"Leave it... for my wife and children, for his mother and son, maybe it can be used as a government disaster relief. As long as this year passes, maybe next year will be better, and we can sow and farm. If we farm, we will have food to eat, and we won't have to starve."

."

"It's going to be okay."

The Qingyi Taoist took out another piece of naan and gave it to the man, saying, "This is my last dry food. You can take it and eat it."

"Thank you, my benefactor, thank you, my benefactor!!"

The thin man knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing. He was soon helped up by the other party. The force was very light but left no resistance.

"You don't have to do this, so as not to hurt yourself, please answer a few more questions for me."

"Yes...yes..."

“Has the government distributed food for disaster relief?”

"Yes, but very little."

"When are they usually sent?"

"There will be one at noon today."

At noon, grain was being put in the official warehouse, and countless victims were seen surrounding the grain storage area, holding tattered bowls and chopsticks in three circles inside and three outside.

Compared with the withered and hungry victims, the officials responsible for disaster relief were fat and round-bellied, and it was obvious that they usually had very good food.

The official slightly raised his hands to the sky and said: "As a gift from the Immortal, the Immortal Palace issued an edict to open the granary to release grain today to help the victims of disasters all over the world. According to the Immortal Palace's decree, one person can make a bowl of thick porridge, and the head will float on the chopsticks and fall to the ground."

As he spoke, the official inserted his chopsticks into the thick porridge, and the chopsticks sank straight down. The eyes of the hungry people around him were glowing red, and they would have swarmed in if the officers and soldiers hadn't stopped them.

Looking at the commotion of the victims, the official raised his eyebrows and scolded: "You want to rebel, right? The yamen just cooks the porridge and distributes the porridge to the shop next door."

The victims looked at the thick porridge eagerly, but due to the swords and guns of the officers and soldiers, they had no choice but to move to the shop next door. In the shop, ten bottles of water were poured into a bucket of thick porridge. It was so diluted that the chopsticks floated.

He can help people up if they jump.

Naturally, the victims stopped working. They were almost fainting from hunger, so they were just waiting for this mouthful of porridge to save their lives.

The shops also had their own explanations. They were only responsible for distributing porridge, and they were not the government. If you had anything to do, go to the government. The two sides were playing ball back and forth, and the hungry and dizzy victims had no choice but to accept it.

At this moment, a Taoist priest in green clothes walked out of the crowd. The officers and soldiers maintaining order tried to stop him, but the next moment they were stopped in place and unable to move.

The Taoist raised his hand and waved, and in a blink of an eye, a middle-aged man wearing a dragon robe suddenly appeared, as if he had emerged from the ground. Everyone around him was stunned by this scene.

The same was true for the middle-aged man in dragon robe. He looked around in confusion, not knowing why he suddenly appeared here.

When he came to his senses, he immediately shouted: "Someone is here to protect you!"

If there are officials of rank 5 or above here, they will definitely recognize this middle-aged man. He is the current emperor of the Wu Dynasty.

Emperor Wu Chao just roared, but soon found that he could not make any sound. Then he turned around and saw the Taoist in Qingyi, and his whole body felt like thunder.

He recognized this Taoist. That year, when he was still young, he went to the Guanghan Banquet with the priests in the palace.

The Qingyi Taoist waved a chopstick slightly, then handed the chopsticks to the Emperor of Wu Dynasty, and said in a smooth and unquestionable voice: "When the chopsticks float, the dynasty changes."

The Emperor of Wu Dynasty was like a thunderbolt striking his head, and he stayed where he was. Then he knelt on the ground with a plop, his crotch slightly moist.

"Immortal...I..."

"put."

Following his words, Emperor Wu of the Chao Dynasty uncontrollably stretched the chopsticks in his hand towards the vat of rice water.

In full view of everyone, he slowly put the chopsticks into the water vat.

Then the chopsticks floated on the water as expected, just like the state of Zuo who had been in the Wu Dynasty for more than 900 years.

With a plop, a head fell to the ground, and the jade beads that had been closed were wrapped in mud. A generation of emperors could not compare to a vat of thick porridge.

"The Wu Dynasty and Guozuo will last until today."

The Qingyi Taoist waved his sleeves and left, taking with him an entire dynasty.
Chapter completed!