There's Plenty of Rice Porridge and Pickled Mustard Greens. How Did I End Up Wearing the Imperial Robe?

Is it possible that aliens have invaded Earth and demanded that humans work eight hours a day, only get triple pay for overtime, receive a raise only once every four months, and have only two months of paid annual leave per year...? Are there really such aliens? Please!

Day 1: Is this my last meal before I die? Day 10: Adults are my second parents! Six months later: General! Please give the order! One year later: General, it's getting cold, please put on another layer of clothing. Ten years later: The general has been deeply grateful! We'll never be able to repay that kindness in our lifetime!

You don't really think that white rice porridge in the Ming Dynasty was bad, do you? Before hybrid rice came along, rice was a luxury. Before the Republic of China era, only nobles could afford it; even landlords couldn't afford refined grains. Wheat was made into noodles with the bran, which were hard and choking. There was no white flour like we have today.

The premise was initially captivating, but the writing was a mess. Since the system uses the number of subordinates as the standard and doesn't impose any requirements on them, why insist on "young and strong" as the sole provider of food? Historically, rebel kings needed young and strong men because they could only support a limited number of people.

The price of a single rebar bar is so low, I don't even know how to comment on (criticize) your pricing system. With such a blatant price gouging, can you even control the market? The protagonist is given the appearance of the Kitchen God and given the slogan of disaster relief. However, the actual actions and words of the protagonist are inconsistent, and the character is disgusting.

I didn't expect anyone to actually write about this topic; I just wonder how long they can keep it up.

No matter how much personal agenda one has, it still doesn't feel right. Even if Emperor Chongzhen was terrible, he still had to maintain a certain level of dignity; throughout history, he was the most principled. The Jingkang Incident was such a disgrace! Even after that, there were still so many people who idolized the Dalai Lama, who bound feet and harmed women.

Very brave; there's no room for retreat anymore. And I doubt several possibilities for this book: it might not be an AI-generated story, or it might be something a young person came up with from somewhere and started writing right away. Even a studio-run story is unlikely, since studios need to make a living too.

This is the first time I've written a comment in the comments section. As the title suggests, Chapter 6 is truly amazing. On one hand, they want to save the people, but on the other hand, they think the disaster victims are useless and are afraid of getting entangled with them. That's truly amazing. Don't say that the protagonist can't save them now or has no ability to save them.

The beginning is all made up; they even mispronounced "" (ji) in "" (jiangshan sheji, meaning the state and its people) as "" (zao, meaning stove). The game isn't just about porridge; it's a time-traveling general store, all based on some ridiculous reputation points. Modern people are leading fights with rebar, and there are plenty of beautiful women in the wild. 😆😆😆 Goodbye.