Wild vegetables are very unpalatable, they are very unpalatable. Zhu Cilang's taste buds are occupied by bitter taste. This is not something that people eat, and even pigs don't eat it.

"Ph! Ph bah!..." Zhu Ciyang finally couldn't help but spit out all the vegetables in his mouth. Then, he poured all the vegetables in his mouth to the ground: "General Li!"

Li Shouyan gritted his teeth and bowed: "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"This is too unreasonable!" Zhu Cilang was furious. He blamed all this on Li Shouyan's dereliction of duty. After all, he was responsible for the military pay escort task. These civilians were also responsible for him.

Li Shouyan actually has troubles, and it is a practice to recruit civil servants. No food or pay is all free voluntary labor for civil servants. If they refuse, they will be punished by the government or impose huge taxes.

According to the Ming Dynasty law, based on the number of grains and thickness of households, the number of people engaged in irregular labor service was compiled and signed.

The tax service yellow list determines that the households are third-class and ninth grade. Whenever they encounter corvée labor, the severity of the households shall be checked according to the upper, middle and lower levels. This type of mixed service has many names. According to the service targets, it can be divided into Beijing service, prefecture service, county service and royal service. It is regularly edited and reviewed, and the average labor service is compiled in addition to the tax service yellow list, and the number of people in tax service is distributed equally. It is organized according to the land of the land and is collected according to the autumn grain.

However, there are policies and countermeasures at the top, and the people have to be obliged to participate in various labor services. However, those landlords and wealthy families will try their best to avoid labor service, such as bribing the government, modifying land registration, etc. In the end, they can only choose from the poor at the bottom.

Zhu Cilang didn't know the inside story. He thought Li Shouyan had a full pocket from it. Li Shouyan sighed and could only tell the truth: "Your Highness, the prince has always been like this. The people raised their own food, and the court had no obligation to distribute it. Moreover, the last generals and the last generals were also the same as what they ate."

Zhu Cilang was furious: "What about the money? These civilians don't even have money, right?"

Li Shouyan shook his head again, which completely shocked Zhu Cilang. The Ming Dynasty was so bad that it deserved to be destroyed. He turned to look at these skinny and skinny men with a look on their faces. Everyone looked at him with a numb and dull expression.

The guy who had snatched the supper by Zhu Cilang was staring at the vegetable porridge thrown on the ground in a daze. He didn't understand the thunderous anger of His Royal Highness. What he cared about was his supper being thrown on the ground.

The man was hesitating. He hesitated whether he should pick up and eat the wild vegetables on the ground. If he didn't eat them, he would starve. In the end, he lay at Zhu Cilang's feet regardless of everything, pick up the wild vegetables on the ground and stuffed them into his mouth. The wild vegetables mixed with soil and sand were eaten voraciously.

Zhu Cixuan's lips moved, and he helped the dull civilian man up, his eyes were a little wet: "Come on, bring me the supper for me."

The people eat pig food, while Zhu Cilang eats delicacies from mountains and seas. Rice is tribute rice from Jiangnan. Even on the way to march, Zhu Cilang's food can still be described as luxury. Flower rolls, steamed cakes, sea-clear rolls, butterfly rolls; large steamed cakes, pretzels, sugar cakes, sesame cakes, milk skin cakes, thin crackers, Ganoderma lucidum cakes; egg noodles, white cut noodles, crystal rice. White boiled meat, steamed meat, pig crumb bones, lychee pork, pork dragon pine soup, agate cake soup, Jinsi cake soup, osmanthus cake soup...

It can be said that Zhu Cixuan carried a mobile kitchen with him. Soon, a chef brought his dinner here.

Looking at the steaming and fragrant food, the villagers opened their eyes wide. The white bread and bread are so fragrant that they cannot call the various rare dishes with names.

Zhu Cilang took two steamed buns and handed them to the civilian just now: "Eat it."

The civil servant was more frightened. He shrank his neck in fear, but the delicious food was tempting him. I don’t know how long it took, but I couldn’t remember when I had eaten such white flour buns.

Finally, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand, but when the steamed buns were hot, his eyes lit up a little. This made Zhu Cilang feel a little relieved. Such eyes were full of hope.

The man took the two steamed buns and shocked Zhu Cilang the next second. He almost ate one of the steamed buns in one bite at a speed of swallowing them whole.

Yes, he swallowed the steamed buns with a fist size in one mouthful.

Zhu Cilang looked at him in shock. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe his eyes. So he handed the man another steamed bun.

This time he saw clearly, and saw the man taking the steamed bun and stuffing it into his mouth quickly, and swallowing it eagerly.

At least he could bite the action of eating voraciously, but this man almost swallowed it in one bite, and it was still such a big steamed bun. It was just because of two words - hungry.

The civil servant had one in his hand, but he didn't eat it, but put it in his arms. I don't know if it was for the next meal, or what broke Zhu Cixuan's heart even more was that he wanted to leave it to his children.

Zhu Cilang didn't ask, he dared not ask. He was afraid that he would not be able to withstand such a blow, what kind of dire straits were the people under the Ming Dynasty.

If it weren't for my own eyes, Zhu Cilang in the Forbidden City would never know the suffering of the people in his life. This is still the disaster area around the capital, and what about the disaster areas... Zhu Cilang dared not continue to imagine it.

"Divid all these foods, and from now on, the prince will eat with these civilians."

"Your Highness of the Crown Prince!" Li Shouyan and Xia Dechao and others were shocked. If the crown prince wanted to eat the same food as these civilians, how could he bear Zhu Cilang's young body and long journeys?

Li Shouyan bowed: "Your Highness, the last generals will eat with them, your highness should forget it."

"No, add the food of the prince. In the future, everyone will have food to eat together and travel together whenever they have roads." Zhu Cilang's tone was firm.

This time, Li Shouyan and Xia Dechao did not object, but looked at Zhu Cilang with more admiration.

Yes, this is a good prince. The Ming Dynasty had a prince like Zhu Cilang, which made them feel that at least there was hope.

In the following days, Zhu Cilang really ate with these civilians. In terms of diet, he no longer enjoyed the treatment of the prince, but instead ate brown rice porridge mixed with wild vegetables like the civilians.

Yishitian, the place name in many places is called Yishitian. It is a road with two walls clamped, and there is only a mountain road in the middle. In this kind of place, one man should be a pass and ten thousand men cannot open it.

If there are bandits robbing here, it is easy to succeed.

This is the closest road to Liaodong official road. If you detour, you will have to walk at least half a month longer.
Chapter completed!