King Gui Zhu Youlang finally decided to move to Guilin.

Although the Guangxi army has been damaged, it has not yet reached the point of being damaged.

In comparison, Ding Kuichu from Guangdong was extremely miserable.

This guy wanted to escape from the sea, but was betrayed by his subordinates.

Zhu Youlang was even more grateful for the decision he made at the beginning. If he had stayed in Guangzhou like Ding Kuichu, he would have become a prisoner at the bottom of the ranks now.

The imperial army had already controlled Guangdong and Fujian, but Guangxi had not yet taken it.

Zhu Youlang came to Guilin just to delay time by boosting morale.

As long as Annan wrote back, he would lead his troops to join him without hesitation.

Of course, Annan may also refuse. If Annan people refuse Zhu Youlang and have also decided to retreat, they will lead their troops to the West.

There are many island countries in the West, some of which only know one name, and some do not even know the name.

As long as you escape there, you probably don’t have to worry about the pursuit.

Of course, this is the worst strategy. Zhu Youlang is unwilling to go to a place where he can transform into a native.

"Your Highness, it's time to have a meal."

A little eunuch asked respectfully.

"Yeah, bring it in."

Maybe it was because he was worried about defeat. Zhu Youlang has a bad appetite recently and nothing he eats is right.

However, he also understood that some things are useless to worry about, and he had to eat and sleep.

The little eunuch walked into the hall with a food box, took out the dishes and placed them on the table in turn.

Zhu Youlang glanced at it briefly and found that it was all common dishes in the palace.

These dishes cannot be said to be unrefined, but if you eat too much, you will inevitably get bored.

Nowadays, Zhu Youlang feels disgusting whenever he sees these delicacies.

But there was a dish that caught his attention.

The dish was as stuffy as mud, and its color was not bright and beautiful. But a wonderful fragrance drifted out, attracting Zhu Youlang.

"It smells so good!"

Zhu Youlang closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and asked in a deep voice: "What's the name of this dish?"

The little eunuch quickly replied respectfully: "Report to your Highness, this dish is called mashed potatoes."

“Mashed potatoes?”

He has heard of potatoes. It is said that they have been promoted in Sichuan and Shandong, and are also grown in Jiangxi and Huguang.

But can potatoes be made into mud?

He couldn't wait to pick up a small piece with chopsticks and put it into his mouth. In a moment, his mouth was surrounded by a strong fragrance.

The mashed potatoes melt in your mouth. The warm and continuous feeling is really refreshing.

It smells so good!

"Who created this mashed potato method?"

"Report to Your Highness, it is said that the mashed potatoes were made from Nanjing..."

When I heard the words "Nanjing" Zhu Youlang's smile on his face came to an abrupt end.

Nanjing, it’s Nanjing again!

He should have thought of it long ago.

Potatoes were made by the man sitting on the dragon chaise. It would be no wonder that he would tinker with mashed potatoes.

"If you take it down, you will take it down for me!"

Zhu Youlang was furious and shook his sleeves and shouted.

The little eunuch quickly packed the dishes and took the food box away in a hurry, fearing that the prince would take his anger on him.

Zhu Youlang's mood was completely bleak.

Why is this happening? Why does he always live under the shadow of Zhu Cilang?

No matter when and wherever Zhu Cilang will always compare him.

This is unfair!

Zhu Youlang's chest was fluctuating sharply because his angry cheeks were flushed red.

He swore that he would pull Zhu Cixuan off the dragon chaise, sure!

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Shandong, Qingzhou Prefecture.

A porridge shed was set up outside the city to help the victims from the north.

Most of these victims were dressed in rags and had dishy faces.

Because the weather is severe, it is trembling with coldness.

The Qingzhou Prefecture allocated cotton coats from the treasury for the victims to wear, and set up this porridge shed to make porridge twice a day and put it in the town.

Although you may not be able to eat enough, at least you won't starve to death.

The porridge is not millet and rice porridge, but sweet potatoes with corn noodles. The output of sweet potatoes in Shandong is second only to potatoes, and it is a rare and high-yield grain.

With the sweet potatoes, Shandong has never had a famine again after the potatoes.

Most of these victims from the north came from Northern Zhili to Shandong.

They were bullied under the rule of the Tartars and finally decided to escape.

The kings did not disappoint them, not only accepted them but also gave them food and clothing.

Of course, one thing that must be done is to cut off the braids.

When they were in Northern Zhili, these victims were forced to shave their hair and change their clothes due to the power of the Manchus, and keep their ugly braids.

The extremely kind and virtuous Holy Emperor did not reprimand anything for this.

In the eyes of the emperor, these people are also his people, but they are forced to shave their hair and change their clothes because of the situation. But they did not do anything that would harm the will of heaven.

As long as they willingly cut off their braids and rebuild their hair, and put on the Ming Dynasty clothes, they will still be the people of the Ming Dynasty.

As for those green camp soldiers, there are completely two concepts.

The Green Camp soldiers were originally the official troops of the Ming Dynasty.

When the Manchus came, they knelt on the ground and prayed for surrender without hesitation, without any ethics.

After they were woven into green camps, they relied on the support of the Manchus to massacre their compatriots, which was simply worse than pigs and dogs.

The butcher, who committed numerous crimes, had blood on his hands, would never be forgiven easily.

"Come on, I'm in line. Each person has a bowl, everyone has a share, don't be anxious or squeeze."

It was time to put the porridge on again, and the runners of the government office shouted at the top of their voice.

Compared to when I first started to serve the porridge, the situation is much better now and there is a basic order.

But these victims still have an instinctive fear.

They are always afraid that there will be no enough porridge, so they will not have the last meal after eating this meal, so they will make more or less small moves when queuing up.

The yamen runners naturally saw these small actions. But as long as they were not too much, they would mostly turn a blind eye.

After a long time of porridge, they were able to identify some familiar faces.

These people will always appear in the most suitable position at the most suitable time, so as to make a full bowl of porridge.

Those who make porridge will gather together in groups of three or three while blowing the hot porridge while swallowing and spitting.

Winter is undoubtedly cold, but this hot porridge gives them hope.

Especially the sweet potatoes in the porridge are not thin but solid food.

This thing is bitten and gives people a very down-to-earth feeling.

The sky has eyes, it is really the sky has eyes.

The Manchus treated them like pigs and dogs. They thought they could never survive this winter again, but who would have thought that they would be able to turn around and turn around.

Of course, in addition to thanking God, they also have to thank His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

If it weren't for his acceptance of himself, they would have been dead bones.

This mind and spirit are by no means comparable to that of the Tartars.

Even with this, destiny and energy should be on the Ming side.

Now they hope to see the Ming Dynasty's royal army fight back to Northern Zhili and rescue those compatriots who were ravaged by the Tartars from the sea of ​​suffering.

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Chapter completed!