After the heavenly soldiers collected all the dishes and chopsticks, the militia team walked out under the leadership of Ren Zhuo.

The two carried tables and chairs with pens, ink, and booklets, and the militiamen in the back carried food.

It is time to divide the land and the grain.

After the food and personnel were in place, Ren Zhuo stood still, looked at the people around him, and after looking around, he cleared his throat, and then said: "The king of the stove has a saying, everything that is registered in the register is the people of the king of the stove. ”

"The king of the stove loves the people, therefore, children under the age of ten have three buckets of grain for one person, and then count up to sixty years old, one person has six buckets of grain, and the elderly over sixty years old have four buckets of grain."

Everyone pricked up their ears and listened, this was really related to their interests, such a generous treatment, when they heard it, someone immediately knelt on the ground.

"Thank you, Lord Stove!"

The rest of the people reacted and knelt down one after another.

"Although it is a disaster year, my family does not fall into the sacrificial stove, and the king of the stove has finally appeared."

"Yes, thank you Lord Stove."

The villagers sighed.

"Quiet!"

Ren Zhuo shouted, and the villagers suddenly didn't dare to speak.

"As for the field, according to the head of the family, one acre of land per head, and those who owned their own fields in the past, the king of the stove will not be less, and you will also be counted and distributed to you, and as for those who are allocated to the lower fields, they will also be compensated as appropriate."

Ren Zhuo's voice fell, and there was another exclamation, and there was another fluctuation of people's heads, and the villagers were grateful to Dade.

"Quiet!"

"After talking about the fields and grain, the next thing is also a great thing, and you should listen to it," Ren Zhuo said.

The villagers listened with their ears pricked up, what else is good, the first two are already very good, and some people faintly speculate whether it has something to do with the food that those soldiers ate just now.

"Fang Cai, you have all seen the white porridge conjured up by those stove kings waving their hands with divine power."

Ren Zhuo shouted loudly, his voice didn't feel hoarse, the so-called talent was nothing more than that.

The villagers nodded again and again, and they did see it, amazing, although some villagers heard it, they also thought it was similar to what they saw.

"Do you want to eat?"

Ren Zhuo asked.

The villagers were silent for a while, and suddenly a bold man shouted, "Yes! Why don't you want to, you dream about it! ”

Someone took the lead, and everyone else shouted, 'Yes.' ’

Ren Zhuo hurriedly waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and when it was quiet, he turned his head sideways and asked, "How much do you think?" ”

It seemed that it was the same person again, bolder, and shouted: "I want to think more than a girl!" ”

This sentence immediately made some people laugh.

Ren Zhuo Zhuo had a smile on his face and waved his hand to signal quietness, "These white porridges are not something that anyone can eat. ”

"Those fragrant white porridges, bubbling with oil flowers, take a bite of salty mustard."

He was pacing back and forth in the open space between the two people, under the gaze, with a lot of emotion, very emotional, the white porridge and mustard seemed to be in front of him, yes, in front of him, because there were heavenly soldiers eating not far away.

"Then who can eat it."

It's that man again, just like the man.

"Only those who have made meritorious contributions can eat white porridge and mustard, right now, the king of the stove wants to save the people of the world, to save the people from fire and water, it is a war every day, and he can eat white porridge and mustard every day after making military achievements."

Ren Zhuo's words are very level, starting from the actual benefits, mobilizing emotions, pulling expectations, and making people follow closely, before saying the final purpose.

"That's what I'm going to say, all men in the family between the ages of sixteen and forty must be trained as militiamen, and now in this situation, on the battlefield, killing three people can become a heavenly soldier who eats white porridge and pickled vegetables."

"Of course, when you are a militiaman, the Lord of the Stove is also in charge of the food."

After Ren Zhuo finished speaking, the villagers were in an uproar.

It turns out that those who eat white porridge and mustard are heavenly soldiers, listening to the majesty, those soldiers are mortals like them, eating the white porridge and mustard conjured up by the prince of the stove, and there is a word 'heaven' on the name, all because of their military exploits, so are they okay.

And even if it doesn't work, when the militia is still in charge of the fucking food, and now they can't farm, is it okay to look at the fields at home and sit and eat empty? Go to be a militiaman, be a guaranteed bottom, do a good job and go straight to the sky in one step, eat white porridge and mustard vegetables, this fool won't do it.

Ren Zhuo looked at these people, and then said:

"I know you probably have people who eat good rice and think, 'Isn't the King of the Stove also loving the people?' Why don't you just let us all eat white porridge and mustard? ’”

When this sentence fell, some villagers suddenly felt nervous, and they didn't say it, but they thought about it a little in their hearts, how could this person see it, it is worthy of following the king of the stove, maybe there is also a bit of fairy means, and they can't slander it.

"No, no."

They hurriedly thought in their hearts, but the question had already been planted, indeed, they all said that the king of the stove was the god of the people and loved the people, so why not give them food directly.

"The king of the stove is to love the people, but the king of the stove is not your parents, he is used to drowning you, if you eat rice, why should the king of the stove raise you for nothing, besides, you still have to honor your parents, not to mention the king of the stove, isn't it."

"In Li'er, the king of the stove is so good, he distributes food and land to the foreheads, and the foreheads are already satisfied, so do you want to make offerings?"

The eye-catcher shouted again.

Ren Zhuo smiled and pressed his hand, "Eh, my above sentence is not to blame you for not worshipping, it is simply to let those who don't know how much kindness they have inherited, it is good to have food and land, and I want to give you white porridge and mustard." ”

"Your parents see that you eat dry rice at home every day, and they have to scold a loser."

This sentence made people laugh again.

When the laughter calmed down, Ren Zhuozhuo continued: "As for the offerings, you have had a hard time in the past, and the King of the Stove doesn't care whether you offer or not, and in this year's disaster year, even if the King of the Stove distributes food to you, he doesn't want you to take out the food sacrifice stove." ”

"But after this year of calamity, as long as grain grows in these fields, you will give half of the grain and provide it."

Hearing this, everyone was in an uproar, not that they felt that it was more than half of it, but that it was too little, not ordinarily little, you must know that the grain they get all year round is only about 20%, and the rest must be handed over.

I heard my father's grandfather and grandfather say that if you count back two hundred years, when you were the ancestor, there was still a tax of 10%, but now, the prince of the stove is only half of it.

It's like a dream.

"Thank you, Stove King!"

People knelt on the ground again and kowtowed to Dade in gratitude, and after a while, they looked up again and said:

"Official, let's talk about being a militia, you want to be a militia."

"Yes, you want to be a militiaman, you want to do it now."

Ren Zhuo smiled, "Okay, don't worry, you can do it." ”

"From now on, line up, register first, and divide the fields and grains!"