During the Chongzhen period, there was a great drought in the north, thousands of miles of red land, and no grass grows.

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"You know, there is no good end to being a keyboard warrior."

Looking at the group of laborers in front of him who were tinkling to repair the city wall, Liu Zhenhua couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Just a week ago, he was surfing happily on the Internet, and by chance Liu Zhenhua saw a post on Tieba.

[If the ancient laborers were only given white porridge and mustard for every meal, and only worked eight hours a day, would they resist? 】

Seeing this post, Liu Zhenhua was immediately happy, what kind of question can only be asked by a dog's head, he immediately tilted the keyboard and began to output:

"Resistance, hehe, this question is equivalent to a modern question: if I only give a person a salary of 10w a month, two days off, and an eight-hour work system, will he not do it."

"TM's don't say resist, if you let them work until they die, they won't resist, and they won't leave."

Because he was too excited when he was typing the keyboard, Liu Zhenhua kicked on the power cord, and the next second he felt straight in his life.

When I opened my eyes again, I came here.

After a short period of stunned, Liu Zhenhua quickly digested the extra memories in his mind, and he understood the situation here.

It was the end of the Ming Dynasty, during the Chongzhen period, the owner of this body was also called Liu Zhenhua, this place was in Tianjin, he was a small errand officer, although he was an orphan, but when his parents died, he also left some family foundations, and he was in charge of the tenth person.

At present, these laborers are building the city wall of Tianjin City, more than ten years ago, there was no major drought, and the city wall of Tianjin City was washed out of a gap by the flood, and only now have people been sent to repair it.

"No wonder the Ming Dynasty fell in the hands of Chongzhen, natural disasters are one of them, and man-made disasters are the second."

Liu Zhenhua sighed for a while, I'm afraid that the officials below this emperor are going to be rotten, can such a dynasty not be destroyed.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat, what about the laborers, come and get the food."

An errand officer shouted at the sound of a gong.

Liu Zhenhua hurried to the porridge shack and picked up two wooden barrels, one of the wooden barrels was filled with rice, and the other was filled with ten broken bowls.

Walking out of the porridge shed, a big man immediately greeted him and shouted respectfully, "Liu Tou'er." ”

As he spoke, he took the flat burden on Liu Zhenhua's shoulder, and grabbed the flat burden with one hand, looking very relaxed.

Liu Zhenhua patted the waist of the two-meter-tall man in front of him, "Let's go, go over there to eat." ”

"Okay."

The two of them hurried to the shade under the base of the city wall.

There were nine laborers here, and when they saw Liu Zhenhua coming over, they all shouted Liu Tou'er.

"Come, today's food," Liu Zhenhua beckoned, and the big man put the flat pole on the ground.

A crowd immediately gathered around.

But when they saw the food in the rice bucket, a touch of confusion suddenly appeared on their faces.

"Liu Tou... This thing will eat the dead, right?"

Among the nine migrant workers, Ren Zhuozhuo, who was the most handsome, pointed to the rice bucket and said.

The rice bucket contained a mushy porridge, which looked very material, but Ren Zhuo Zhuo could distinguish the ingredients, which was said to be porridge, but in fact it was a mixture of water, Guanyin soil, sand, and wheat bran.

It's very full, but if you eat too much, it's going to kill you.

"Yes, Liu Tou'er, how can this be eaten, the officials above don't treat us as human beings at all!"

The big man next to Liu Zhenhua, that is, Ren Hongli, clenched his fists and said angrily.

Looking down at the food in the rice bucket, Liu Zhenhua couldn't help but sigh, originally thought that the people in the TV series were fake to eat Guanyin soil, how could that thing be eaten, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, Liu Zhenhua finally understood that there was no way to eat Guanyin soil.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, in the north, there was another drought and a locust plague, the people had no harvest, and countless victims wandered and starved for thousands of miles.

At present, outside the walls they have built, there are countless wandering victims.

Now look at the food in this rice bucket, they are no better than those victims.

"This thing is definitely inedible!"

Liu Zhenhua said in a deep voice, this thing can't be digested after eating, and it will die of stomach swelling within a week.

These people were all brought by him, and he definitely wouldn't watch these people eat these foods and have an accident, not to mention, this dirty paste still has his share, and he can't eat this thing.

"Yesterday it was still clear porridge, although there were no ten grains of rice in a bucket, but it was good to eat, and now there is only this terrible soil paste."

Ren Zhuozhuo's face was full of sorrow, they came out to work, but they were also forced to be helpless, and they couldn't survive at home.

At present, the food distributed by the officers and soldiers is not something for people to eat at all, and the food is the same as that of the victims outside.

The people outside may be able to eat it, because the hungry and crazy people are no longer human, but they have not yet reached the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted, so they naturally do not want to eat this thing.

"If you want me to say, the dog officials in the city must eat oily, and the pigs and dogs in the dog officials' captivity eat better than us," Ren Hongli gritted his teeth and looked at the direction of the inner city and said.

Then he suddenly turned his head to Liu Zhenhua, "Liu Tou'er, I have a plan, instead of being an official supervisor here, it is better to be that wandering horse bandit, at least at ease, some eat, some drink." ”

"Shut up!"

Liu Zhenhua roared in a low voice.

Seeing that Liu Zhenhua seemed a little angry, Ren Hongli was immediately silent.

Liu Zhenhua's face is very ugly, this person is straight, a little stupid, he dares to say anything, maybe he will be affected by this, can he be said to be a horse bandit.

At present, there are wandering horse bandits outside the city of Tianjin, robbing everywhere, burning, killing, and plundering, and thousands of officers and soldiers in Tianjin City, and no one can even stand up and lead the troops to encircle and suppress.

These horse bandits did all kinds of evil, and the imperial court suffered from the outside rebel forces, so it did not have the spare energy to send people to encircle and suppress these horse bandits, making them even more rampant, and the scope of their activities even reached outside the moat of Tianjin City.

When a horse bandit is almost labeled as the second anti-thief, the court will definitely deal with it if he frees his hands, not desperate, how can anyone want to be a thief, he Liu Zhenhua is not the protagonist of fortune, he has no golden fingers, historical knowledge is not very good, and he is not a special soldier or something, without a body of martial arts, can there be a way out when a thief?

It is estimated that he will be strangled by the army of the imperial court at that time, and he will not die well.

But when Liu Zhenhua looked at the food in the wooden barrel, he couldn't help but ask himself, isn't this a dead end?

There is no food distributed above, and people are fooled with this soil, and they will not live for a week if they eat it, and they will not survive if they don't eat it.

It is no wonder that the peasants, who have always been honest and honest, were the first to revolt, and these people were the first to survive in troubled times.

Now the high-ranking officials in the city may be full of oil, Liu Zhenhua clenched his fists when he thought of this, and then slowly let go.

These days, watching the displaced people outside the city continue to die, and the officers and soldiers disposing of corpses one by one, Liu Zhenhua has a deep sense of powerlessness.

When people are sick, they have to take medicine, and when the world is sick, they have to eat people.

[100%, the system integration is successful. 】

[The prestige system has been bound, and the current ten people under him will distribute ten servings of white porridge and mustard every day, which can be taken out at any time! ] 】

Just when Liu Zhenhua felt a burst of weakness, a voice suddenly sounded in his head, making his eyes light up suddenly.

It's coming, the system, it's late!