Ming Dynasty: Summoning game players at the beginning

Chapter 45: The Master of Clear Soup
The news that the "Beggar Army" broke into Zhaojiazhuang and stationed there to distribute food spread like wildfire.

When the people and refugees nearby heard the news that there was food, they came with straw bags and baskets, just like bees discovering flowers.

They brought their families, including children and the elderly, just to get more food per person.

Outside Zhaojiazhuang, there were dozens of piles of burning firewood, with stands of various sizes of pots and pans, for steaming, boiling, stewing, frying, making meat, vegetables, noodles and millet, everything was available and everything was cooked.

Countless refugees held broken wooden bowls and watched eagerly as the volunteers slowly stirred the porridge, hoping to quickly fill their stomachs with the warm food.

Players who can cook can temporarily act as chefs, and their unique skills of flipping the wok and stir-frying are very skillful. The steamed vegetables, meat and steamed buns can be smelled for miles.

Not only were the refugees completely mesmerized, but even the players couldn't help but praise the brother who showed off his skills, "I didn't expect that you, who have killed so many people, could do this."

Thousands of people gathered densely around Zhaojiazhuang and lined up in more than a dozen long queues as required.

Each person was given three to five dou of grain according to gender, age and status, and children, women and children could also get hot meals cooked on the spot by the beggar army chef.

Of course, in order to prevent someone from taking advantage of the situation and coming back to claim more food after claiming it, the players came up with a clever plan -

He took out all the calligraphy works from Zhaojiazhuang, crushed them and mixed them with water to make ink, and then painted a "√" on the deep necks of the refugees who came to receive food one by one. He waited until the ink dried before letting the refugees go.

In this way, the difficult-to-wash ink will take several days to fade away naturally, and the painting on the neck will not be easily discovered unless you look up.

If a young man is willing to join the beggar army and successfully passes the selection, each person will be given a wooden spear or bamboo gun, and his family will be given some food.

However, in just one day, the number of combat players, players who "changed sides at the last minute", newly formed militiamen, and newly formed militiamen had exceeded two thousand.

And this number is still growing.

"Come on, come on, everyone has a share!" Liu Changsheng was in high spirits, as if he was celebrating New Year.

The feeling of upholding justice and being God's will is so refreshing, just like meeting an elderly person who is having difficulties in life on the street and buying him a fast food meal.

After all, everyone has grandparents, parents, and everyone has difficult times.

Seeing these familiar Chinese faces, Liu Changsheng would not allow himself to stand idly by.

Besides, the food, vegetables, meat and eggs distributed were not from his family, so he didn't feel bad about it.

His team was responsible for distributing meat. He handed out pork while Huang Zilong, Lu Xiaobu and others were transporting the stock in the back.

All the chickens, ducks, fish and pigs in Zhaojiazhuang were slaughtered, and even the former slaves and tenant farmers of Zhaojiazhuang helped to kill the animals at the slaughterhouse.

Liu Changsheng and others, who had been busy for half a day, also took their turn and started eating the steamed buns and meat soup.

Most players don’t care about what they eat in the game. They just need to fill in the basic indicators of carbohydrates, fats, proteins, and vitamins in the “character values” on time.

I don't care about the taste or appearance of the food at all. Instead, I just stew everything into a paste and drink it in one gulp. It's fast, easy, and energy-boosting, killing two birds with one stone.

The refugees from other places came back to life after eating the hot food, and they excitedly thanked the beggars for their charity.

The "energy" accumulated from a few full meals was enough for them to survive for a few more days while fleeing the famine. They did not dare to ask for anything more and were ready to leave with their families.

"Fellow villagers, you forgot to take something!" Liu Changsheng was quick-witted and walked up with the grain bag. Huang Zilong and others also followed with the grain bags and steaks.

"We are outsiders." The refugees from other places felt a little embarrassed. After all, they had to beg for food locally and had to look at the faces of the locals.

