"Yes, these white porridge and mustard are already yours."

Liu Zhenhua nodded in agreement, the prestige meal was taken out and counted as consumption, and he now has eleven prestige points.

As for what these people do with white porridge, as long as they don't waste it or resell it when they are full, Liu Zhenhua will not interfere constantly.

"Thank you... Kitchen god. ”

Ren Hongli hurriedly thanked him, then turned his head to pick up the food in his left and right hands, with a somewhat silly smile on his face, "Big brother, Dad has something to eat, hehe." ”

Such a big bowl of white porridge, mixed with several large bowls of water, is enough for their family to eat several meals.

With mustard, tsk, that delicious can't be imagined.

Ren Zhuo Zhuo also had the same idea, he said to Liu Zhenhua, "Thank you, Stove God", and then took two steps forward and also picked up a bowl of porridge.

With the two of them taking the lead, the rest of the people couldn't hold back any longer, and stepped forward to gather around the table, they looked at the white porridge on the table, and they were all exactly the same.

There is no such thing as more or less, and the same is true for mustard, which is the same as carved out of a mold.

Those who noticed it couldn't help but sigh with emotion, worthy of the handwriting of the gods.

Soon the white porridge and mustard on the table were all received.

These people carefully held the mustard and white porridge in their hands, as if they were holding a delicate baby, the white porridge was very full, and it was a huge waste to spill it out.

"Then, Stove God, we'll go first," Ren Zhuo looked at Liu Zhenhua, who was standing with his hands in his hands.

The latter waved his hand, "Go back quickly." ”

With that, he turned his head and found a bench and sat down at the table, on which there was only a bowl of white porridge and a stack of mustard vegetables.

If it is placed in modern times, Liu Zhenhua will not eat these things at all, what white porridge and mustard, he remembers the last time he drank porridge was when he was saving money in college to buy gifts for his girlfriend, a bowl of porridge for two yuan, and a free shredded radish.

The door creaked open, and everyone left one after another.

There were eleven pairs of bamboo chopsticks on the table, which were the tableware for the prestige meal, and those simple tenants regarded it as the tableware in Liu Zhenhua's house, so they were not embarrassed to take it.

Liu Zhenhua picked up a pair of chopsticks, picked up the mustard plate, and poured the mustard into it with the soup.

After stirring, a white porridge with rice is ready.

"The laborers are definitely not going to do it, they are trying to win over some people, so they are trying to find a way to go southwest."

Liu Zhenhua pondered while eating.

During the day, the golden finger did not come out, Liu Zhenhua should be just a servant sitting and guarding the laborers, and he couldn't do it anymore, so he either went to other provinces to seek a way to survive, or he really went to be a horse bandit as Ren Hongli said.

But now, Liu Zhenhua has a clear direction, uprising.

Although he has almost unlimited white porridge and mustard, he can be regarded as a great good man of the Ming Dynasty, but he is just a good man who can be manipulated by others.

The ministers in the court are not allowed to have such a good person, they do not lack white porridge, there is no shortage of mustard, if they know Liu Zhenhua's miracles, they will lose their freedom at least, and they will be killed directly.

Liu Zhenhua wants to be the opposite, to be the emperor, so that he can maximize the role of the golden finger and do not need to have any worries.

If you want to revolt, first of all, stay away from this place.

Tianjin City is in the south of Jingshi, if there is an uprising in this place, then the imperial court will definitely free up its hands to directly suppress the rebel army.

Although there are all kinds of supernatural things in Liu Zhenhua's system, it requires a lot of prestige, and it is not something that can be obtained in a while.

If you dare to rebel in Tianjin City with these things, it is estimated that it will not be long before you will be exterminated by the imperial court.

Therefore, Liu Zhenhua wanted to go southwest.

Because there were the most rebel armies in the southwest, the situation was also the most chaotic, and the earliest uprising in the late Ming Dynasty was in Shaanxi.

This chaotic situation is unfavorable for the imperial court and greatly beneficial to Liu Zhenhua.

In April of the first year of Chongzhen, the rebel army of Nangan (now the southern part of Jiangxi Province) seized the king of heaven, established the first year of Yongxing, and led the crowd to attack Anyuan County.

In June, Lin Dan Khan invaded Datong, killing tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians of the Ming Dynasty and almost capturing Datong.

In October and November, some localities mutinied one after another because of the salary of the soldiers, and peasant uprisings began to become frequent.

Liu Zhenhua recalled in his mind.

He doesn't know much about historical figures, but Liu Zhenhua remembers something about the fall of this dynasty of special significance to the Han people at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Now the north has begun to have a major drought, and Shaanxi and other places have not harvested in the first year of Chongzhen.

The people were miserable, even more than they are now.

"If you go to Shaanxi, it's best to get there."

Liu Zhenhua made a decision, the white porridge and mustard provided by the prestige system, coupled with the drought in Shaanxi and other places, the farmers were starving, and Liu Zhenhua at this time was like a true god from heaven in the past.

It must be the desire of the people.

"Snorr."

After thinking about what to do next, Liu Zhenhua gulped the meal.

The one that eats is called a fragrant.

He had never felt so delicious with white porridge and mustard.

......

"Young Master Liu is a true god, this is the white porridge he transformed?"

Ren Fanyi held a wooden stick and looked at Ren Zhuo and Ren Hongli, who were hanging their heads in front of them.

"Yes, Dad, why don't you believe it, I said it, Young Master Liu is the king of the stove, if you don't believe it, ask the two dogs of the black soil if they are."

"How could this be that we stole it, where is there such white rice for us to steal now."

Ren Hongli's generous face was full of grievances, and as soon as he entered the house, after his father took the white porridge and mustard, he shouted and knelt down and knocked on them.

And what is stolen.

Where in this world is there to steal such a good thing?

Ren Fanyi looked at the words of the two children as if they were fake, his brows were twisted into a Sichuan shape, and he sat on a wooden bench with a wooden stick, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Did the young master tell you anything else?"

Ren Fanyi raised his head and suddenly asked.

Ren Hongli and Ren Zhuo shook their heads in unison, "No, the young master said that he is the Lord of the Stove and wants to save the world." ”

"Boom."

The wooden stick was thrown aside by Ren Fanyi to the corner, which made the two of them tremble, thinking that his father was going to come up with a stick to serve again.

"You two go and pour this porridge together, add some water and cook it."

Ren Fanyi waved his hand.

The two were very surprised, and after looking at each other, they didn't say anything, and stood up and walked towards the door with two bowls and two plates.

After the two sons went out, Ren Fanyi's eyes burned, "It is said that the prince of the stove is in charge of food, fate, and good and evil." ”

Ren Fanyi failed to take the exam for ten years, the good time of the exam was wasted, the family of the exam was ruined, and finally confessed, married a wife and had children, he didn't believe that there were any gods in the world, but when he saw the white porridge, he knew that there might really be gods in this world.

"I may not have been successful back then, because today, let my children meet the so-called stove god."

"The fate of the job."

Ren Fanyi muttered.

"Maybe the Lord of the Stove can let my family rise to the top..."