The women entered the city in fear, and the ground was full of shocking plague patients.

But contrary to expectations, the air in the city was not as foul as expected. But the darkness is still there, and only in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion is the lights on.

After a few days of food shortage, even the sweet potato skins that could be eaten in the city were swallowed by life, not to mention a few rice shops that had a plague before they could be taken away, and even the door panels were smashed.

In despair, people are the easiest to show their true nature, and before Lin Luoran came in, the application had become a source of evil.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't have thought that the same plague infected people, not to mention supporting each other, still had that wicked person, tangled up a group of thorns, occupied the city lord's mansion, grabbed food, bullied the weak, and acted as a prestige.

She first pinched a few large-scale "cleansing techniques" to pump out the filthy gas in the city, and burned the filthy gas with a fire. The City Lord's Mansion occupies the widest area, and it is in the center of the central axis of the application, which is the most suitable for Lin Luoran's plan, so she drove out a group of thorns who were also sick and staggered and tried to dominate, and she took Sang Yu and Ximei into the City Lord's Mansion.

The more than 100 women saw a woman dressed in snow standing on the high wall of the city, and in the darkness, the lights of the city lord's mansion were like day, guiding them to walk forward in a huddle.

While not forgetting to search for familiar faces among the infected people lying on both sides of the street.

Eventually, because there were too many patients, they were full of steps, and most of the search eyes were in vain. There are also those who are lucky enough to find their families, and they no longer care about the purpose of coming in, so they run to the old man or his son, and frequently wipe away tears.

Lin Luoran didn't urge them, she swept her senses, and she had already found someone who was suspected of being Ximei's mother and younger brother in a low shed in the west of the city. Nine times out of ten, Lin Luoran sighed quietly, the woman was out of breath, and it was difficult to save the true immortal, but the three-year-old child was protected by her and burned in a daze.

Lin Luoran asked Sang Yu to take Ximei to find her younger brother, with his martial arts, he should come and go freely among the patients in a city.

Poor Ximei, a little girl, with a three-year-old younger brother, cured the plague, how will they live?

Lin Luoran sighed, seeing that the women were walking in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion, she pinched a gold spell, which family in the city did not cook, the City Lord's Mansion instantly turned into a big magnet, and many iron tools flew towards Lin Luoran.

These women are the most superstitious, seeing this scene, they all think that the true immortal is coming, and they are terrified, including those women who have stopped for their relatives, some of them take the lead, and they all kneel down and kowtow.

Talking nonsense in his mouth, the fairy Bodhisattva lay on the ground trembling slightly, and he had no courage to move forward.

This time it was no better than the previous cleansing technique and shouting in the air, the terrain of the City Lord's Mansion was prominent, and all the patients in Shen City who were still conscious had witnessed this scene with their own eyes. Even the garrisons and refugees outside the city opened their eyes in disbelief.

No kind of martial art will cause such an effect, is it really the mercy of the immortals, after abandoning the Ying Kingdom for thousands of years, to reveal itself again?

The generals who led the troops, the ruffian soldiers, the indifferent and pitiful refugees, all those who saw this scene flashed with huge question marks in their hearts.

Who the hell is she?

"Save people now."

Lin Luoran saw that those women hesitated, but they were embarrassed, so they had to speak first.

The fairy was right, the women no longer doubted Lin Luoran's skills at this moment. At the thought of saving their loved ones, these cowering women surged with strength again. They rose from the ground, their steps powerful, and their gaze was perhaps the most resolute moment of their lives.

Seeing this, Lin Luoran was slightly relieved, and selected a large iron pot from a pile of iron tools to stay, and the others were scattered back to their original places.

In the originally huge courtyards of the City Lord's Mansion, there were about hundreds of large iron pots left.

She made a handprint, and this time flew scattered tree branches, planks, tables and chairs all over the city. It was scattered by Lin Luoran and turned into a mountain of firewood.

It was quite laborious to build an earthen stove with three stones, which made Lin Luoran spend a lot of effort.

In short, when more than a hundred women and Sang Yu rushed back to the City Lord's Mansion, all they saw were hundreds of cauldrons already set up in the courtyards.

It's filled with clear drinking water. Under the earthen stove, the firewood is placed neatly, and the means of the real fairy family are mysterious and unpredictable.

No one dared to greet Lin Luoran, and they didn't even dare to look at her.

Or Sang Yu asked: "Is there medicine to be boiled in the pot?" ”

Lin Luoran shook his head, "Cook porridge." ”

Hey, isn't it now, first of all, to save people? If it weren't for Lin Luoran's means just now to calm everyone, someone would definitely propose that her actions put the cart before the horse.

People who have been hungry for a few days, how can they drink medicine directly, the stomach is cold, and they will only waste their strength in vain.

Besides, if you rely on potions to cure them, unless they are elixirs, there is absolutely no bowl of potions to go down, and the medicine will cure the disease—this is a plague.

If she didn't feed these 30,000 people, she was afraid that she would starve to death before she was cured.

Thinking of the many rice harvested in the space, Lin Luoran suddenly felt that his luck was really not bad.

Lin Luoran let those women light a fire and flashed into the space by himself.

Huofeng was good at calculation, secretly thinking about how much faith power Lin Luoran would gain this time, and his heart blossomed. Lin Luoran hadn't thought of this yet, she just wanted to save them now.

Running up to the second floor of the cabin, Lin Luoran opened those wonderful drawers. Each one is like a vast and boundless storage space, if the same thing is placed alone, Lin Luoran suspects that it can even fit a mountain... It looks like he's not satisfied.

Like a certain drawer, she used it to place demon beast meat, some were stacked with common medicinal herbs, and another, when the drawer was opened, there was white rice overflowing.

