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

Chapter 68
There are more people coming out of the nearby villages than Liu Zhenhua imagined. The villages surrounding the Li family landlord alone have nearly 700 people. This is despite the fact that many people fled during the lean years.

Including Liujia Village, the combined population of the two villages exceeds a thousand. Counting Liu Zhenhua's original team, the population in his territory has expanded to more than 2000 people.

Fortunately, the dog family has a lot of surplus grain. The landowners in the three villages have enough grain to feed the people in the three villages. Again, these landowners would rather watch the grain spoil than use it to relieve the victims. Then Although the Li family landlords used food to recruit local heroes, they were unwilling to give too much food to the villagers.

More than 1000 or two hundred villagers stood on the open space several hundred meters between Zhangjiacun and the Zhangjia landlord's compound. Viewed from above, two villagers from Liujiacun and Lijiacun were standing on the east side and the other on the west side. , leaving a huge open space in the middle.

It is already August, and although it is morning, the weather is still a bit hot.

The villagers were talking about each other, and the voices of one or two people didn't sound obvious, but with more than 1000 people almost all communicating, the open space suddenly became noisy like a vegetable market.

"Didn't we say registration? Why is there no one there?"

"I don't know, just wait. The official is different from us. He probably can't get up until three o'clock in the day to do things."

If you listen carefully, you will see that the conversation is all about registering and allocating land and food.

Not long after, two groups of scattered people came out. They were the people who rebelled in Liujiacun and the tenants who were defending the Li family landlord.

When they came to the villagers' team in their respective villages, a team of villagers immediately surrounded them and asked questions.

Liu Neng's head felt heavy for a while. He only knew that he had to register today, but he didn't know anything specific. "Folks, just wait, everyone is indispensable. Who is the Stove King? He is a great hero. He spits out and drops a nail on the ground. .”

The same is true on the other side.

The villagers could only wait.

"Look, someone is coming."

Someone shouted, and the originally chaotic crowd gradually became quiet. They looked at the neat team moving forward.

Those people held sticks and walked neatly to the open space between them. When they reached the end, they all turned their heads.

The villagers with two houses stand east and west, while those holding sticks face south.

"Tap tap."

Suddenly they heard the sound of horse hooves. The person who could ride a horse must be at least a high official. The villagers looked in the direction of the sound of horse hooves.

A man came on horseback, not very fast.

Some villagers stood behind and couldn't see clearly. They could only ask the people in front of them who was coming. They all answered that they didn't know, they just knew that they were riding horses, and they looked like they had a lot of background.

Either they are the generals of these officers, or they are the Kitchen King.

"Are you going to register?"

"Ask for nothing, just look and that's it. Ask me how I know."

Conversations like that.

Everyone was staring at the man coming on horseback. The man rode a horse and came to the open space between the two of them.

"Welcome to the Kitchen King and give you food for the court!"

All the heavenly soldiers shouted in unison, then knelt down on one knee with rebar in hand and bowed their heads.

The villagers were shocked. It turned out that this was the Kitchen King. The ostentation was so big that they were asked to wait and watch. The villagers were a little embarrassed and didn't know whether they should kneel down.

"Liu Neng, shall we kneel down?"

Someone asked Liu Neng. Liu Neng was also a little annoyed. He didn't know what to do. He could only look at the villagers in Lijia Village, who were obviously looking at them. Helpless, Liu Neng could only stare in the middle, not knowing. What's happening here.

As for the meal that comes later, what is it for? Is it serving porridge?

The villagers became interested and stared at the Kitchen King in the center of the field. No one was seen cooking porridge, so where was the food coming from?

But he saw the Kitchen King, who was riding a horse in the middle and facing north, pulled out his sword from his waist and waved it at the heavenly soldiers holding sticks in front of him. "What is this for?"

"what is this?"

"God!"

In less than a second after the machete was swung, three sentences popped up in the villagers' minds.

Puzzled, puzzled, shocked.

The last sentence was even more exclaimed. On the loess soil in front of them, grain and bowls actually grew. The bowls were filled with cooked white porridge and soup.

The aroma of white porridge spread instantly. Some of them had never tasted this in their lives.

Big white rice.

"What's going on? What happened?"

The villagers in the back who couldn't see clearly quickly asked what the people in front had seen, why were they calling me mother-in-law?

Some children riding on their father's shoulders looked sallow and thin due to malnutrition. After seeing this scene, they immediately clapped and shouted, "Dad, I want to eat."

Children from poor farmers' families become sensible early. If it were any other family, they would have started crying.

"What? Food? Where did the food come from?"

The villagers were even more puzzled, but could not get an answer. They all stood on tiptoes and looked ahead.

The villagers in front did not respond to their questions. After exclaiming for a while, one or two of them knelt on the ground, which immediately caused a chain reaction, and they all knelt down.

The heavenly soldiers shouted, "Thank you, Kitchen King!"

The kneeling villagers murmured, 'He is really the Kitchen King. '

'The Kitchen King appeared. '

'God finally sent gods to save us. '

In Liujia Village, Liu Neng and the people who took part in the incident looked at this scene and their eyes widened in astonishment. It turned out that the Kitchen King was like this. He was really a fairy Kitchen King.

I thought it was just a random title of king.

The tenants of the Li family were even more shocked and even a little frightened. They were shocked because of this scene. No wonder the soldiers were shouting Stove King. It was really a god, Stove Lord. They were frightened because they actually went against the Kitchen Lord yesterday. They were fighting with the gods. Be against.

Isn't this looking for death?

They immediately knelt on the ground and followed the surrounding villagers, all with their heads hanging down. They didn't know what to say. They could only shout in a low voice that the Kitchen King had appeared and that the true god was alive.

Liu Zhenhua pulled the reins and turned the horse's head. It was no longer suitable for him to say anything more at this time, as the effect had been achieved.

There were many villagers on the left and right, and they were lined up in many rows. The people behind could not see them. Maybe they could see some after the people in front knelt down, but they didn’t understand what happened. They relied on guesswork and what others said. The image of the king will be established in their minds.

The sound of hooves went away.

Only then did the people in the front row dare to raise their heads. As Liu Zhenhua guessed, the people in front knelt down. The people in the back saw clearly, and after a little guessing, they also knelt down.

When the people at the back saw it, the horses had already gone away, and the heavenly soldiers came forward to pick up the white porridge and pickled mustard on the ground. They could only listen to others' stories.

The Kitchen King came on horseback and swung his sword. In a flash, the ground was covered with white porridge and pickled mustard in porcelain bowls. '

'The Kitchen King came up in the clouds, waved his hand, and white porridge and mustard appeared in the hands of the soldiers, and then the Kitchen King returned in the mist. '

Admirable things like that.

(End of this chapter)