The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

All that could be heard from the crowd nearby was...

Someone deliberately raised their voice and said, "Hey, do you know who got this porridge for you?"

"What?"

"Do you know who got this porridge for you?"

"Oh, I don't know."

"Aren't you curious?"

"What?"

"Aren't you curious why the Li family is distributing porridge today?"

"Oh, I'm not curious."

The refugee's words infuriated Li's servants.

He cursed these lowly people in his heart.

Damn it, communicating with these lowly people is such a pain!

Fortunately, he was not alone; he had accomplices present.

Then, the person who spoke first gave his companion a wink.

His accomplice immediately replied, "Oh, I know, this porridge was obtained by Miss Li for everyone!"

"That's right!" The Li family servant slapped his thigh, his expression excited. "Miss Li is a beautiful and kind-hearted woman! She couldn't bear to see us starving, which is why she begged Master Li to open the granaries and distribute grain!"

His companion nodded in agreement, "That's right! Miss Li is practically a living bodhisattva reincarnated!"

The voice just fell,

The servant of the Li family suddenly changed his expression, shook his head, and said with a face full of regret, "Alas, what a pity, such a good person, actually detained!"

Upon hearing this, another accomplice immediately responded, "Oh, Miss Li is such a good person, why is she being detained?"

The servant of the Li family explained, "I heard it was some imperial envoy from the capital who arrested Miss Li without even asking any questions!"

"Huh? Is that so? What right does the imperial envoy have to arrest people?"

"Who knows! They say she committed some kind of crime, but what kind of crime could a kind person like Miss Li commit?"

"I think it's just that imperial envoy deliberately causing trouble, taking advantage of the fact that we common folk have no one to back us up!"

"Bah! What imperial envoy? He's clearly a corrupt official!"

"That's right! We've eaten Miss Li's porridge, so we must remember her kindness!"

"If we could beg that imperial envoy to release Miss Li, that would be truly a good thing!"

"Let's go, let's go and beg that imperial envoy!"

"Yes! Let's go together! We must persuade the Imperial Envoy to release Miss Li!"

At first, only the actors arranged by the Li family were speaking.

But with their shouts coming one after another...

Many ordinary people, unaware of what was happening, joined in the shouting.

As a result, the noise grew louder and louder.

Zhu Ming: "..."

Hearing these people utter such rebellious words...

Huang Zian cautiously raised his head and secretly glanced at His Highness.

Zhu Ming watched this scene with great interest.

He didn't seem angry, but he also didn't seem happy.

As the Sixth Prince's number one lackey (self-proclaimed), Huang Zi'an felt he should do something!

Huang Zian took a deep breath and immediately started cursing.

"You bastard!"

"A bunch of troublemakers!"

"How dare you insult His Highness like this!"

He was trembling with rage, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to charge forward: "I'll tear your mouths apart!"

However, he had only taken one step.

"stop."

Zhu Ming immediately called out to him.

Huang Zian froze on the spot, his right foot dangling in mid-air.

He turned around, looking at Zhu Ming with a puzzled expression: "Your Highness? Did you call me?"

Zhu Ming said irritably, "What are you doing?"

Huang Zi'an landed on his feet, his neck stiffened, and he shouted indignantly, "How dare they insult His Highness! I will teach them a lesson on His Highness's behalf!"

Zhu Ming: "..."

He stared at Huang Zi'an speechlessly, as if he were looking at an idiot.

"You want to charge in and teach hundreds or thousands of people a lesson all by yourself? Who gave you the courage?"

"What, are you some kind of lion from the Wandering Earth who'll turn into Ultraman Leo?"

Huang Zi'an: "..."

He scratched his head, and the righteous indignation on his face instantly froze.

Uh……

That seems to make sense, doesn't it?

However, Huang Zian suddenly frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Your Highness, you mentioned that wandering lion, what is Ultraman Rei-sama? Is he very powerful?"

"He is..." Zhu Ming stopped mid-sentence, then rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Why should I explain this to you? You wouldn't understand anyway!"

Huang Zi'an stood there looking aggrieved, his hands twisted together, muttering softly, "How do you know I don't understand if you don't tell me..."

Zhu Ming glanced at him, his expression suddenly turned serious, and he immediately shouted, "Huang Zi'an!"

"Yes, sir!"

Huang Zi'an immediately straightened his back and responded loudly.

Zhu Ming said earnestly, "I have an important matter to entrust to you."