Coupled with the vegetables she usually harvests, she may only need to harvest gastrodia and plant two rounds of rice in the past few days, which is enough for everyone in the city to continue their lives.

The premise is that they all have to eat porridge.

Luckily, there are still flavors to choose from.

When Lin Luoran reappeared, rice flowed from her fingertips and formed a hill on the ground. Excluding the infected people who have died, there are at least 20,000 people in Shencheng, and one or two meters can cook two taels of rice, and if they are replaced with porridge, they can produce at least three taels of porridge. In other words, for a meal, Lin Luoran had to take out at least more than 2,000 catties of rice, which was enough for 20,000 people to barely cushion their stomachs.

When the women saw her conjure two or three thousand catties of threshing rice out of thin air, they were so surprised that their eyes were about to fall out.

The rice with white flowers was lying on the ground, and then there were some cucumbers, cabbage, eggplants, pumpkins, winter melons, shiitake mushrooms, fungus and other vegetarian vegetables, and some red tomatoes, which they didn't recognize, but probably knew that they were also a kind of vegetables.

"Let's boil all this rice into vegetable porridge."

The women were resigned, their eyes were red, and they held the white rice in disbelief.

Most of them have never seen such good rice in their lives. In the past, you had to go far away in the city or the landlord's house in the countryside to eat, right?

The mother died, Ximei was coaxing the younger brother, Lin Luoran finished the division of labor, hugged the child who was only about two or three years old, and treated him first.

Lin Luoran left the courtyard, and those women were not nervous, so they woke up, put the rice into the pot after the water boiled, and took care of a few cauldrons by themselves, and they had to burn the fire, which was very busy.

Sang Yu secretly calculated, the rice was white and even, and even the tribute rice used in the palace could not be compared, and it was used to save the people of Yingguo, as the seventh prince of Penglai Kingdom, he always felt weird.

Where's the blame? He couldn't say it for a while.

Lin Luoran stabilized Ximei's younger brother's condition, and picked a room for the brother and sister to rest, and the fragrance of porridge was already wafting out of the courtyard.

There is very little salt in stock in her space, so the salt is salty and astringent, and the hungry and panicked people will not go to grab the salt to eat, this city lord's mansion has a big business, so it has a lot of cellars, and it was found by Lin Luoran using his divine sense, and some salt was put in each pot.

Salt is not just a condiment for the human body.

From Lin Luoran's use of the power of magic to collect the iron pot, the patients who still had a breath and could barely get up knew that the miracle had been revealed, and the opportunity to be rescued was in front of them, and they all rushed in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

When the aroma of all kinds of vegetable porridge is permeated, several streets with the city lord's mansion as the central axis have long been filled with crowds, shoulder to shoulder, and many people can't help but swallow their throats, and the scattered vitality is gathered again.

In other words, there is a sense of survival again.

There's something to eat! Some were glad that they did not throw away the earthen bowls in their hands, while many more were remorseful and shuffled with heavy steps to find food vessels from the shops and houses on both sides of the streets that had been emptied.

It is not necessarily a bowl, a teapot, a wooden scoop, a wine jar, because it is close to the city lord's mansion is a high-gate mansion, and the delicate plates and dishes cannot be grabbed, and there are always some flower pots in the yard that can be fished.

Hungry, a mouthful of hot food, and as for motivating the plague to rummage all the corners, some even thought of making bowls out of fur hats.

If it weren't for Lin Luoran's high-profile arrival in the city, it would have been inevitable that these plague patients would snatch food under hunger, but now although they were eager in their hearts, although they were hungry, and the strong fear of the immortals, they still let them temporarily control their feet and did not pour into the City Lord's Mansion.

They are all waiting.

Eager to wear, hard to endure.

Finally, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion was finally opened from the inside, and there was a commotion in the crowd.

The women were in pairs, carrying a big iron pot outside, the heat was curling, the first pot was soybean and pumpkin porridge, stimulating people's taste buds, and the who were driven out of the city lord's mansion by Lin Luoran saw that it was the woman who presided over the overall situation, and they were ready to move.

This time there is no need for Lin Luoran to make a move, in order to survive, ordinary people who are numb and cowardly can also twist into a rope and beat up a few troublemakers.

No looting, no mutiny.

On the street in front of the city lord's mansion, there were more than 100 large iron pots, and in front of each pot, there was a woman who made porridge.

Leaving a large size of room to spare, the person who made the porridge was very fair, no matter whether you held a big bowl or a wooden scoop, and cooked sticky vegetable porridge, no one had two spoonfuls, four taels of porridge, enough for a hungry person to sigh with satisfaction after drinking the porridge.

It can't be said how full you eat, how full you are, in the face of survival, you can make your stomach not so empty, which is already a great joy.

It's not that no one thought carefully, felt that the porridge was delicious, and wanted to mix in the team and get it again.

These people were awakened by the thorny eyes on the top of their heads, and quietly raised their heads, and it turned out that the female fairy in white clothes was standing on the roof ridge in the wind, quietly overlooking the whole life.

Did she see me?

Whether you see it or not, no one takes any more risks.

Lin Luoran watched as those hungry patients poured in from all directions in Shencheng, walked one batch, and then changed to another, and the pot was empty, and it was brought into the courtyard and cooked again. A few hundred pots cannot meet the needs of 20,000 people to receive vegetable porridge at the same time.

Fortunately, she is not short of rice for the time being.

But there are still some people who have fallen into a coma or a dazed high fever under the double blow of hunger and plague, and they have no way to come to receive vegetable porridge, and Lin Luoran does not have the magic to make people eat passively.

The people on the street in front of the city lord's mansion were already sparse, and many people drank porridge and hid in the nearby mansion to sleep soundly, anyway, the courtyard was wide, and a family could squeeze many people.

However, tonight, Lin Luoran, including the women who came to help, they still have a lot of work.