The sword soldiers were moved, and the blades were seen, and these victims calmed down.

Sure enough, weapons can make people learn to think.

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

Liu Zhenhua nodded his head.

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

"The goose, the goose's daughter, and the son all follow the young master, and the son is just ten years old," the man said to Liu Zhenhua.

His son can't hold on for long, they passed by Yan'an Mansion, Yan'an Mansion didn't give food, now go forward, maybe they can get to Taiyuan, but is there really food in Taiyuan Mansion?

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

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

All with the same thoughts.

Liu Zhenhua glanced back, and there was Taiyuan Mansion behind him, "This group of people believe in me, but they don't believe in officials, no wonder there is a large-scale rebellion here." ”

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and there were eighty-five more people on Ren Zhuo's side.

These people are the two extremes of the disaster victims, one group seems to be in better spirits, they have time, time to see if what Liu Zhenhua said is true, similar to Yang Lichao and others at the beginning, and the other group is like the little boy, who is weak.

They don't have time, instead of putting their hopes in the official mansion that has disappointed them again and again, it is better to believe in the young master in front of them who seems to be kind-faced.

Of course, face kindness is also the extra psychological comfort that desperate people give themselves.

"Disperse, it's time," Ren Zhuo dispersed the victims, half of the originally huge group of victims had disappeared, and the others didn't dare to do it 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, with their characteristics, they can't survive and become ruthless, if they can live a little, they will lose their ferocity, and they will be wiped out if they come to fight for a while.

Liu Zhenhua did not dare to appear in situ in Tianjin for these reasons.

Looking at the more than fifty people who followed all the way, needless to say, this cohesion is needless to say, these fifty people dare to kill to the end even in the face of a team of five hundred, and the other party will be defeated if thirty or forty people die at most.

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

The victims of the disaster reluctantly dispersed around, bypassing Liu Zhenhua and others, and then gathered together and fled towards Taiyuan Mansion.

Eighty-five people stood in front of Ren Zhuo Zhuo and looked a little restrained.

After some rectification, they continued with the team.

Repeat the day.

Early in the morning, perhaps due to time and terrain, even early in the morning it was still a little muggy.

Half of the eighty-five people who joined yesterday were already sitting on the ground with their heads down, and they really couldn't walk.

The man and his daughter looked anxiously at the boy who was wilting, and then turned their heads to look at Ren Zhuozhuo, who spoke yesterday, they didn't dare to look for Liu Zhenhua directly.

Before they could step forward, Ren Zhuo roared, "Ready~ Dinner!" ”

"The eldest brother shouted like a eunuch." Ren Manulife muttered.

As soon as they heard that the meal was open, these victims suddenly had strength, and those who had no strength were also forced by the people around them to look towards Ren Zhuo.

Half a meter away, there were four people standing in pairs holding steel bars, and standing five meters away from them was Liu Zhenhua's loyal team, standing in a rectangle.

The victims looked at this scene expectantly, and their minds were full of two words, "Where's the rice?" ”

They don't care why the person on the other side is standing like this, they only care about whether they can eat this morning, if they can't eat, some of them will die, and some of them will have to look for a new place to eat with confusion.

"Please, Stove God!"

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

When the victims heard this, there were puzzled expressions on their faces, what did they ask the Stove God to do? The Lord of the Stove really cares about the food, and he will not watch the people be displaced and starving everywhere.

In the year of great calamity and drought, the people would have long since disbelieved in officials and gods, unless a miracle appeared.

Some of the victims even had disappointed expressions on their faces.

They watched as the ranks in front of them parted.

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

"Isn't this the young master? Didn't you ask the god of the stove? How is this young master? ”

"Young master, let's give me something to eat... You said yesterday that you had food this morning, why don't you have anything now," said the big man, pretending to be bold and full of sorrow.

"The food has been prepared for you," Liu Zhenhua said slowly, "There are a total of 140 people present, each person has a bowl of white porridge and a plate of mustard. ”

His voice echoed in the ears of the victims, and the victims looked at Liu Zhenhua suspiciously, since they were ready, why didn't they see it.

There are also white porridge and mustard, and there can be a few grains of rice floating in clear soup and little water, and they are already grateful to Dade.

If it weren't for the lack of strength, hundreds of people would want to scold Liu Zhenhua directly and play with them?

"Look!"

Liu Zhenhua shouted and waved his hand.

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

Out of thin air, bowls of white porridge and plates of pickled vegetables appeared.

The porridge is full of aroma, with some salty taste of mustard.

The victims looked at this scene in amazement, they should have been crazy when they saw the food, but the fear of the gods in their bones made them kneel, this is a miracle, no wonder the man just said a word please the god of the stove.

One knelt down, and these people knelt down and kowtowed like dominoes.

The scene in front of him has a fixed process like a sacrifice, these people say similar words and sit in the same behavior, but Liu Zhenhua knows that this kind of behavior is the most suitable in this environment.

This is the most suitable era for personal reverence, and Liu Zhenhua will be the object of reverence and awe of these people, and the name is the reincarnation of the Stove God.

"It's like the White Lotus Sect or something," Liu Zhenhua said in his heart, but those churches are pure brainwashing, and Liu Zhenhua is direct.

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

In the eyes of the government, it should be a general appearance, in ancient times, these churches were often linked to rebellion, it was in July of the year, that is, since this month, there was a large-scale peasant uprising in Shaanxi, Liu Zhenhua considered this, compared with the torrent of peasant uprisings, his little fish and shrimp were not eye-catching.

Moreover, the peasants who revolted from Shaanxi still became bigger and stronger, and it was not until the seventh year of Chongzhen that Chen Qiyu, the governor of Yansui, served as the governor of Yansui to preside over the encirclement and suppression of the rebel armies in Henan, Shaanxi and other places.

Chongzhen has been seven years, and there are still six years to go, as long as it develops slowly, Liu Zhenhua feels that he can get a machine gun company.