Chapter 9: This is called a traitor? It's clearly the king's army!

"Don't push or grab!"

"All, all!"

"Don't worry, there's more corn porridge, white flour buns, and pickled mustard tubers!"

"Unlimited supply!"

Ye Chen saw villagers pouring out of the bunkers and earthen buildings.

He stood at the entrance of the village and loudly maintained order.

He doesn't have much now.

There is plenty of food.

Not to mention the more than a thousand people in Dongwang Village.

Even if the amount increased tenfold, he could still supply it.

At this time, Wang Sen, the head of Dongwang Village, happily held a bowl of corn porridge, walked to Ye Chen and revealed his family background.

"Village Chief, I apologize for disturbing you!"

Ye Chen bowed and smiled at Wang Sen.

Wang Sen quickly said politely.

"You are so polite, Mr. Qu."

"I dare not speak of other old men."

"In this small piece of land in Dongwang Village, my words still count."

"If the Marshal has any instructions, just tell me directly."

Wang Sen simply ignored the instructions he had just given to the villagers to stay calm.

A group of villagers rushed out frantically to grab the corn porridge.

suddenly.

Wang Sen seemed to remember something.

"By the way, Marshal, how long will your army stay in Dongwang Village?"

He still remembered what Ye Chen said.

The Yellow Turban Army will be supplied with Dongwang Village’s corn porridge for as long as they stay in the village.

"I'm afraid it'll take a while!"

Ye Chen replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Wang Sen felt relieved.

He really hoped that the Yellow Turban Army would stay in Dongwang Village forever.

Where can I find such a good army!
Without saying a word, they started by serving corn porridge and white flour steamed buns.

Unlimited supply too.

How can this be called a traitor?
It’s clearly the king’s teacher!
"Village Chief, please talk to the other three villages!"

"Let them have some porridge too!"

"Same rules, eat as much as you want, unlimited!"

“The more you eat, the better!”

"One more thing, I hope the village chief will keep the news that our army is stationed in Dongwang Village secret."

"Someone from the government will come to inquire about the news later."

"I hope the village chief can help cover it up."

"Ha ha!"

Wang Sen patted his chest so hard that it made a loud noise.

"Don't worry, Commander Qu."

"I will never tell you, old man."

"Not only me, but who in our entire Dongwang Village dares to leak the news of the Yellow Turban heroes?"

"Punish him severely according to the clan rules!"

Now Wang Sen’s attitude towards the Yellow Turban Army is very enthusiastic.

joke!

When the government soldiers arrived, they really drove away the Yellow Turban Army.

Where will they go to drink corn porridge and eat white flour buns in the future?
What a bunch of bastards the officers and soldiers are.

Every time they came, they either collected taxes or imposed labor.

As for the lives and deaths of ordinary people, the government has never cared.

It seems that I can no longer blindly listen to others.

You can’t trust even a single punctuation mark when it comes to what the government says.

They also said that the Yellow Turban Army killed people like crazy and committed all kinds of evil.

It doesn't look like that's the case.

Ye Chen watched the old village chief turn around and call villagers from other villages to come and drink porridge.

Nodding with satisfaction.

In this era, it’s good to say the least.

It’s bad to say the least!

The people's demands are really not high.

As long as they can eat well.

They support whoever they want.

This was also what Ye Chen had thought of in advance before breaking out.

It means hiding troops among the people.

Develop your own base in the countryside.

to this end.

He directly brought over the three major disciplines and eight points of attention from later generations.

Special emphasis.

We must not disturb the public and must not take even a single needle or thread from them.

Just as the villagers were drinking porridge.

Ye Chen also specially arranged his soldiers.

Help villagers repair their houses.

Help every household get water.

As for where the army lives.

There is a little open space, and we can build a thatched hut and use it as a military camp.

Anyway, the principle is that you cannot take advantage of the villagers.

Naturally, no one dared to disobey his orders.

After so many days of eating corn porridge and white flour steamed buns.

Ye Chen's status in the Yellow Turban Army was completely deified.

With his current prestige, he would be in trouble even if he asked his soldiers to commit mass suicide.

I'm afraid no one would frown.

At this time, the benefits of the religious army can be seen.

There can only be one voice in the army.

That voice was Ye Chen's voice. At the same time.

There are four king villages in the east, west, south and north.

