Chapter 2: Corn Porridge and Plenty of White Bread

Jiangdu County, Camel Mountain.

In a deserted village in the mountains.

At the entrance of the village, five leaders of the Yellow Turban Army gathered around a campfire, warming themselves and cursing at the same time.

"It's almost dark, why haven't you served the meal yet?"

"You are trying to starve us to death."

Among the five people sitting around, an old man with gray hair complained to a tall and burly man in the middle.

A minor general of the Yellow Turban Army, with a thousand soldiers under his command.

There were five colonels, each with two hundred soldiers under his command.

The five men beside the campfire are the captains commanding the Yellow Turban Army.

"Eat whatever you want!"

"Damn, I can even count how much rice is in that bowl of porridge."

"There is a big difference between drinking porridge and drinking water."

"I'm just a pee, but it's muddier than that shitty porridge!"

"In my opinion, we should just kill that general with a single blow and then surrender to the government. Maybe we can even have a hot meal."

The sturdy man held a steel knife in his hand and kept wiping it.

A fierce light flashed in his eyes from time to time.

Ever since we went into hiding in the mountains, the food has been getting worse and worse.

In the past, when I was at the foot of the mountain, if I really had nothing to eat, I could still go and steal.

Now the soldiers have closed the mountain, and it is snowing heavily in winter.

You can't even find any game when you go into the mountains.

Now the rats take a detour when they see them.

Today’s daily meals are more like water than porridge.

It would be good to find three grains of rice in a bowl of porridge.

If you drink this stuff every day, there's no chance you'll feel full.

"Don't talk nonsense. If you really kill Qu Shuai, God will blame you and send a bolt of lightning to kill you!"

Said the old captain with gray hair.

Hear the words.

There was a hint of fear in the sturdy man's eyes.

But the hunger in his stomach still made him look determined.

People in this era are still very superstitious.

If they were not afraid of Huang Tian's punishment, they would have swarmed up and chopped Ye Chen to death.

"I'm coming!"

"Gentlemen, it's time for dinner!"

Just then, a fireman came over carrying a bucket of porridge.

Saw someone coming.

Several people quickly gathered around.

When I walked over and looked at the porridge in the bucket, I realized that the strong man lived in Bengbu at that time.

"Nima's!"

“In the past, you could even count the grains of rice in a bowl of porridge.”

"Now you can even count the grains of rice in a bucket of porridge."

"Master Qu is not going to let our brothers live!"

"Old Wang, will you do what I just said?"

After saying that, the sturdy man stared at Old Wang with burning eyes.

"this one?"

"hehe!"

Old Wang was evasive.

"I definitely want to do it!"

"But we are respecting Huang Tian after all."

"If Huang Tianzhen punishes me and I'm struck to death by lightning, I won't even have the chance to reincarnate and be reborn as a human being!"

"You're a fucking coward!"

"If you don't do it, I'll do it myself!"

"You wait for me."

After saying that, he went to the camp in the village to greet his confidants.

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"Master Qu, the soup is so bland every day, and the brothers can't eat it!"

"Yeah, the clear part of the porridge is enough to feed fish. Drinking it is the same as not drinking it!"

"Commander Qu, this is your fault! How can you let your brothers starve?"

"That's right. Rather than starve to death, we might as well fight the soldiers. Maybe we can find a breakthrough and have a chance to survive."

……

In the yard of the dilapidated house where Ye Chen was.

There were bursts of noisy shouting.

We have been surrounded by officers and soldiers for more than a week.

In addition, the mountain was closed due to heavy snow, and it was hard to find food.
This goes on.

Of course Ye Chen knew the result very well.

The only outcome is mutiny.

To be honest, they can last up to a week before mutiny.

Ye Chen felt sorry for them.

If it were me, I would have quit long ago.

Therefore, it was not difficult for Ye Chen to predict such a result.

He took a deep breath, opened the door and came in front of everyone.

"Everyone!" "I also know that many of you are dissatisfied with the food!"

"Humph!"

