Even emperors have it tough, so don't be too picky about the entries.

Chen Shao did not appear to be eager for quick success or instant benefits.

Instead, he looked at everyone with a troubled expression.

"Gentlemen, no, no!"

"You are the Yellow Turban Army, and I am the Emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty. We are irreconcilable enemies, and officials and traitors cannot coexist."

"After I leave today, you can continue your rebellion, and I will continue to redress my judgments. We are two parallel lines that will never intersect."

"There's a main road leading to both sides. You go your way, and I'll continue flying my helicopter. I can't take you in."

The crowd didn't understand what a helicopter was, but they did understand that Chen Shao didn't want to take them with him.

Tears welled up in the aluminum foil instantly.

"Your Majesty, we are not rebelling; we are just trying to fill our stomachs."

"Drinking floating water and pasting talismans are all for saving one's life."

"His Majesty..."

The way he looked at Chen Shao was as if he were looking at a biological father.

"Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the earth, all people are the king's subjects. We are all your people. How can a father abandon his son?"

Although others felt that this was an overstatement, they still echoed it.

Chen Shao had no choice but to sigh.

"Then so be it. I will ask the celestial beings in heaven to decide."

Chen Shao bent down and grabbed a handful of soil from the ground.

"If a handful of yellow earth can be turned into meat porridge, it means that's the will of Heaven."

"If not, you should hurry up and rebel."

The only way to counter magic is with even more powerful magic.

The act of scattering soil to make porridge encompasses both metaphysical concepts and the act of filling one's stomach.

For the starving and faithless Yellow Turban Army, this was a devastating blow.

Everyone fell silent.

His gaze was fixed intently on the yellow soil in Chen Shao's hand.

When in doubt, one can ask Heaven.

This is a truth that everyone in this era believes in.

Drawing lots, burning incense, asking for a signature... all these are done in the same way.

Chen Shao took a deep breath.

He recited a few incantations in a pretentious manner, then threw a handful of yellow earth into the air.

Loess is still loess.

It fell down so lightly.

But what was truly chilling was that several large bowls of meat porridge actually appeared in front of him!

It smells delicious and is still steaming hot.

Chen Shao looked at the bowls of meat porridge that had appeared out of nowhere on the ground, his face filled with ecstatic joy, and he clasped his hands together and bowed to the sky.

"It is the will of Heaven, it is the will of Heaven!"

"Though I am the Son of Heaven, I cannot defy the will of Heaven. Since Heaven has spoken on your behalf, what else can I say?"

He immediately had several large pots set up.

He grabbed a few more handfuls of yellow soil.

The same old routine: he pretended to chant incantations and then threw out handfuls of yellow earth.

A thick broth appeared in the pot.

This is simply a miracle.

This was the first time in so long since the Yellow Turban Rebellion that they had eaten so heartily.

Following Zhang Liang, we went hungry nine times in three days.

Following His Majesty's lead, meat porridge is served every meal.

Even Hai Rui, a man who had long since transcended vulgar tastes, burst into tears, clutching his bowl.

"It smells so good!"

Wait until the last drop of water is gone from the pot.

The clever aluminum cloth knelt down beside Chen Shao again.

"Our great teacher! His Majesty is our great teacher!"

"A great and virtuous teacher!"

"A great and virtuous teacher!"

"A great and virtuous teacher!"

Chen Shao was surrounded by countless Yellow Turban soldiers, like stars around the moon.

A politician always loves to perform.

"You have all caused me great suffering..."

Chen Shao sighed repeatedly as he looked up at the sky.

"Now look what's happened, am I the rebel or have you become the government troops?"

After the performance.

Chen Shao seemed to have made a tremendous decision.

"You may follow me, but I have three conditions."

"First, since you are a righteous army, you must naturally follow the principle of righteousness."

"Righteousness means loyalty, benevolence, and justice. From this day forward, no innocent person shall be killed indiscriminately, no good person shall be oppressed, and no woman or child shall be touched. Anyone who disobeys this order shall be beheaded!"

"how?"

Aluminum Cloth pulled out a large halberd from somewhere.

He held the halberd handle in one hand, the tip pointing at the crowd.

"Anyone who dares to disobey one of these rules, even before His Majesty lifts a finger, I'll be the first to kill him!"

...This lackey is useful; Chen Shao decided to recruit him.

In the future, we'll get a golden whip to strike down treacherous officials, both above and below.

He was his own personal whip-bearer.

"Secondly, our team is still too small. Ask your relatives, friends, and fellow villagers if there are any young and strong men who want to join."

"You can bring them all over. One tael of silver for each head you bring over, five taels for three heads. If you can bring over several hundred or a thousand, I will personally appoint him as a Grand General!"

The imperial army now numbers no more than 60,000 men.

Too little.

With the Northern Barbarians and the regional military governors, the numbers were far from sufficient.

But there was nothing Chen Yuan could do. He not only collected taxes ahead of schedule, but also wiped out the army.

The situation will greatly improve if the Yellow Turban Army can replenish their ranks.

Moreover, the Yellow Turban Army was not yet seriously corrupt and did not engage in ghost employees; it was still relatively clean.

Everyone was overjoyed upon hearing this.

Is there really such a good thing?

Normally, if you joined the army, you'd be lucky to get a pair of straw sandals.

They're actually giving out silver here.

Chen Shao continued:

"Third, since you have followed me, you must sever all ties with the past. You cannot follow me today and General Tiangong tomorrow."

"I do not want a person who is fickle."

"Absolutely!"

Aluminum cloth roared, so excited that the veins on his neck were clearly visible.

This startled Chen Shao.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, as long as you ensure we are well-fed, anyone who harbors disloyalty will be the first to face my wrath!"

"His Majesty is the guiding light that leads us forward."

Chen Shao waved his hand.

"Of course, this is all required of you. I assure you that once the world is at peace, each of you will not only have food to eat, but also land to cultivate!"

Next, the pie charts were drawn one by one.

With the addition of the term "Great Orator," the Yellow Turban Army almost turned into a Red Turban Army.

......

Meetings are always the most efficient way to solve problems.

Many things can be resolved in meetings.

Inside the tent, Chen Shao sat in the center.

Hai Rui and Lu Bu sat on either side of each other.

Next came their trusted confidants.

"Bring Helian Xiong up here!"

Chen Shao shouted.

Soon, several members of the Dragon Subduing Gang escorted the bound and gagged Helian Xiong into the camp.

Helian Xiong truly deserves to be called the number one warrior of Northern Mang.

Such an electric shock only caused minor superficial injuries; after exhaling two puffs of black smoke, he was almost completely healed.

He would open his mouth and utter a few words of grassland slang.

Chen Shao pointed at him and said:

"This man is an important general of the Northern Barbarian tribe. He is currently leading five thousand elite soldiers to burn, kill, plunder, and commit all kinds of atrocities in my Central Plains."

"Since we call ourselves a righteous army, we must do righteous deeds."

"These five thousand elite soldiers from the grasslands are our pledge of allegiance."

Before anyone else could speak, Helian Xiong burst into laughter.

"Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew? Leaving aside whether your rabble is a match for my five thousand elite soldiers, if you can even find them, I'll be impressed!"

"Don't bother looking at me, I absolutely won't tell."

"If you don't believe me, then bring it on."