In the north of the city, a family of men, women, and children huddled together in the small huts that could barely shelter from the wind and rain, under the corners of the walls, looking towards the city gate.

"I don't know when the soup will be given today!" the old man stood up and looked at him as soon as the morning dawned.

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

"Yunbi County is only a small county, let's go south tomorrow!" The man who is the head of the family can see it more thoroughly, there are so many of them, and there are more and more victims, and it won't last long to empty Yunbi County.

"If only the disaster had passed sooner, we would have been able to go back and not have to leave our homes. More people sighed.

The crowd waited for the porridge shed to start serving porridge.

The shopkeeper of Yunjian Restaurant came from the city gate and came here, along with several Jianghu guests such as Guan Shan and He Beidou, the silver spear overlords, each of whom was holding a large drawer, and inside were hot buns and cakes.

But I saw a man holding a long banner in his hand, sitting next to the porridge shed on a tightly tied bag, and an opening was exposed in front of him, and he could not see what was inside.

"Huh, Daoist, you haven't left yet!" The shopkeeper immediately recognized the Taoist.

"There is still something that has not been done, how can I leave. The Taoist smiled and looked at the shopkeeper and a few Jianghu customers behind him.

The shopkeeper immediately explained: "The proprietress asked me to send some leftover steamed buns and cakes from the morning, and several heroes also bought some food and came to help." ”

Where did the leftover steamed buns come from so early in the morning, they are obviously freshly made steamed buns.

And these Jianghu guests are also a little more chivalrous than the Taoist thought before.

Guan Shan looked at the long banner of the Taoist and asked curiously, "Daoist, ...... you are?"

The long banner shook, revealing eight large characters.

It's not about birth, old age, sickness and death, but about good fortune and bad luck.

It's five catties of rice and a bowl of white porridge.

"Dao Chief, you are also here to give porridge?" asked the shopkeeper in surprise.

A few people looked at the Daoist and the bag under him, there were so many victims, five catties of rice was not something that such a small bag could satisfy.

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

"You Taoist priest, don't speak so magnificently. "He Beidou, who comes from a famous faction, looks down on these Jianghu warlocks the most on weekdays.

The Taoist smiled but did not answer, stretched out his hand, and suddenly a shelf fell in front of him, and the sound of the bell startled several people beside him.

Immediately after that, one after another iron pots clanged and fell and hung on the iron cables hanging from the shelves, and in the blink of an eye, I saw one stove after another built up.

The shopkeeper and a few Jianghu guests also looked at it strangely, looked at the sky, and then looked at the Taoist in surprise.

"How the hell did this come about?"

"Is this weird? This is falling from the sky?"

Even more surprising is in the back.

I saw the man brushing his sleeves past, and in the iron pot with his wide sleeves swept by, there was a full load of rice and water.

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

"Whew!"

Tiny filaments of fire stretched 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 to a boil.

The Taoist looked at the fire and said indifferently.

"If you don't work harder, today my lord and I will be as you wish, generous, and give you to the poor people. ”

Immediately, I saw that the cloth bag shook, and the fire grew three points larger again, giving off the fragrance of porridge.

"Soup kitchen, soup kitchen!"

The arrival and movement of the porridge shed attracted a dense crowd of fleeing people to quickly surround them.

"I'm here to help. The silver-speared overlord picked up the scoop and helped cook the porridge.

"I'm here too!" Flying Sand Whip He Beidou also rolled up his sleeves.

"Don't crowd it, don't worry, it's all there, it's all there!" the rest of the crowd helped maintain order and lined up people in a long line.

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

These Lingzhou people, who have traveled thousands of miles and are already in rags like beggars, are holding their families and children in the crowd at this moment, gnawing on steamed buns and showing their teeth, revealing a happy smile.

It is only at this time that people know that eating enough is the greatest happiness.

The largest crowd was around the Taoist, because everyone, regardless of gender, old and old, could receive five catties of rice from the Taoist.

Those who fled lined up eagerly, because where there is rice, there is hope.

They used old clothes and old bamboo baskets as containers, or they simply lifted their clothes and put them around.

However, to the eyes of many refugees, the man reached into the sleeve of his robe and took out a wooden scoop.

Everyone came to him, and the Taoist scooped out scoops of rice one after another, and more than 100 people in a row scooped out the rice like a hill, and there was no emptiness in his sleeves.

The sleeves of the wide robe seemed to be bottomless, and I couldn't finish scooping it up.

"Hiss!" The more I looked at the people, the more frightened they became, and many people gasped, especially the few shopkeepers and Jianghu customers who had seen the Taoist before, and they seemed to be a little incredulous when they looked at the Taoist at this moment, this is the person they had seen before.

"This is a fairy!" But the more this is the case, the more people dare not speak, and when they come to receive rice, they don't even dare to come out of the atmosphere, and they don't dare to raise their heads to look, for fear of disturbing the immortals.

It's just that after receiving it, he turned around and kowtowed behind him.

The little girl, barefoot and with her cute toes cocked when she walked, stood in front of the Taoist, staring boldly at the Taoist with purring eyes, as if she wanted to see what was different about him.

The Taoist looked interesting, put his hand into his sleeve, as if playing a trick, and took out another candy man from his sleeve.

The little girl's eyes lit up all of a sudden, revealing a look of longing, and her eyes, which were already big, immediately became a little bigger.

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

Just licked it, and I was a little reluctant to put it away.

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

"Did you say?" the Taoist asked rhetorically.

"Surely! My mother said, only a living immortal would be so kind to give us rice. 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 smiling voices that have hardly been heard since the beginning of the year.

Even inside the city there is a commotion, after all, there are so many refugees outside the city, it is impossible for the people of Yunbi County not to pay attention.

Everyone knew that there was a Taoist outside the city who was giving porridge, and every refugee was able to receive five catties of rice and a bowl of white porridge.

Immediately after that, the news reached the ears of the grain merchants, grain store owners, and shopkeepers in the city.