The leading Captain Lin smiled coldly.

They are so hungry that they are almost peeing blood.

How can you be dismissed with just a few words?
Captain Lin was about to make a sarcastic remark.

Then Ye Chen changed the subject.

“Although it used to be like this.”

"But from today on, I, Ye Chen, promise to make sure my brothers have enough to eat every meal!"

"If there is anyone who is hungry, I, Ye Chen, will kill myself!"

"What a boaster!"

When everyone heard Ye Chen's bragging, they were speechless.

Since there is a solution, why didn’t you do it earlier?
I'm afraid he's saying this just to save his life.

"Brothers, don't waste your time on him!"

"Come on shoulder to shoulder!"

Captain Lin drew his sword and rushed straight towards Ye Chen.

"and many more!"

Ye Chen quickly turned around and went into the house.

When Captain Lin saw that he wanted to escape, he rushed into the house with a dozen of his men.

As soon as I entered the house, I smelled a rich aroma of porridge filling the room.

Captain Lin took two steps at a time and rushed towards the big vat in front of Ye Chen.

The jar was filled with bright orange corn porridge and white flour steamed buns.

There were also strips of red pickled mustard tuber wrapped in some unknown sauce.

Seeing this, Captain Lin's face was full of disbelief.

"Boom boom boom!"

The whole person took a few steps back in shock.

He looked at Ye Chen with horror.

"Qu Shuai, this... is this true?"

"What's in the jar? Why does it smell so good?"

"Let me see, let me see!"

Captain Lin and a dozen of his men smelled a fragrance in the house.

He didn't even bother to kill Ye Chen.

They rushed to the side of the tank.

I saw the jar full of corn porridge, white flour buns, and pickled mustard tubers.

Each one was struck by lightning.

The whole person was stunned.

It was as if he was under a spell of immobilization.

However, the drool flowing from the corners of their mouths showed that they were not bound by any magic.

Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw the jar full of corn porridge and white flour steamed buns.

I have never seen anything so delicious in my life!
The bright orange corn porridge looks like gold, making people salivate with saliva.

Compared with the bland food of the previous few days, the difference is as great as heaven and earth.

There were also white flour buns next to the corn porridge. The smell of the flour made the officers and soldiers swallow their saliva.

"Sir, are these really for us to eat?"

A soldier pointed at the white facial mask and corn porridge tremblingly and asked with rapid breathing.

"It's natural!"

"I prayed to the Yellow Heaven. The Yellow Heaven was touched by my sincerity and took pity on us Yellow Turbans who were starving."

"You have given me these grains so that I can have a good meal."

"Everyone, don't worry and eat. If you don't have enough, there's more!"

"As a believer of the Tianping Dao, you will be blessed by the Yellow Heaven!"

Ye Chen looked like a charlatan and explained to everyone the origin of these grains.

It’s time to say it or not.

Being a Yellow Turban has its perks.

Anything that cannot be explained can be blamed on Huang Tian.

Who made them the Yellow Turban Army? They were essentially a religious army.

It is reasonable for God to give some gifts to help believers get through the difficult times!!
"Brothers, what are you still standing there for? Eat!"

Ye Chen saw that everyone was staring at the corn porridge and white flour steamed buns in a daze, and no one moved for a long time.

He simply grabbed a white steamed bun and stuffed it into the hand of a soldier guarding the place.

The soldier touched the hot white flour bun and smelled the tempting aroma of flour. For a moment he was at a loss what to do.

"Little brother, eat!"

Ye Chen showed a kind smile on his face and encouraged with his eyes.

As his voice fell.

A dozen soldiers pounced on the corn porridge and white flour steamed buns like hungry wolves.

[Ding, reputation +1]

[Ding, reputation +1]

……

Ye Chen heard the prompt sounds in his mind constantly ringing, and saw that in the system space, there were more and more corn porridge, white flour buns, and pickled mustard tubers.

A happy smile appeared on his face.

he knows.

This mutiny crisis was safely overcome.

(End of this chapter)