If it is said that the dragon lord does not give face if it does not rain, then even if they flee the famine, these disaster victims will always have a place to eat, after all, it is really not good, what wild vegetable roots, what leaves and bark can always be dealt with,

But if it is a locust plague, it means that the locusts will not grow an inch of grass everywhere, and then these victims will not be able to see any green except for eating soil!

Needless to say, Liu Dahuang took his wife all the way to Chang'an, but his old lady was weak and sick, how could she endure the pain of escaping the famine?

When there were still four or five hundred miles away from Chang'an City, he was tired and hungry, and finally his soul returned to the west.

Although he can only mix two bowls of hot porridge every day, and Liu Rhubarb is also a half-full, but it is already good to be able to survive this year, especially for them who are victims of the disaster, they can still see this fragrant rice porridge every day, then it is already God's mercy.

The speed of these monks in the White Horse Temple is very fast, and a big spoon is stretched out into the pot, which is half a bowl of white porridge.

These victims all held their own food things, walked to the pot, and the big spoon turned into the bowl, and today's food was even received.

Seeing that he was not far from the cauldron, Liu Dahuang sighed at his dirty sleeve, and then carefully wiped the porcelain bowl in his hand again

All of the people in this group were in rags, and the bowls in their hands were much cleaner than their bodies.

"There are three more, two people, and it's coming to me soon!"

Liu Rhubarb was a little nervous, and looked at the cauldron where the porridge was cooking, and there was still a small half pot left in the cauldron.

There is absolutely no problem when it comes to Liu Dahuang, Liu Dahuang can't help but exhale lightly, the last time was because of bad luck in the queue, when the porridge in the big pot was fished in front of him, there was only half a spoon left in the end.

When poured into the bowl, there is only half a bowl, and compared with other people's half a bowl of rice porridge, Liu Rhubarb has to eat three bites less.

But even so, Liu Rhubarb didn't have to choose, because their current identity is a disaster victim, and some of them are good if they don't die of hunger, where can they say more about these White Horse Temples that give porridge!

However, just when the person in front of Liu Dahuang had just made a spoonful of rice porridge and was about to take Liu Dahuang's turn, Liu Dahuang saw the monk who gave the porridge and put the big spoon in his hand into the pot.

Liu Da Huang was a little anxious at that time, but seeing that several other great monks were like this, Liu Da Huang didn't dare to make a mistake at the moment, because the unified voice of these big monks came at this moment,

"Uncle Debater!"

With the shouts of these great monks, these victims outside the White Horse Temple, whether they received the rice porridge or did not receive the rice porridge, could not help but look at the back door of the White Horse Temple, only to see that the back door of the White Horse Temple was open at this time, and the monk wearing the moon-white monk's robe stood in the backyard of the White Horse Temple like the holy monk Buddha.

"The little holy monk of the White Horse Temple has come out, everyone worship quickly!"

Someone in the disaster suddenly shouted.

"This time, the soup soup in the White Horse Temple was presided over by the little holy monk of the debate, and it can be said that so many of our lives were saved by the little saint monk!"

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of the little holy monk, and thank you for the life-saving grace of the White Horse Temple......"

A group of victims immediately knelt down and kowtowed to the monk of the debate, these victims had a very simple idea in their hearts, the little holy monk of the debate machine can say that the white horse temple soup porridge, that is their life-saving benefactor this time, otherwise they are afraid that they will starve to death sooner.

"Thank you to the Holy Monk for saving your life!"

Although it was Liu Dahuang's turn to eat, Liu Dahuang didn't say a word, put the porcelain bowl that had been wiped clean into his arms, and then kowtowed to the little holy monk.

"Donors, please get up quickly, my Buddha is merciful, these are the things that the little monk should do, please ask the donors to get up quickly, otherwise it will be tormenting the little monk!"

The debate monk stretched out his hand to help, but none of the victims in front of him got up.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, all beings are equal, don't kneel down again!"

The debate monk recited the Buddha's name again and again, but seeing that the victims on the ground were unwilling to get up one by one, the debate monk was also helpless, sorted out his thoughts, and the debate monk continued

"Donors, the little monk knows that you are all fleeing, but my Buddha is merciful, will never sit idly by and ignore your donors, this soup soup shed our White Horse Temple will continue to open, donors don't have to worry too much, and just this morning, Princess Gaoyang donated 20,000 taels of incense money to the White Horse Temple, the little monk hereby promises that all 20,000 taels will be used for disaster relief in the porridge field, don't rest assured, don't kneel on the ground, get up quickly!"

After the persuasion of the debate monk, he opened his body slightly, revealing Princess Gaoyang, who was still in the gate of the White Horse Temple.

"Twenty thousand taels, what a lot of money, how much food can you buy?"

Hearing the monk say this, the victims kneeling on the ground finally reacted, 20,000 taels they didn't know how big a mountain of silver was, but they knew that one tael of silver was enough for them to eat rice for several months, and now 20,000 taels of silver can save how many victims!

"Princess Gaoyang, I know, is it not Princess Gaoyang, who married the second son of the Fang family, Fanglong, a month ago, and is the Gaoyang Princess Li Lingyue, who is the most favored by His Majesty Li Er today!"

"It's worthy of the princess's shot, she is so generous, we finally don't have to starve for 20,000 taels of silver!"

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness Princess, Her Royal Highness Princess, Her Royal Highness Princess, Chitose Chitose!"

The victims on the ground knelt down to Princess Gaoyang again, kowtowing like pounding garlic one by one, but this time they were indeed grateful from the bottom of their hearts, even if the White Horse Temple opened a porridge shed before,

But these victims don't know how much time this porridge factory in the White Horse Temple will open, they have met many people along the way to open a porridge factory, but they haven't lasted much time, because there are too many victims affected by the disaster this year, even if they open a porridge field, but it is also a wolf with more meat and less meat, and some porridge fields can't eat for two days at all, and they have been eaten raw.

Now it is easy to have a stable porridge field on the side of the White Horse Temple, but these victims are worried that one day, the White Horse Temple will close this porridge field, and they will not even have a place to mix their stomachs.

However, now that the little holy monk of the White Horse Temple has made a promise, and there is also Princess Gaoyang, 20,000 taels of silver as the foundation, these victims can finally have a stable place to mix rice.