Please ask me to be the emperor

Can the people of the world understand the painstaking efforts of Zhu Youjian, the emperor of the Nine Five-Year Plan period?

Of course not!

"Damn it, I'm going to starve to death soon, how can there be so much nonsense!" Zhang Xianzhong, the "Eight Great Kings", pulled out his sword and chopped down the old man who was holding his thigh and begging to the ground with just one blow.

"How did I feel about this knife?" After finishing the chop, Zhang Xianzhong wiped the blood from the knife on his clothes, turned around and asked the three adopted sons as if to show off.

"Father!" Zhang Wenxiu frowned upon seeing this and was about to step forward to give him some advice.

Zhang Nengqi quickly pulled him and reminded Liu Wenxiu that the person in front of him was not his master Zhang Shun.

If he offends the rebels, not only will his adoptive father be displeased, he may even lose his property and life.

The three of them had lived a stable life under the care of Li Sanniang since they became Zhang Shun's disciple.

They are all half-grown children and do not understand any big principles.

They just know that they are living a precarious life with "Eight King" Zhang Xianzhong, so they miss the happy times in the past.

The three people who were originally competing with each other also shared some of the same hatred.

Zhang Kewang quickly stepped forward and was the first to praise: "My foster father is good at swordsmanship!"

"Just seeing how close this person is to his adoptive father, he can hurt himself even if he is not careful."

"My foster father was able to cut off his bloodline with a single blow without getting any blood on his clothes. This is truly a miraculous skill!"

"Straight bitch, you have read a few books, but you can speak well, and what you say is so damn nice!" Zhang Xianzhong cursed, making people confused for a moment what he was thinking.

"You have been following King Shun for a long time, but you have learned to behave like a mother-in-law. You don't even dare to kill a chicken or a person. If this continues, how can I entrust you with important tasks?"

Then there is no need to kill people indiscriminately, right? Zhang Wenxiu said unconvinced.

However, since this guy was completely unreasonable, he did not dare to confront Zhang Xianzhong, so he had to remain silent.

Zhang Kewang noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere and quickly changed the subject: "Father, what do you think of King Shun's Heroic Order?"

"What do you think? This thief wants me to work for him again!" Zhang Xianzhong opened his mouth and cursed after hearing this.

"Every time we team up with him, nothing good will happen! He eats the meat and I eat the soup!"

Zhang Xianzhong was cursing vigorously when three or five soldiers came out of the deceased's yard and brought out a vat. When they saw the leader, they quickly reported: "Master Pan, you see, he is a poor man. There is only half a jar of millet and a few pickles left at home!”

Zhang Xianzhong was salivating. Hearing this, he opened the lid of the cylinder and saw that there was only half a jar of yellow millet inside. There are also a few dark pickles thrown on top, and I don't know if they are sour or not.

"It's bad luck! It's just this little thing and it's like he's ridden his mother. I've been nagging him for a long time. He really deserves to be killed!" Zhang Xianzhong was even more furious.

"Forget it, forget it, just drink water today!" Zhang Kewang raised his head and took a look, frowned and comforted, "The harvests in other places are not good either, there is nothing we can do!"

"Straight bitch, I think it's these poor people who refuse to give me convenience and hide some junk stuff here and there. If you search carefully for me, there must be something hidden!" Zhang Xianzhong was unwilling to give in and cursed. road.

"Father, Shaanxi has been in a bad year for the past two years, and the landlord's family has no surplus food!" Zhang Kewang said with a wry smile when he heard this.

"If Xianying really can't hold on, we can only think of other options!"

This Xianzhong likes to kill, but cannot tolerate others, so there are basically no civil servants or advisers under his command.

Even the other generals of the rebel army often disagree with him. In addition, they have finally made some progress recently and have been severely beaten by the Sichuan soldiers. They are really troubled internally and externally.

Fortunately, after being trained by Zhang Shun, the three adopted sons had some experience and temporarily filled the vacancies that he lacked in generals and civil servants.

