Day after day.
Early morning.
The reputation in Liu Zhenhua's hand once again exceeded 3,000 points. This feeling of 3,000 points a day made Liu Zhenhua extremely comfortable. Spring has finally come to Gan Lao, and his reputation has finally begun to grow explosively. There seems to be hope for the American Iai that was originally far away.
As soon as he got the reputation, Liu Zhenhua upgraded the quality of the reputation meal in his hand.
Liu Zhenhua didn't feel bad at all for the reputation of 2,500 yuan. After all, he was now earning 3,000 yuan a day and a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan.
The upgraded prestige meal is one step closer to a nutritious and comprehensive porridge such as preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Although Liu Zhenhua had known about it for a long time, he was still very satisfied after seeing it with his own eyes. This extra thing, in this era It is quite a rare thing, more precious than meat.
Early in the morning, it’s morning meal time again.
The heavenly soldiers stood together.
So did the militiamen.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the large pots set up on the open training ground. The pots were bigger than millstones. There were white things boiling in the pots, and the fragrance wafted so loud that some of them were sleeping. Zhongdu was awakened. If it weren't for a discipline problem, they would have come out to see what was being cooked.
"What's going on this time? Why didn't the Stove Lord just conjure up food? Why did he start cooking porridge for the Heavenly Soldiers?"
The militiamen swallowed their saliva and looked at the big pot with envy. They were all too familiar with the smell. It was the smell of white porridge.
Not only that, but the wooden barrels next to them also smelled like pickled mustard.
The militiamen were very puzzled. In the past, all the bowls, chopsticks and dishes came out with the hand of the Stove Lord, and disappeared after the heavenly soldiers finished eating. This time, it was cooked in a big pot and packed in wooden barrels.
The heavenly soldiers stared at the white porridge and pickled mustard. Isn't this what they eat? Why is it cooked in a big pot and packed in wooden barrels this time?
However, they didn't pay too much attention to this matter. They were more concerned about what Liu Zhenhua said about Tianbing's extra meal today.
What exactly would the Kitchen King give them as extra food?
The two teams lined up neatly, and the number of militiamen now reached one thousand and fourteen.
In ancient times, news spread slowly, but that was for distant places. Basically, any news within a province or town would be carried everywhere by wandering people.
If there is an uprising in one place, people from all over the country will know about it.
The story of the Kitchen King spread here, so all the surrounding villagers and refugees came here.
Liu Zhenhua walked out slowly, and the heavenly soldiers immediately straightened their chests, closed their mouths, and paid attention to Liu Zhenhua. Their training was very strict, and if they violated discipline, they would be deprived of their heavenly soldier status.
The militiamen took a little longer to establish discipline, but compared with the existing peasant army and even the ordinary Ming army, Liu Zhenhua's militiamen were already very disciplined.
"Everyone, have you seen these barrels and cauldrons behind me?"
Liu Zhenhua said with a smile, what is cooked here is gruel, which is the diluted meal of Tianbing meal.
Liu Zhenhua now has 9,000 subsistence meals a day, but Tianbing only has more than 200, and only eats more than 600 three meals a day.
If these things are not taken out, they will be refreshed the next day. If they are taken out, the pickles, white porridge and tea eggs... With the current weather, the white porridge and tea eggs will go bad after one or two days, and the pickles will only last three days.
However, Liu Zhenhua does not intend to improve the quality of the militia meals. After all, as his reputation becomes more and more famous and more and more people come to vote, the total number of militiamen will always exceed the number of his prestige meals, and future battles will become more and more popular. As it gets bigger and more frequent, the militiamen will be promoted to heavenly soldiers faster and faster.
For future credit issues, Liu Zhenhua must ensure that there is always a part of the reputation meal that no one eats, which means that there must always be a vacancy in the quota for promotion to the heavenly soldiers.
At present, some of the porridge and mustard must be taken out to dilute it, which is just an occasional encouragement meal for the militiamen.
"These white rice porridge and pickled mustard are rewards for the hard training of your militiamen."
"Long live the Kitchen King!"
After Liu Zhenhua finished speaking, the militiamen raised their weapons and shouted in unison, with excited expressions on their faces. Finally, they were able to eat white porridge and pickled mustard. Although it was only temporary, it was enough to make them ecstatic.
The heavenly soldiers looked at these excited militiamen and felt a sense of superiority. They had white porridge and pickled mustard for three meals a day, and it was not this diluted white porridge. Now these militiamen were just going to get this diluted white porridge and mustard. Zhacai was already so excited, which made their status as heavenly soldiers even more precious.
Some heavenly soldiers couldn't help but puff up their chests even more.
Liu Zhenhua took the little actions of these people seriously. Interest differences and class differences are always the most important things to maintain the stability of a collective. Of course, these two things must always remain fluid, otherwise, these two things will also be the most important things to destroy a collective. Swift stuff.
Why did the Ming Dynasty collapse so quickly?
The interests of the people at the bottom are severely exploited. Ordinary people cannot change their class, and the interests in their hands are getting smaller and smaller. The people at the top are greedy and greedy, desperately covering up their interests, linking and even blocking the channels for class advancement and interests.
So the people at the bottom rebelled, or they were led by ordinary people to rebel.
As for Liu Zhenhua, the militiamen and the heavenly soldiers have their own interests and classes. The militiamen have a channel that can be promoted to the heavenly soldiers within easy reach. The heavenly soldiers have a higher class and greater interests, but if they are not careful, Then everything will be lost, and class and interests will always be in Liu Zhenhua's hands. These heavenly soldiers can only protect their own interests and class, and have no right to block the flow of interests and classes.
Therefore, Liu Zhenhua's team is extremely stable right now.
When the sound subsided, Liu Zhenhua looked at the militiamen who were quiet but still excited, and then turned his attention to the heavenly soldiers.
"Look, what is this?"
Liu Zhenhua raised his hand, but there was nothing in it.
The militiamen and the heavenly soldiers stared at Liu Zhenhua's hands intently. They knew that the Kitchen King would not target him without aim. As expected, in the next second, something appeared in the Kitchen King's hand.
When the militiamen and heavenly soldiers saw clearly, their breathing suddenly became rapid.
"Egg! Egg!"
"No, it doesn't look like an egg. Why are there stains on it?"
But no matter what it is, it’s definitely an egg. Maybe it’s a magical egg laid by a magical chicken. It’s normal to have some differences from ordinary eggs.
Edi Niang, the Stove Lord has conjured eggs.
The heavenly soldiers' heartbeats were beating like drums, their breathing was rapid, and their eyes were wide. Contact Liu Zhenhua's words yesterday, wouldn't it mean that they would have eggs for three meals a day in the future.
My dear mother-in-law, God.
