"This is it, we'll wait here all night, and we'll go ahead when it's dawn."

Zhang Benshi looked into the distance and said, about a mile further is where the king of the stove is located.

"Why don't we go directly into the village?"

Someone asked.

"Are you stupid, don't people sleep?"

"Does the Lord of the Stove also sleep?"

"Don't talk, I'm talking to beat you, let you wait and wait, what are you talking about."

Zhang Jian glared at the man, and didn't care whether the person could see it or not, "Let's rest, we'll go over tomorrow at dawn, don't sleep." ”

So the people sat and lay on the ground, waiting for the dawn to enter the village.

Zhang didn't plan to sleep, but he didn't eat well in recent days, and he didn't sleep well when he came here to investigate the situation last night, and he didn't sleep well, and today is the case, and he only felt sleepy in the second half of the night, and he fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up in the morning, Zhang Benshi opened his eyes in a daze, and a somewhat delicate face appeared in Zhang Benshi's field of vision.

Zhang was startled, got up from the ground, and after reacting, he found that it was the junior official next to the king of the stove yesterday.

"Your Excellency."

Zhang Jian hurriedly said, and kicked Zhang San, who was lying next to him, who got up and shouted to the villagers.

Everyone looked at Ren Zhuo who was standing in front of Zhang Ben.

"You are the villagers of Zhangjia Village, you came early this time."

Ren Zhuo Zhuo smiled, and with his delicate face, he looked like a little priest.

"If you go back to your lordship, all the 221 people in Zhangjia Village can move here," Zhang replied.

Ren Zhuo glanced back, these people were men, women and children, the youngest was only half a person tall, and the oldest was still on crutches, but there were no babies.

"Come with me," Ren Zhuo said, then turned and walked towards the village.

Zhang responded and hurriedly led the villagers to follow behind Ren Zhuo.

The villagers looked at Ren Zhuo who was walking in front with anticipation on their faces, the food was exhausted, fortunately, the king of the stove sent porridge today.

Otherwise, they will have to face a choice, whether to flee the famine, or stay where they are, and find a way to let the landlord send some food, with the character of the landlord of the Zhang family, it is estimated that they will not give them any food.

These simple peasants do not yet know that in that kind of situation, they who were once obedient to the people may become a mob at the slightest thought.

Ren Zhuo brought the villagers to the weekday training ground, which is open and flat, and is a good place to put porridge.

"You wait, the prince of Chenshizao will come out and put porridge for us disaster victims."

After letting these victims stay where they were, Ren Zhuo looked at these villagers with a smile.

"Thank you, my lord, thank you, Lord Stove."

Zhang said hurriedly, and the people around him also echoed.

Ren Zhuo waved his hand and stood in place waiting.

The sun climbed higher and higher, and in late July, although it was the hour of the hour, it was already hot.

The villagers stood still and did not dare to move, a little dazzled by the sun, and dizzy.

"It's coming, it's coming."

Someone muttered something in a whisper.

The surrounding villagers cheered up and looked around, and when they saw a group of people coming to the west, a touch of surprise appeared on their faces.

Because those people were lined up in a neat row, running, splashing up a cloud of dust, each with sticks in their hands, and shouting neatly in their mouths, 'One-two-one, one-two-one.' ’

"My good man, none of the family members of Master Zhang's family look majestic like these people."

Some people exclaimed that although these people were not as well dressed as Master Zhang's family, the momentum they exuded was not comparable to that of Master Zhang's family.

"Isn't this a heavenly soldier?"

"Shouldn't it be, aren't the soldiers that day all wearing silver armor, majestic, these people don't have silver armor, but the long stick in their hands seems to be made of fine iron, not mortal."

"Awesome, awesome."

Everyone sighed.

"Don't speak, you're talking with a hammer."

Zhang Jian hurriedly said, these people are talking here, what if they say something that makes the Lord of the Stove unhappy.

The group ran to the open space in front of them, only to hear someone shouting, "Stand still!" ”

A group of people suddenly walked in unison, and their voices were loud.

Immediately after that, another group of people walked out, but these people were not so neat, and they looked like women and children.

These women and children came together with the previous group and looked at them.

Ren Zhuo in front of them ran over and joined the team.

A large open space was set aside in the middle.

The three of them, who knew the situation, were a little excited, they were going to witness the miracle again, and this time they were still observing from a distance.

The villagers looked at it, such a big battle, it must be to welcome the god of the stove, they hooked their heads and looked around.

Suddenly, someone noticed a person walking slowly in the distance.

The man was slender, facing the sun, and his face was full of divine brilliance, so that people could not glimpse the true face.

"I'm going to measure it, it's such a big sun."

Liu Zhenhua squinted his eyes and slowly walked towards the open space in the center of the crowd.

Liu Zhenhua stood in the middle of the clearing, with villagers from Zhangjia Village on one side and villagers from Zhangjia Village on the other.

It's just that the south side is Zhang and his gang.

He looked around to the left and right, then turned his gaze to the ranks of the Heavenly Soldiers.

"What is the Lord of the Stove doing?"

"Do you use kneeling?"

The villagers were a little overwhelmed.

Suddenly, I saw Liu Zhenhua wave his hand, and a piece of white porridge and mustard appeared in the open space in front of Ren Zhuozhuo.

A burst of porridge wafted out.

"That's it!"

Zhang Benshi and the others widened their eyes, they didn't miss any details this time, only to see that the king of the stove waved his hand, and food appeared all over the ground.

The white porridge, the mustard, the fragrance, they hadn't smelled it for a long time, and the villagers closed their eyes one by one, sniffing hard, and their eyeballs had turned white under their closed eyelids.

It's so fragrant.

Their stomachs cried out, and the burning sensation kept coming, and if it weren't for this miracle, they would have rushed up.

"These are your morning meals today."

The villagers were overjoyed, but when they opened their eyes, they found that the Lord of the Stove was not speaking to them.

It's to the person opposite them.

"Thank you, Stove King!"

The group of people on the opposite side fell to their knees in unison.

The villagers looked at each other, and Zhang was also very puzzled, not knowing why the Lord of the Stove didn't talk to them.

But he didn't dare to ask, just as if it wasn't their turn yet.

In the next second, Lord Zao turned around, Zhang Benshi hurriedly knelt down when he saw this, and the surrounding villagers also knelt on the ground one after another, looking at Liu Zhenhua one by one.

Just waiting for Liu Zhenhua to wave his hand and give them something to eat, they can be very content if they don't want to pickle vegetables, and give them some white porridge.

Who knew that the Lord of the Stove just stared at them, until they felt their scalps tingle, and suddenly said something.

"You are tenants in the name of the landlord of the Zhang family."