Chapter 111: One hundred and fourteen

Chapter 111 Chapter 114: Winter (recommendation, monthly pass)
Tang Ming showed embarrassment, walked to the stage and took three wooden boxes.
As one of the representatives of Fenzong, he never thought that things would go so far.
He wanted to explain a few words, because he knew that most people were just incited and didn't really have an opinion on Tang Zhi.
"Patriarch. Actually..."
Tang Zhi waved his hand, blocked what he was about to say, and said flatly: "I know what you are going to say, this matter is my fault. I promised these lands before. You will divide it according to your contribution. The singing and dancing will continue."
Tang Ming nodded helplessly, and took a few stewards off the main stage and walked to his seat.
"The patriarch is going to cut the meat." Tang Luo looked at Tang Zhi who announced this year's bonus on the stage and said lightly.
Xu Shuhui was unclear, so she looked at him and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Obviously, the land was only the bait released by the patriarch at the time, and the purpose was to let the sub-sect masters use their utmost to harvest food. Even if there was real land, it was after the success of the patriarch's plan, and the impeachment of the patriarch made the patriarch feel that the clan leaders were alienated. Get out of the land to comfort." Tang Luo shook his head and said with some regret: "But Xiling City has been peaceful for a long time, and there are so many vacant lands in the north of the city, so I think these lands belong to the clan chief."
Xu Shuhui listened to Tang Luo's talk, with little stars in her eyes. Although she knew her son was smart, she didn't expect to be so smart.
Even Tang Sen raised his head with a different color in his eyes. The clansman thought that gathering refugees was Tang Zhi’s plan, but listening to Tang Luo’s words, it didn’t seem to be the case. This made him feel very curious, so he asked: "You What do you think the patriarch’s plan is."
Tang Luo frowned, pondering for a long time, and said: "It's hard to say. But I think that the opponent worthy of his planning for such a long time is the only one in Xiling. But what is the plan, I have no idea yet."
Compared with the other clans in Xiling, the strength of the Tang clan and the Mi clan is not of the same order of magnitude. Hundreds of thousands of refugees are listening to bluff, but there are as many as thousands of warriors in the Transcendence Realm, and there may not be a single fierce realm.
Just relying on these people to join, what impact can it bring to the Mi clan, it is not a decisive force to add more warriors to the family. Therefore, gathering refugees is definitely not Tang Zhi's goal, this kind of strategy that will only take effect in a hundred years. He would never draw such a big pie.
Hearing Tang Luo's words, Tang Sen only felt even more surprised. As the head of Wutang, he understood part of Tang Zhi's plan, but Tang Luo could guess part of it based on speculation, which really made him admire.
It seems that the son is not only a martial arts genius, but also the power and control.
...
While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.
During the extravagant New Year of the aristocratic families, ordinary people in Xiling experienced the coldest winter.
There has been no food for sale in Xiling for two months, and all the rice shops on the market are hung with sold-out wooden signs. This makes the civilians who have been accustomed to the low food prices in Xiling confused and wondering what to do.
For those beggars, they can't make it through this winter.
They used to buy some stale grains with copper, but this year they can’t even buy stale grains. There are only expensive vegetables and more expensive meats on the market.
Most of the beggars in Xiling are controlled by the ruffians, and most of the money they ask for will be taken away.
In previous winters, the land ruffians would give them a full meal, but looking at this year's food prices, the land ruffians all chose to ignore the life and death of the beggars.
After all, who would buy such expensive food for a group of beggars?
This winter, they will rely on themselves. It is their own destiny to survive. If they can't survive, they only blame the bad world.
...
Fengqing Hutong
In a deserted house, a small fire is surrounded by a group of shabby children.
There are males and females, the oldest is only seven or eight, and the young is only three or four years old. They surround the fire and put their hands on the fire to keep warm.
"Brother Bai hasn't come yet." A little girl with a tugging kid timidly asked the oldest child.
The seven or eight-year-old child wore an extremely unfit big jacket, and his immature face was full of perseverance that should not be at this age: "Big Brother Bai will definitely come!"
"Yes, don't worry, Xiaoya."
"Well, Big Brother Bai will definitely bring us a lot of food."
Hearing what he said, the rest of the children agreed and couldn't help but vomit, obviously starving.
While talking, the wooden door of the deserted courtyard was pushed open, and the children stared at each other alertly and scattered around. Some hid behind the pillars, some hid under the table, and hid one after another.
In places like Fengqing Hutong, there are not only good people like Big Brother Bai, but also many unscrupulous local ruffians. If caught, they will become slaves to those people.
From being trained as a thief, from being crippled and begging along the street, before they met Big Brother Bai, several of their friends had been taken away.
Outside the deserted courtyard, holding a cauldron, a thin young man stood at the door and looked around for a long time. After confirming that no one was following, he opened the courtyard door.
He walked into the empty courtyard, put the pot down, patted his hands and said, "Children, it's me, come out."
The man's voice is soft, and listening to it in such a cold winter will make people feel warm from the bottom of my heart.
Hearing this familiar voice, the children ran out of the hiding place one after another. The little girl with a small pull was the first to rush out, holding the man's leg and not letting it go.
With a gentle smile, the man squatted down to hold the little girl's face and asked, "Little girl, is it cold?"
The little girl replied sweetly: "It's not cold, I miss you so much."
The little girl laughed very sweetly, but the man felt distressed. The supposedly delicate face has been frostbitten, glowing with unhealthy crimson, and several cracks have been promulgated on the little girl's cheeks. This winter is really too cold.
"Big Brother Bai brought you delicious food, it won't be cold after eating." The man carefully took the little girl's frostbitten hand and led her to the fire.
The children are very well-behaved. No one took the lead to move the pot. Instead, they took the small bowl they didn't know where they brought, and sat around the fire, waiting quietly, without making any noise.
Whenever Mi Bai sees the sensible appearance of these children, she can't help but feel sad. This is a group of really good children. They shouldn't go hungry and cold, or frightened.
Knowing that they are all hungry, Mi Bai stepped forward and opened the lid, and the heat rose.
In the pot is thick porridge, yellow and white rice grains and some green and yellow vegetable leaves are all in this pot.
But seeing this simple meal, the children couldn't help swallowing their saliva and making a humming sound.
The rice white took out a large spoon and filled it in their bowl one by one.
This pot of thick porridge is the New Year's Eve dinner for him and his children.
　I finally resumed the normal update, I'm so awesome~ I can't ask for a monthly ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)