King Gui Zhu Youlang finally decided to move to Guilin.

Although Guangxi's army has suffered some losses, it has not yet reached the point of breaking its muscles and bones.

In comparison, Ding Kuichu in Guangdong is extremely miserable.

This guy wanted to escape from the sea, but was betrayed by his subordinates.

Zhu Youlang was even more glad for the decision he made at the beginning. If he stayed in Guangzhou like Ding Kuichu, I am afraid that he would have become a prisoner by now.

The imperial army has already taken control of Guangdong and Fujian, but Guangxi has not yet been taken.

Zhu Youlang came to Guilin to delay time by boosting morale.

As long as Annan replied, he would not hesitate to lead his troops to defect.

Of course, Annan's side may also refuse. If the Annan people refused, Zhu Youlang also thought of a way out, that is, to lead his troops to the sea to the West.

There are many island countries in the West, some of which only know a name, and some don't even know a name.

As long as you flee there, you probably don't have to worry about the pursuers.

Of course, this is the next step. As a last resort, Zhu Youlang was unwilling to go to a place outside the country to be a native.

"Your Highness, it's time for dinner."

A little eunuch asked respectfully.

"Well, bring it in."

Maybe it's because of the anxiety of the defeat, Zhu Youlang's appetite is not very good recently, and what he eats is not right.

However, he also understands that it is useless to worry about some things, and he has to eat when he should eat. It's time to sleep, you have to sleep.

The little eunuch walked into the hall with the food box, took out the dishes in turn and placed them on the table.

Zhu Youlang glanced at it cursoryly, and they were all common dishes in the court.

These dishes can't be said to be exquisite, but if you eat too much, you will inevitably get tired of it.

Nowadays, Zhu Youlang will feel disgusting as long as he sees these delicacies from the mountains and seas.

However, one dish caught his attention.

The dish is stuffy like mud, and the color is not glamorous. But it was a wonderful fragrance that attracted Zhu Youlang.

"It smells so good!"

Zhu Youlang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the name of this dish?" ”

The little eunuch hurriedly replied respectfully: "Your Highness, this dish is called mashed potatoes." ”

"Mashed potatoes?"

He has heard of potatoes, which are said to have been promoted in Sichuan and Shandong, and are also planted in Jiangxi and Huguang.

It's just that potatoes can still be pureed?

He couldn't wait to put a small piece in his mouth with his chopsticks, but in an instant, his mouth was surrounded by a rich fragrance.

Mashed potatoes melt in your mouth. The feeling of warmth is really refreshing.

It smells so good!

"Who created this mashed potato?"

"Your Highness, the method of mashed potatoes is rumored to have come from Nanjing..."

Hearing the word Nanjing, the smile on Zhu Youlang's face stopped abruptly.

Nanjing, Nanjing again!

He should have thought of it a long time ago.

The potatoes were made by the man sitting on the dragon chair. It's no surprise that he makes mashed potatoes again.

"Withdraw, all for this king!"

Zhu Youlang was furious, flicked his sleeves and reprimanded.

The little eunuch hurriedly put away the dishes and retreated in a hurry with the food box, for fear that the prince would be angry with him.

Zhu Youlang's mood was completely bloodied.

Why is this happening, why does he always live in the shadow of Zhu Cihong.

No matter when, no matter where, Zhu Cihong will always compare him.

It's not fair!

Zhu Youlang's chest rose and fell sharply, and his cheeks flushed with anger.

He swore that he would definitely drag Zhu Cihong off the dragon chair, definitely!

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Shandong, Qingzhou Prefecture.

A porridge shed was erected outside the city to help the victims from the north.

Most of these victims are dressed in rags and have vegetables on their faces.

Because of the bitter cold, I shivered from the cold.

The prefect of Qingzhou allocated cotton clothes from the treasury for the victims to wear, and set up this porridge shed to boil porridge twice a day and put it in the town.

You may not be able to eat enough, but at least you won't starve.

The porridge is not millet rice porridge, but sweet potato wrapped cereal porridge. Sweet potatoes are now second only to potatoes in Shandong, and they are rare and high-yielding grains.

After having sweet potatoes and potatoes, there was no famine in Shandong.

Most of these victims from the north came to Shandong from Beizhili.

They were starved and oppressed under the Tartars, and finally decided to flee.

The kings did not disappoint them, not only accepted them but also gave them food and clothing.

Of course, one thing that must be done is to cut off the braids.

During the time of Beizhili, these victims were forced to shave their hair and wear ugly braids due to the obscenity of the Manchurians.

In this regard, the benevolent and virtuous Son of Heaven did not rebuke anything.

In the eyes of the Son of Heaven, these people are also his people, but they are forced to shave their hair and become obedient because of the situation. But it didn't do anything harmful.

As long as they willingly cut off their braids, regrow their hair, and put on the clothes of the Ming Dynasty, they are still the people of the Ming Dynasty.

As for the Green Battalion, it's a completely different concept.

The green battalion soldiers were originally all officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.

The Manchurians did not hesitate to kneel down and pray, without any ethics at all.

After they were organized into the Green Battalion, they relied on the support of the Manchurians to massacre their compatriots, which was simply inferior to pigs and dogs.

This kind of butcher who has committed many crimes, and his hands are covered in blood, the Holy Son of Heaven will never be easily forgiven.

"Come on, come on, line up. One bowl per person, everyone has a share, don't rush or squeeze. ”

It was time to put porridge again, and the official of the government shouted at the top of his voice.

Compared with when the porridge was first put in, the current situation is much better, and there is a basic order.

But there is still an instinctive fear among the victims.

They are always afraid that the porridge will not be enough, so they will not have a meal after eating this meal, so they will have more or less small movements when queuing.

These small actions are naturally seen by the officials. But as long as it's not too much, most of them turn a blind eye.

After a long time in the porridge, they were even able to distinguish some familiar faces.

These people will always be in the right place at the right time, so as to fill a full bowl of porridge.

The people who put the porridge will gather together in twos and threes, blowing on the hot porridge and swallowing and spitting.

Winter was undoubtedly cold, but this hot porridge gave them hope.

Especially the sweet potatoes in the porridge are not rare but real grains.

This thing gives people a very solid feeling when they bite into it.

The sky has eyes, it really has eyes.

The Manchurians treated them like pigs and dogs, they thought they would never survive this winter, but who would have thought that they would be able to turn around.

Of course, in addition to thanking God, they also have to thank His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

If he hadn't accepted himself as an old man, they would have been dry bones a long time ago.

This open-mindedness is by no means comparable to that of a Tartar.

It is with this that the Mandate of Heaven and the number of qi should also be on the side of the Ming Dynasty.

Now, more than anyone else, they want to see the Ming Dynasty return to Beizhili and rescue those compatriots who have been ravaged by the Tartars from the sea of suffering.

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