In Mingjiang Prefecture, the Bone Elder Association has set up four canteens, located at the "East, West, South, and North" gates of Hui Feng dical College.
After all, the common people have to stay at the dical college these days, and this is the main activity area. The canteens are conveniently nearby for dining,
Upon his visit, Zhou Xuan felt that the Bone Elder Association had made progress in handling the disaster situation. They took into account that not all areas of Mingjiang Prefecture were affected, and that so people’s houses were well-preserved, hence they didn’t need to stay at Hui Feng dical College. However, most families lacked grain and dicine.
Therefore, the Bone Elder Association would send people carrying raw rice and dicine boxes to the far corners of Mingjiang Prefecture to distribute food and dicine.
"Progress, showing so humanitarian spirit."
Zhou Xuan said with so relief.
When he arrived at the canteen, Zhou Xuan was still very satisfied. The canteen was newly set up, and although the conditions were naturally not great, it was clean.
In the open-air pavilion, there were a dozen large wooden barrels cooking hot porridge, with the rich fragrance of rice.
Many people in the crowd recognized Zhou Xuan and said enthusiastically: "Great sir, thank you, it wasn’t cold at all yesterday, it was unusually warm."
"I slept better than I ever had at ho."
"I even had a good dream, dreaming that my wife ca back with my daughter to find ."
"Can’t you all see? Make way for the great sir, let him get his porridge first."
"Exactly, exactly."
The neatly lined up crowd took an even more orderly step back, making way for Zhou Xuan.
"No one has special privileges, line up if you must, otherwise, I’m afraid that eagle will peck at ."
Zhou Xuan smiled and declined their kindness, lining up with Little Fuzi and Lv Mingkun.
The orderly queue was maintained by the pressure of the Divine Eagle.
Pan Mountain Eagle, being full of clever tricks, specifically stationed four Divine Eagles, resting on the pavilions of the four canteens as a warning. Anyone not queuing would get pecked by the eagles.
At first, the Divine Eagles would hold back their strength, giving those disrupting order just a bit of pain. But if they didn’t learn, the pecking would draw blood. With the Divine Eagles watching, everyone naturally kept to the rules.
Zhou Xuan knew this order didn’t co easily, so of course, he wouldn’t break it. He too followed the rules, lining up and waiting for his al.
While queuing, people around always had endless gratitude to express to Zhou Xuan, specifically thanking this young gentleman for managing the post-disaster Mingjiang Prefecture so efficiently.
But when expressing their gratitude, they inevitably ntioned the warm dream from last night.
Zhou Xuan initially chatted about yesterday’s death on dream but soon noticed Little Fuzi’s deanor wasn’t right. Seeing him secretly wiping away tears, he understood. Whenever the enthusiastic people around him ntioned that dream, he would proactively change the subject, avoiding delving into the depths of the "death on dream."
"Fuzi, I know why you’re sad. It’s because Hua Zi’s spirit didn’t co to find you yesterday, right?"
Zhou Xuan softly comforted Little Fuzi.
Little Fuzi nodded. Having been with Zhou Xuan for a long ti, he understood so of the mysterious things—if those death ons preserved hope for Mingjiang Prefecture’s reconstruction, Hua Zi not coming to find Little Fuzi ant that Mu Hua was thoroughly dead.
"Others can live, but Hua Zi can’t co back."
"Fuzi, don’t give up hope. I asked the incense fire Taoist, and they said Hua Zi is indeed the hardest person to revive in Mingjiang Prefecture, but that doesn’t an there’s no hope at all."
Zhou Xuan put his arm around Little Fuzi’s shoulder and said, "Trust , I’ll definitely bring Hua Zi back to Mingjiang Prefecture."
Mu Hua had decisively chosen to help Zhou Xuan shatter the mirror for the sake of his close friends, Fuzi, Lv Mingkun, Sister Cui, Zhou Xuan, and Yun Ziliang... He knew that breaking the mirror would lead to his death, but this little food stall assistant, who had been bullied by countless people, still went.
"I, like you, most want Hua Zi to live again."
Zhou Xuan continued.
"Yes, young master, I trust you." Little Fuzi’s trust in Zhou Xuan was almost blind. Since Zhou Xuan promised to bring Hua Zi back, he believed Hua Zi would definitely return, and his sadness lessened slightly.
...
Finally, Zhou Xuan got in line and received a bowl of steaming porridge.
The woman serving the porridge filled Zhou Xuan’s bowl to the brim and also pulled out an oil-paper package of cured at from her pocket, handing it to Zhou Xuan.
"What’s with the at? Special treatnt?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"Great sir, my ho wasn’t affected by the disaster, and we have so cured at stored up." Li Ru said, "Last night, my daughter had a fever, and I tried to buy dicine, but a dicine dealer wanted to take advantage of , asking for my body as paynt. It was soone you sent who got the dicine and severely punished the dealer. I can’t thank you enough. This cured at was specially cooked at ho, and I brought it to show my appreciation."
Li Ru began to speak, and tears filled her eyes. She had co to Hui Feng dical College early, intending to find Zhou Xuan after breakfast to give him the cured at as a token of gratitude.
But she never expected to et Zhou Xuan while serving porridge.
"The people short on dicine on Mizi Street yesterday all extend countless thanks to you."
"It’s just maintaining normal order, so I’ll accept this at then." Zhou Xuan waved the at around, deliberately speaking a bit louder,
not to show off having at, but to let the people nearby know that this at wasn’t special treatnt and to not think poorly of those serving porridge.
"I was just afraid you wouldn’t accept it." Li Ru wiped away her grateful tears.
"Thank you."
Zhou Xuan, Little Fuzi, and Lv Mingkun took their porridge and went to find a spot to sit and eat.
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