lack of strength, hundreds of people would have wanted to scold Liu Zhenhua directly. Are you kidding them?

"Look!"

Liu Zhenhua gave a sharp shout and waved his hand.

From a place half a meter away in front of him to an open space half a meter away from the victims.

Bowls of white porridge and plates of mustard appeared out of thin air.

The porridge is fragrant, with some salty taste from mustard.

The victims looked at this scene in astonishment. They should have been crazy when they saw the food, but the fear of gods in their bones made them kneel down. This was a miracle. No wonder the man just said a word to invite the Kitchen God.

When one person kneels down, these people are like dominoes, kneeling down one after another and kowtow.

The scene before him was like a ritual with a fixed process. These people were saying similar words and performing the same actions, but Liu Zhenhua knew that such behavior was most appropriate in this environment.

This is the most suitable era for personal reverence. Liu Zhenhua must be the object of reverence and awe for these people. His name is the reincarnation of the Kitchen God.

"It's more like the White Lotus Sect or something like that," Liu Zhenhua said in his heart, but those churches were pure brainwashing, Liu Zhenhua just sent it directly.

"But it doesn't matter, as long as I don't make too much noise."

In the eyes of the government, they looked like ordinary people. In ancient times, these churches were often linked to rebellion. In July of that year, starting from this month, there was a large-scale peasant uprising in Shaanxi. Liu Zhenhua was thinking about this, and the relationship between the peasant uprising and Compared with the torrent, his small fish and shrimp are inconspicuous.

Moreover, the peasants who revolted from Shaanxi became bigger and stronger. It was not until the seventh year of Chongzhen that Chen Qiyu, the governor of Yansui, took charge of the encirclement and suppression of the rebels in Henan, Shaanxi and other places.

Chongzhen has been here for seven years, and there are still six years left. As long as he develops slowly, Liu Zhenhua feels that he can create a machine gun company.

　There is one more piece left in the play session. It’s time to take root and grow.

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