Day after day.

Morning.

Liu Zhenhua's prestige in his hands once again exceeded 3,000 points, this feeling of 3,000 a day made Liu Zhenhua extremely comfortable, the liver guy finally ushered in spring, and his reputation finally began to grow explosively.

As soon as he got the prestige, Liu Zhenhua upgraded the quality of the prestige meal in his hand.

2,500 prestige, sprinkled with water, Liu Zhenhua is not distressed at all, after all, he is now a person with a daily income of 3,000 and a monthly salary of 100,000.

After the upgraded prestige meal, it is one step closer to the nutritious and comprehensive porridge food of preserved egg and lean pork porridge, although it has been known for a long time, Liu Zhenhua is still very satisfied after seeing it with his own eyes, this extra thing is quite rare in this era, more precious than meat.

Early in the morning, it's time for a morning eclipse again.

The heavenly soldiers stood together.

The same is true for the militias.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the open training ground, on top of the cauldrons, which were larger than the grinding plate, and the cauldron was boiling white flowers in the pot, and the fragrance wafted so that some of them were awakened in their sleep, if it weren't for the discipline problem, they would have come out to see what they were cooking.

"What's going on this time, why didn't the Lord of the Stove directly conjure up the food, why did he start cooking porridge for the Heavenly Soldiers?"

The militiamen swallowed their saliva and looked at the cauldron with envy, they were all too familiar with this fragrance, this was the smell of white porridge.

Not only that, but the wooden barrels next to it also exude a smell, and the smell is nothing else, just mustard.

The militia was very puzzled, in the past, when the king of the stove waved his hand, all the dishes, chopsticks and plates came out, and when the heavenly soldiers finished eating, they all disappeared, this time, why did it become a big pot to cook, and it was packed in wooden barrels.

The heavenly soldiers stared at these white porridge and mustard, isn't this what they eat, why is it boiled in a cauldron this time, and it is packed in wooden barrels.

However, they didn't pay much attention to this matter, they were more concerned about what Liu Zhenhua said about the heavenly soldiers' meal today.

What exactly will the Stove King add to them?

The two teams were neatly arranged, and now the number of militia had risen to 1,040.

In ancient times, news spread slowly, but that was for distant places, in the province, in the township, basically any news would be carried everywhere by the wandering people.

An uprising, people from all over the country will know about it.

The matter of the Stove King spread here, so the surrounding villagers and refugees all voted here.

Liu Zhenhua walked out slowly, the heavenly soldiers immediately straightened their chests and closed their mouths, and saluted Liu Zhenhua, their training was very strict, if they violated discipline, they would be deprived of their heavenly soldiers.

The militia was a little slower to rectify discipline, but compared with the existing peasant army and even the ordinary Ming army, Liu Zhenhua's militia discipline was already very outstanding.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you see these barrels and cauldrons behind the deity?"

Liu Zhenhua said with a smile on his face, what is cooking here is gruel, which is the diluted meal of the heavenly soldiers.

Liu Zhenhua now has 9,000 subsistence meals a day, but there are only more than 200 heavenly soldiers, and only more than 600 meals a day.

If you don't take these things out, they will be refreshed the next day, and if you take them out, pickles, white porridge and tea eggs... With the current weather, white porridge and tea eggs will spoil in a day or two, and pickles will only take three days.

However, Liu Zhenhua does not intend to improve the quality of the militia's meals, after all, as his reputation becomes more and more famous, more and more people come to vote, the total number of militia will always exceed the number of his prestige meals, and the future battles will become bigger and more frequent, and the frequency of the militia's promotion to heavenly soldiers will become faster and faster.

For the sake of credit problems in the future, Liu Zhenhua must ensure that there is always a part of the prestige meal that no one eats, that is, there must always be a vacancy in the number of places for promotion to heavenly soldiers.

At present, some of the porridge and mustard diluted are just an occasional encouragement meal for the militia.

"These white rice porridges and mustard vegetables are all rewards for the hard training of the militia."

"Long live the Stove King!"

Liu Zhenhua's voice fell, and the militiamen suddenly shouted in unison with their weapons, with an excited look on their faces, and finally, they also ate white porridge and mustard, although it was only temporary, but it was enough to make them ecstatic.

The heavenly soldiers looked at these excited militiamen, and a sense of superiority arose, they all had white porridge and mustard for three meals a day, and it was not this kind of diluted white porridge, and now these militiamen were already so excited just to get this diluted white porridge and mustard, which made their identity as heavenly soldiers even more precious.

Some of the Heavenly Soldiers couldn't help but puff up their chests even more.

Liu Zhenhua sees the small actions of these people in his eyes, poor interests and class differences are always the most important things to maintain the stability of a collective, of course, these two things must always keep flowing, otherwise, these two things will also be the fastest things to destroy a collective.

Why did the Ming Dynasty collapse so quickly?

The interests of the people at the bottom are seriously exploited, ordinary people cannot change the class, the interests in their hands are getting smaller and smaller, and the people at the top are greedy and excessive, desperately covering their interests in their arms, and linking or even sealing the channel for class promotion with interests.

So the people at the bottom rebelled, or they rebelled under the leadership of ordinary people.

And Liu Zhenhua here, the militia and the heavenly soldiers have their own interests and classes, the militia has a close at hand, can be promoted to the heavenly soldiers, the heavenly soldiers, have a higher class, greater interests, but if they are not careful, they will lose everything, class and interests are always in the hands of Liu Zhenhua, these heavenly soldiers can only cover their own interests and class, and do not have any right to block the circulation of this interest and class.

Therefore, at present, Liu Zhenhua's team is extremely stable.

When the voice subsided, Liu Zhenhua looked at the militiamen who were quiet but still excited, and he turned his attention to the heavenly soldiers again.

"Behold, what is this?"

Liu Zhenhua raised his hand, but there was nothing in his hand.

The militia and heavenly soldiers stared intently at Liu Zhenhua's hand, they knew that the Stove King would not be untargeted, and sure enough, in the next second, something appeared in the Stove King's hand.

When the militia and heavenly soldiers saw clearly, their breathing suddenly became short.

"Eggs! Egg! ”

"No, it doesn't look like an egg, why are there stains on it?"

But no matter what it is, it's always an egg that can't be wrong, maybe it's a god egg laid by a god chicken, and it's normal to have some differences from ordinary eggs.

Edi Niang, the king of the stove has conjured up eggs.

The heavenly soldiers' hearts beat like drums, their breathing was short, their eyes were open, and if they contacted Liu Zhenhua yesterday, wouldn't it mean that they would have eggs for three meals a day in the future.

My dear mother, my God.