"Your Highness, please give your orders. Whether it's climbing mountains of knives or plunging into seas of fire, I, Huang Zi'an, will not even flinch!"

"Alright, enough with the flattery. I don't appreciate that. I'll have you send some people over. I'm here to provide disaster relief."

"what?"

Huang Zi'an paused for a moment, then looked at Zhu Ming hesitantly and whispered, "Your Highness, should we also distribute porridge? But we don't have that much food!"

Zhu Ming glanced at him, patted his pocket, and chuckled:

"What era are we living in? Who still does this porridge distribution stuff? It's so outdated!"

Huang Zi'an: "???"

No porridge?

What disaster relief are you providing?

Zhu Ming didn't keep them in suspense and said directly, "Have someone spread the word that His Highness plans to treat the entire city to a continuous feast!"

Huang Zi'an: "..."

He was completely stunned after hearing Zhu Ming's words.

What? A banquet served over drinks?

Your Highness intends to treat the entire city to a continuous feast?

He stared at Zhu Ming in disbelief, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

Huang Zian really wanted to say something.

Your Highness, do you know how many people there are in the whole city?

Including the refugees who fled from other places, there were at least tens of thousands of people.

Even if each person only eats one kilogram of grain, one meal would consume tens of thousands of kilograms of grain.

This is only considering the distribution of porridge.

If it were the continuous banquet Your Highness mentioned, wouldn't chicken, duck, fish, and meat be indispensable?

Where did he get so much chicken, duck, fish and meat?

However, seeing him standing there in a daze, Zhu Ming's expression changed, and he immediately laughed and scolded:

"What are you all standing there for? Quickly do as I say! Remember to call as many people as possible, the more the better!"

Huang Zi'an suddenly snapped out of his daze, his whole body jolting, and immediately said, "Yes, sir! I'll do it right away!"

Alright, alright. Since Your Highness wants to play, then I'll risk my life to accompany you and make a big scene with you.

Besides, given his judgment of people...

The Sixth Prince doesn't seem like the kind of person who speaks without reason.

Since he dared to speak up, he must have had a reason for doing so.

After saying that, Huang Zi'an turned and ran off to do Zhu Ming's bidding.

at this time,

Empress Ma stepped forward and said to Zhu Ming with a smile, "Ming'er, is this the plan you came up with? Using the magic weapon your master gave you to conjure up all sorts of food?"

Zhu Ming nodded with a grin: "Mother is so smart! That's right, that's the idea I came up with."

However, upon hearing this, Empress Ma's smile gradually faded, replaced by a hint of worry.

"But can your magic weapon really conjure up an unlimited supply of food?"

"And do you even know how many people live in this whole city?"

"You keep changing one by one, and who knows when you'll stop."

Empress Ma was clearly worried about Zhu Ming and afraid that he was overworking.

However, Zhu Ming chuckled, patted his little chest, and said confidently, "Mother, don't worry."

"This morning my master bestowed upon me another magical treasure. Let alone a mere county town, even seven or eight more wouldn't be a problem!"

After hearing what Zhu Ming said,

Empress Ma felt a little relieved.

However, she then became somewhat interested in the newly bestowed magical artifact that Zhu Ming had mentioned.

What kind of magical artifact is it?

It can solve the food needs of an entire city at once.

Huang Zi'an was incredibly efficient and decisive in his work.

He ran home in a flash and summoned all the servants in the mansion, whether they were sweepers, cooks, or gatekeepers.

Immediately afterwards, he sent someone on horseback to inform the county magistrate, Wang Defa.

Wang Defa was originally heartbroken because of his wife's situation.

But upon hearing that it was the Sixth Prince's mission, they dared not be negligent and immediately perked up.

On the spot, all of the hundreds of yamen runners in the county government were dispatched.

And so—

Huang Zi'an's dozens of servants, plus the county government's hundreds of yamen runners, plus the dozens of idlers that Wang Defa temporarily hired from the city.

Two or three hundred people marched in a grand procession toward the city gate.

The sheer number of people there made you think they were going to war.

The group arrived at an open space a few hundred meters away from where the Li family was distributing porridge.

Huang Zi'an waved his hand:

"Let's do it!"

Two or three hundred people immediately got to work.

Some people carried timber, some held hammers, and some stretched canvas.

In no time at all—

A huge, enclosed shed was erected.

