Chapter 504: Five hundred and eight

Chapter 504 Chapter 508: Old, weak, sick
"Any cultivator above the introspection, go to the west hump and stand by."
The crowd was in a commotion again, and the more people with cultivation bases came out, ran towards the west of the main peak, and there were about 10,000 people.
This is also the last group of refugees who can be used, and the rest are almost crooked no matter who they are in the eyes.
Because of the lack of food and the thin and short figure, the black and black guys stood densely together, even Tang Luo could not tell whether it was a male or a female.
Women should have characteristics, and their are already shriveled, just like men. Although there is no way to distinguish them from appearance, Tang Luo knew that most of the people who stayed should be women.
This is a simple truth. The patriarchal thought is deeply ingrained in this land. Boys can go out to work to earn money and pass on from generation to generation. Some civilian families even save money and let their children complete the foundation to become a warrior. Change the fate of the entire family.
Girls are not so lucky. They won't have the opportunity to learn or practice martial arts. For some families with bad conditions, they raise the girls until they are three or five years old and give them to others as child brides-in-laws, or even sell them to prostitutes.
For example, Miaoyinfang buys a large number of girls every year. These people are not obtained by the Tang's cleverness. As long as the price of one or two hundred gold is paid, the people will sell their 35-year-old girls to Miaoyinfang. Then use the money you get to improve your life.
Even for many local ruffians, selling their daughters has become an important part of their income.
Therefore, apart from the women of the aristocracy, there are few literate women among the common people, let alone the specialties of five elements and eight works, but the aptitude has nothing to do with birth and experience.
Even if all the people in front of him are crooked melons and cracked dates, Tang Luo believes that there are many talented talents waiting for him to discover them. He raised his voice to the rest of the people:
"Although you don't have the specialty of five elements and eight writing, nor can you read and hyphenate, I am still willing to give you another chance, a chance to get you food!"
"If you want to practice martial arts, raise your left arm!"
"If you want to learn literacy and hyphenation, five elements and eight writing skills, raise your right arm!"
As Tang Luo's voice fell, almost 90% of the people in the crowd either raised their left arm or raised their right arm, with extremely longing eyes.
Tang Luo looked at the scene in front of him, and said lightly to the celebrities behind him: "Trouble you all."
Compared with the people who left before, in fact, these talents who need to learn again are the real purpose of Tang Luo's gathering.
Among these celebrities in Xiling, many are scholars and scribes who are heirs of poetry and books. Although these people are not high in cultivation, they are all proficient in art, and it is simply good to be honest.
As for those who want to practice martial arts, he had already asked the clan for more than a dozen instructors a few months ago.
Each of the Tang's teachings has experienced many battles, and many of them are the masters of the martial arts hall. It should be no problem for these people to teach some civilians.
The Patriarch's order that began in the early morning was only considered complete when it was sinking, but the gathering still did not end.
After all those who have no strengths were allocated, many people were still stranded on the platform.
If you want to have a name for this group of people, old, weak, sick, and disabled should be more appropriate.
The old man standing on the pole, the scrawny patient, the seven or eight-year-old doll, and the common people with broken hands and feet. These people are the last group left on the middle peak.
"Patriarch, cough, cough, cough, cough." An elderly man who looked like a dying year, leaning on crutches, coughed and asked Tang Luo: "I wonder how the Patriarch plans to arrange for me to wait?"
"Didn't Lao Zhang just hear it?" Tang Luo looked at the old man and said calmly: "Learning techniques or martial arts, this is my arrangement for you."
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough. He held the old man's back, and it took a long time to calm down his anger.
The old man shook his head with a sad face, pushed the woman away, and continued towards Tang Luo: "The decree of the Patriarch is naturally heard, but" the old man turned his head and looked at the people who remained in Zhongfeng, and said sadly to Tang Luo:" We are all old, weak and widows who have no support. We are willing to learn but also powerless. I hope that the Patriarch will continue to provide food for our misery."
Following the old man’s plea, the old, weak, sick and disabled gathered in Zhongfeng began to complain:
"Yes, Patriarch, I have lost my left hand since I was a child, and have been blind with my right eye.
The broken arm, the lame, the blind, and the severely ill, everyone was telling Tang Luo their shortcomings loudly, and they all wanted to express that they were not unwilling to learn, but that they had no ability due to conditions.
"You guys stay quiet." Tang Luo looked at the people in front of him and smiled faintly: "Your difficulties are all in my eyes. Old, weak, and widows really should be taken care of. I don't know how Lao Zhang thinks it is appropriate to take care of it?"
"Patriarch Rende, cough, cough, cough, cough!" The old man coughed a few times, and said to Tang Luo: "I only ask the owner to continue to distribute food to the elderly and the weak in the future, that is enough."
"The request is not too much." Tang Luo glanced at the old man and smiled lightly: "My son gave permission, but before the distribution of food, he asked the old man to answer me a question."
"Patriarch, I would like to ask, the old will know everything and say nothing!" The old man was happy, even his cough was much better, and he responded with breath.
Tang Luo looked at the group of disabled elders in front of him, and asked with a smile: "I just want to ask, you are also disabled, lonely and helpless, and there is still a shortage of food. How did you survive these months? of?"
The old man's face suddenly changed, and the cheerful atmosphere that had just risen suddenly shook.
"Let me change the questioning method!" Tang Luo's face was already gloomy with a smile just now, looking at the group of disabled elderly in front of him, he asked in a cold voice: "If you haven't eaten human flesh in the past two months, raise your hand. Let me see?"
Food relief has been a matter of half a month, but the flood has been raging for more than two months, the old, weak and sick who are helpless? If this is the case, I am afraid that even this Chixia Mountain can't be climbed, can I still come to myself in this way?
This old man who was about to cough up his lungs had a dazzling number of 5682 on his head, and even the blind woman had a value of 4000+ on his head. None of the people in front of them who were known as the old, weak and sick were not cultivators.
Such a group of people pretends to be pitiful and seeks sympathy, will it be a little mismatched?
(End of this chapter)