In the north of the city, there were simple shacks of various sizes that could barely keep out the wind and rain. Under the corner, a family of men, women, old and young were huddled together, looking towards the city gate.

"I wonder when we will give porridge today!" The old man leaned on a cane and stood up in twos and threes one after another at dawn to look around.

"I grabbed half a taro yesterday, and we each took a bite." The little girl's face was dirty, but the word "hungry" was written all over her face, but no one cared about it at this time.

"Yunbi County is only a small county. Let's go south tomorrow!" As the head of the family, the man saw clearly. There were so many of them, and the number of victims was increasing, and Yunbi County was completely eaten up.

It won't last long either.

"It would be nice if the disaster passed earlier and we could go back without having to leave our hometowns." More people sighed.

The crowd was eager to wait for the porridge shed to start serving porridge.

The waiter of Yunjian Restaurant came out of the city gate and came here, accompanied by Guan Shan, the Silver Spear Overlord, He Beidou and several Jianghu people. Each of them held a large drawer with hot steamed buns and cakes in it.

But I saw a man holding a long flag in his hand, sitting on a tightly tied bag next to the porridge shed. There was an opening in the front, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

"Huh? Taoist priest, you haven't left yet!" The waiter immediately recognized the Taoist.

"Why are you leaving if you still have unfinished business?" the Taoist said with a smile, looking at the waiter and the few Jianghu people behind him.

The waiter immediately explained: "The boss lady asked me to bring over some leftover steamed buns and pancakes from the morning. Several heroes also bought some food and came to help."

Where did the leftover steamed buns come from so early in the morning? They were obviously freshly made steamed buns.

And these Jianghu people are a bit more chivalrous than the Taoist thought before.

Guan Shan looked at the Taoist's long banner and asked curiously: "Taoist, what are you..."

The long flag flickered, revealing eight big characters.

It is not about calculating birth, old age, illness and death, but measuring good and bad luck.

But five kilograms of rice and a bowl of white porridge.

"Taoist Master, are you here to give porridge too?" the waiter asked in surprise.

Several people looked at the Taoist and the bag under him. With so many victims, five kilograms of rice was not enough for such a small bag.

"Can you still make porridge and rice out of thin air? And this white porridge doesn't even have a pot, how can you make porridge?"

"You're a Taoist priest, don't speak so grandly." He Beidou, who came from a famous sect, usually looked down upon these quack magicians the most.

The Taoist smiled but did not answer. He stretched out his hand and suddenly a shelf fell down in front of him. The sound of the frame startled several people around him.

Then one after another, the iron pots clanked down and hung on the iron ropes hanging on the shelves. In the blink of an eye, stoves were built up one after another.

The waiter and several Jianghu customers were also surprised. They looked up to the sky, and then looked at the Taoist in surprise.

"How did this happen?"

"Is this weird? Did it fall from the sky?"

What's even more surprising is what's behind.

I saw the Taoist man passing by with his broad sleeves, and the iron pot full of rice and water appeared in the iron pot passed by by his broad sleeves.

The Taoist patted the tightly tied cloth bag under the seat again. The bag suddenly fell to the ground and let out a strange scream, and then fire spewed out of its mouth.

"call!"

Small fire wires continued to stretch from the mouth of the bag, and finally turned into a raging fire that swept under seven or eight large iron pots, boiling the water.

The Taoist looked at the fire and said calmly.

"If you don't work harder, I will do what you wish today and be generous and give it to the poor people."

Immediately I saw the cloth bag shaking, the fire became three times stronger again, and the aroma of porridge was emitted.

"It's time to give out porridge! It's time to give out porridge!"

The arrival and movement of the porridge shed attracted a dense crowd of fleeing people who quickly gathered around.

"I'm here to help." The Silver Spear King outside the Great Wall picked up the water ladle and helped cook the porridge.

"I'm coming too!" Feisha Whip He Beidou also rolled up his sleeves.

"Don't be crowded! Don't worry, everything is available, everything is available!" Others helped maintain order and lined up people in a long queue.

The waiter handed out steamed buns, while Guan Shan and He Beidou scooped up bowls of porridge.

These Lingzhou people, who have come a long way and are already dressed in rags like beggars, are now holding their families and children in the crowded crowd, gnawing on steamed buns and showing their teeth with a cheerful smile.

Only then did people realize that having enough food is the greatest happiness.

The largest crowd gathered around the Taoist, because everyone, regardless of gender, old or young, could receive five kilograms of rice from the Taoist.

The refugees lined up eagerly, because where there is rice, there is hope.

They used old clothes and old bamboo baskets as containers, or simply lifted up their clothes to carry them.

But what caught the eyes of many refugees was that the Taoist put his hand into the sleeve of his Taoist robe and took out a wooden ladle.

Everyone came to him, and the Taoist scooped out one scoop after another of rice. He passed more than a hundred people in a row, and scooped out a small mountain of rice, and there was no empty space in his sleeves.

The sleeves of the wide robe are like bottomless pits, and no matter how much you scoop, you can't finish them.

"Hiss!" The more people looked at them, the more frightened they became. Many people took a breath of cold air, especially the waiters and Jianghu people nearby who had seen the Taoist before. They looked at the Taoist as if they couldn't believe it. This was what they had seen before.

That person who passed by.

"This is a god!" However, the more this happened, the less everyone dared to speak. When they came to collect the rice, they did not even dare to express their anger, nor did they dare to raise their heads to look, for fear of disturbing the god.

After receiving it, he turned around and kowtowed behind him.

The little girl with bare feet and cute toes turned up when walking stood in front of the Taoist. Her eyes stared at the Taoist boldly, as if she wanted to see what was different about him.

The Taoist looked amused, so he put his hand into his sleeve, and as if he were doing magic, he took out another candy man from his sleeve.

The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up, showing a look of longing. Her already big eyes immediately became a little bigger.

The Taoist handed it out, and the little girl couldn't wait to take it.

After just licking it, I reluctantly put it away.

"Are you a god?" the little girl asked.

"Do you think so?" the Taoist asked.

"Definitely! My mother said that only living gods would be so kind as to give rice to us." The little girl nodded affirmatively.

The Taoist smiled, scooped the rice into the pocket in front of the little girl, and the little girl went back happily.

Not to mention the vast number of refugees outside the city at this moment, and the joyful voices that have almost never been heard since the beginning of the new year.

Even inside the city, there was a commotion. After all, there were so many refugees outside the city, and it was impossible for the people of Yunbi County not to pay attention.

Everyone knows that there is a Taoist giving porridge outside the city, and each refugee can receive five kilograms of rice and a bowl of white porridge.
Chapter completed!