"Straight bitch, it seems I have to go to Xi'an!" Zhang Xianzhong cursed, although he was a little unconvinced, but the situation was stronger than the others, so there was nothing he could do.

Zhang Kewang, Zhang Wenxiu and Zhang Nengqi were happy when they heard this, but they did not dare to show it on their faces.

Although foster father and master are both fathers, it is human nature to despise poverty and love wealth.

Not to mention that one is tolerant and the other is violent and cruel. It doesn’t matter which of the three people’s hearts are drawn to.

Among the mountains in the Qinling Mountains, Li Zicheng looked at the vast green mountains with the same distress.

Although people often say: "If you rely on the mountains, you can eat the mountains, if you rely on the sea, you can eat the sea." However, it is not always possible to fill your stomach.

Now in March and April, the mountain flowers are blooming and the grass and trees are green, just like a picture of a mountain with wandering clouds, wild cranes and celestial beings.

However, although the scenery is beautiful, there should be no food and drink. The soldiers of the rebel army are not monks who eat the beauty of the sun and drink the dew. How can they resist hunger?

Not long after, Li Guo and Liu Zongmin led over a dozen people and rushed over. Li Zicheng, with a frown on his face, hurriedly greeted him and asked, "How was the harvest?"

"Look, uncle, we shot a few antelopes, barking deer, a wild boar, seven or eight golden monkeys, thirty or fifty rats of various kinds, more than ten pheasants, and seven or eight bags of pine cones, chestnuts and wild vegetables." Li Guo responded with a grimace and pointed at the things the soldiers brought back.

"How much food?" When Li Zicheng heard this, it sounded like a lot of food, but if it were spread over thousands of soldiers, it would only take a mouthful of soup for each person.

"I borrowed several kilo of corn, one or two kilo of corn, black beans, soybeans, etc., and more than a thousand kilograms of bran and chaff..." Liu Zongmin murmured.

"Bran and chaff?" Li Zicheng was almost furious to death. Although he reviewed military discipline and couldn't help but kill people indiscriminately, he didn't say that he could rob indiscriminately?

"You can just catch a few monkeys, squirrels, and bamboo rats, and grab some beans to satisfy your hunger. It's still enough to eat."

"Then what are bran and bran? Can we eat what we feed cows and pigs?"

"The bran can be fed to the war horses. The bran is actually mixed with wild vegetables, and it tastes good when cooked!" Gu Junen saw that Li Guo and Liu Zongmin couldn't resist being trained by Li Zicheng, and quickly explained for them.

After listening to this, Li Zicheng was silent for a long time. He couldn't help but look up to the sky and sighed: "Li Zicheng, Li Zicheng, why are you here!"

He was originally a postman of the Ming Dynasty Station, and he was also a person of status and status in the eyes of ordinary people.

Although to the landlord, he is just an ant that can be crushed to death by stretching out his hands, he is also an "ant-head" after all.

Before he was "abolition", he had enough food and clothing, and he had raised a post horse. Of course, he knew that bran and chaff were not food for people to eat.

"There's nothing I can do, it's good to have some to eat!" Gu Jun'en comforted, "Now the people of Shaanxi are in dire straits. The bare land is thousands of miles away. Not to mention food, even the grass is much sparse..."

As a Huguang native, Gu Junen never imagined that there could be such a desolate place in the world, and it was eye-opening.

It turns out that in the last years of Wanli, Shaanxi suffered from disasters one after another, and there were nosy things like selling sons and daughters.

Nowadays, coupled with the rebel uprising and wars everywhere, it is simply like a hell on earth.

Even the thieves and bandits have nothing to rob, so we can see the famine!

"'General', why don't we leave Shaanxi, go south to Huguang, or go east to Tongguan to eat!" He couldn't help but suggest.

"No, I can't leave this time!" Li Zicheng frowned and said firmly, "Since King Shun wants to take Xi'an City, I will help him!"

"Shaanxi is thousands of miles away, how can it be justified for one person to monopolize it? As long as I can have a stable place, the power of the world is still unknown!"