Next to the shed, a tall bleacher stand was also built.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of wooden tables were moved over and pieced together, covering a distance of several hundred meters!

From a distance, the row of long wooden tables stretched across the open space like a long dragon.

The passersby were all dumbfounded.

"What, what's going on here?"

"I don't know, judging from this setup, it seems like something big is about to happen?"

"A table hundreds of meters long? My goodness, how many people could that seat?"

"Could it be that they're inviting us to dinner?"

"Don't dream about it, who would invite us poor folks to dinner?"

The people were buzzing with discussion, craning their necks and peering out curiously.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the Li family's porridge distribution—

Li Fu, the steward of the Li family, also noticed the commotion.

He frowned, watching the two or three hundred people bustling around, and then looked at the wooden table that stretched for hundreds of meters, feeling a vague unease in his heart.

"What exactly are they trying to do?"

He muttered something to himself, then quickly gathered a few of his men to go and gather information.

Once everything is ready—

Zhu Ming, Empress Ma, and Xu Miaoyun then went into the sealed shed.

The shed was covered with thick canvas on all four sides, making it appear completely airtight from the outside.

People outside have absolutely no idea what's going on inside.

Zhu Ming's plan was also very simple.

All he needs to do is hide in this shed and quietly conjure up food.

As for serving dishes, those tasks were all handed over to the subordinates that Huang Zi'an had gathered.

To outsiders, all they see are tables of steaming hot food being continuously served on the hundreds-of-meters-long wooden table.

But we'll never know where all this food came from.

to be honest--

This is similar to the practice of holding a large banquet in rural areas.

The host family only needs to focus on cooking in the kitchen; the helpers will take care of serving the dishes.

The guests just sat down and ate; who would bother to ask how the dishes were made?

The more Zhu Ming thought about it, the more perfect his plan seemed, and he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

"Today, I'm hosting a feast for all the people of the city!"

Empress Ma, standing to the side, couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as she watched her son's radiant appearance.

This kid may seem unreliable at times, but deep down he still cares about the people.

Empress Ma really wished she could immediately bring Zhu Chongba over and see just how outstanding her precious son was.

And outside the shed—

Holding a bronze gong, Huang Zi'an scurried up to the high platform.

He cleared his throat, and then—

"Bang!!!"

He banged the gong hard.

The sound was loud and crisp, making people's ears ring.

The people queuing for porridge and the onlookers were all drawn to the sound of the gong.

One by one, they turned their heads and looked towards the stands.

"Huh? Who's that?"

"You don't even know who he is? He must be new here!"

"Brother, you guessed right, I really did just arrive yesterday. Is this person famous?"

"He's Master Huang here. He controls the entire medicinal herb business in the county. You tell me, isn't he famous?"

"Oh, what is he going to do? Is he going to distribute porridge to everyone like the Li family did?"

"Who knows?!"

The people were buzzing with discussion, craning their necks and peering out curiously.

Huang Zi'an nodded in satisfaction when he saw that everyone was looking over.

He cleared his throat and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Fellow villagers! Quiet down! Quiet down! Let me say a few words!"

The crowd gradually quieted down.

Everyone stared at Huang Zi'an, waiting for him to speak.

Huang Zi'an coughed twice and continued:

"I'm sure everyone has already heard about it!"

"An imperial envoy has arrived in our county!"

The people below immediately began to whisper among themselves.

"An imperial envoy?"

"Is that the imperial envoy who killed Qian Youde?"

"I heard they even detained the young lady from the Li family!"

Huang Zi'an waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet:

"That's right!"

"It's an imperial envoy!"

"but--"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the room, and said, word by word:

"I'm sure many of you are unaware of the true identity of this imperial envoy!"

"Today, I'll tell you all—"

"This imperial envoy is none other than..."

"He is the legitimate son of His Majesty and the Empress!"

"The Sixth Prince of the Ming Dynasty!!!"

The words had barely left his mouth—

The people below immediately erupted in uproar.

"What?!"

"Sixth Prince?!"

"It's...it's a prince?!"

"My God! A prince has actually come to our poor, remote little town?!"

"Am I dreaming?"

The people stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, their faces filled with shock and disbelief.

Some people even couldn't help but pick at their ears, thinking they had misheard.

Your Highness!

That's a prince!

These ordinary people rarely even get to see the county magistrate in their entire lives.

Now, a prince has actually arrived?!

This is like a dream!