"What do you mean by 'outsiders'? We are all poor. Here you go!"

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The refugees from other places were shocked.

Unexpectedly, the beggars were truly living up to the rumors, distributing food per head. The heavy loads of food on their shoulders could even help them survive the drought. But that wasn't all. When the cuts of meat were delivered to them, the refugees almost lost their ability to express themselves.

It’s not enough to have food, there’s also precious meat!
The refugees didn’t even have to worry about this being “rice meat”, because the rebels were slaughtering and cutting real meat right outside the village in front of everyone.

You have to know that ordinary people would only buy a little meat during festivals, and the whole family would share it together. In fact, everyone just tasted a little bit of the meat.

The refugees looked at their entire families carrying food bags and holding meat chops, and then looked at the beggar soldier himself holding a broken bowl filled with indescribable porridge instead of big steamed buns and fat meat!

In order to provide food to the refugees, the leader of the rebel army actually lived frugally and ate porridge!

The beggars killed officials in rebellion and robbed the rich of their food. Isn't it for personal wealth? No matter how loud the slogans of the rebels were, they would enjoy the money and women they got.

But the beggars did not do so. They were like ascetic monks, harsh on themselves, and instead benefited the strangers and refugees who had nothing to do with them.

What a kind heart of a bodhisattva!
The refugees couldn't stop crying.

In the past, they were forced to kneel before officials and gentry, as it was a habit to submit to those in power.

Now, they feel that all gods and Buddhas have lost their sacred aura, and a real person with a "Bodhisattva heart" has appeared before them.

Give food, meat, salt...

The refugees knelt down involuntarily. It had nothing to do with dignity, it was just an action from their hearts.

They have nothing, and only this insignificant kneeling can express their strong emotions.

They knelt on the ground with the elderly and children and burst into tears, which made the players next to them confused and almost spilled the paste in their hands.

Did I give them too little meat?

"A living Bodhisattva of great compassion!"

A woman let out a howling cry to the sky, which attracted the excitement of countless refugees around her, and they all knelt down in unison.

Thousands of people shouted words like "Buddha Army", "Bodhisattva", "Immortal", etc., as if they wanted to roar out what was in their hearts.

Since they were born, the most care they received was from their relatives. Qihuojun had no relationship with them, but he treated them like his own children.

As the saying goes, sincerity is rewarded with sincerity. Even if the players do things out of interest and have never thought of becoming a model youth, their unintentional actions have won the people's recognition of an uprising army.

Now the beggar army is preparing to attack the county town, and the refugees are not allowed to just watch.

So everyone put in their utmost effort to help the beggars. Young men joined the beggars, and the elderly and children helped them make siege weapons.

They dismantled the wooden houses and earthen walls of Zhaojiazhuang and used the parts to make "ladders," battering rams, and planks to shield arrows...

The sight of thousands of people working spontaneously was a magnificent spectacle. Seeing this, Liu Changsheng couldn't help but recall a line: "Wherever our army goes, the people welcome it wholeheartedly. It truly is the perfect time. We are witnessing a scene of vibrant vitality, a scene of all things flourishing."

"That's a good idea, Mr. President." The man was lying in a rattan chair, holding a bowl of porridge in his hand.

"Hey hey hey! Don't say that. We are not the bald guys who occupy a small island. Stop talking nonsense!" Huang Zilong was so panicked that he reached out to cover his old friend's mouth.

"Wow, it makes me feel like there's a picture. The familiar Zhejiang accent is still ringing in my ears," said Lu Xiaobu.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Wu Litou laughed heartily, while Zhang Xianzhong silently muttered to himself, 800,000 versus 600,000, the advantage is in my hands.

Several teammates looked at each other, smiled knowingly, and looked at the people in the distance who were collaborating to build siege weapons, and looked at the sky in the distance that was dyed red by the setting sun.

Although the sun is gradually setting in the sky and they have to log off and start a new life, they are all confident that the sun will rise as usual tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)