At this moment it turned into a sea of ​​joy.

Many villagers were squatting in the open space chatting with corn porridge in their hands.

“Yummy, so delicious!”

"What do you think this porridge is made of? Why does it taste so good?"

"Really? If I could eat this every day, it would be worth dying for!"

"If you want to eat these every meal, there is a way."

"Oh, brother, tell me quickly."

"That's easy. Just join the Yellow Turban Army. I heard from the soldiers in the Yellow Turban Army that they eat corn porridge and white flour buns every day."

"Turtle, eating these every day, isn't this the life of a god?"

"But the Yellow Turban Army is a rebel after all!"

"What's the difference between a rebel and not a rebel? If I can eat corn porridge and white flour buns every day, it doesn't matter if I'm a rebel."

"That's right! I wonder if Commander Qu needs more people? If he recruits soldiers, I'll be the first to sign up."

"That's right! As long as I can have corn porridge and white flour buns every day, it doesn't matter if I sell my life to Commander Qu."

……

Today, after being bombarded with corn porridge and white flour steamed buns, the villagers of Siwang Village have completely turned to Ye Chen and the Yellow Turban Army.

After tasting the corn porridge and white flour buns, many young and strong people were eager to join the Yellow Turban Army.

Although the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people were unable to join the army, they all hoped that the Yellow Turban Army could stay in Siwang Village for a while longer.

Such delicious food is available every day.

From time to time, soldiers would help with the work.

This is probably how the life of a god should be!

In just one meal.

Ye Chen's image in the hearts of the villagers of Siwang Village became extremely tall and majestic.

The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds.

What’s more, it is Siwang Village with a population of more than 5,000.

at this time.

In a corner at the entrance of the village.

A dozen people were drinking corn porridge, eating white flour buns, and looking at Ye Chen's figure.

There was a cold light in his eyes.

These people usually live in Jiangdu County.

Occasionally return to Siwang Village to visit relatives.

Of course they knew how much the head of Ye Chen, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army, was worth.

According to the notice posted by the county government.

Whoever can kill Ye Chen can bring his head.

Reward one hundred gold.

This is one hundred gold!
Ordinary people can’t earn that much money in their lifetime, let alone several lifetimes.

"Everyone listen to me!"

"Look at the current posture of the Yellow Turban Army."

"I can't leave for a while!"

"Let's find an opportunity tonight!"

"Kill this bastard, and take his head to the government office to claim the reward."

"When the bounty comes down, we'll split it evenly!"

As soon as I heard that we would take action tonight.

For a moment, a look of fear appeared on the faces of several people around.

There were only a dozen of them.

How could they kill the enemy commander under the protection of a thousand Yellow Turban soldiers?

But people die for money, and birds die for food.

There were still a few who gritted their teeth and decided to go for the big one.

but.

In this place, a dozen people didn't notice it.

The old village chief Wang Sen was hiding in a corner, silently watching them for a long time.

After a while, he heard his subordinate Lao Wang say that the military camp was almost ready.

Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction.

[Ding, reputation +1]

[Ding, reputation +1]

【Ding……】

……

In his mind, a series of system prompts sounded, making Ye Chen very satisfied.

This goes on.

Wait until the hearts of the villagers of Siwang Village are completely won over.

His reputation is bound to surge again.

This is also one of the fundamental reasons why he must break out of Camel Mountain no matter what.

Only when you go to a crowded place can you gain new reputation points crazily.

Otherwise, he would just be left alone to fend for himself with the thousand Yellow Turban soldiers under his command.

How long can it last?

As long as he has food, he can continue to increase his reputation.

"It seems that the first step now is to go out."

Ye Chen sighed in his heart.

Looking back on the various experiences I had during my time traveling through time.

His current situation is much better than when he first crossed over.

After completely winning over the hearts of the villagers of Siwang Village.

He was going to use Siwang Village as his base to carry out a bigger plan.

"Hey, village chief, how many bowls have you drunk?"

"Drink less and don't overdo it. We still have more tomorrow."

Captain Wang looked at the village chief Wang Sen walking towards him.

He joked with a smile.

Wang Sen looked around and spoke to Captain Wang in a low voice.

"Sir Wang, please report this to Commander Qu!"

"There's a spy in our village!"

(End of this chapter)