Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

"What can I do for you?" The prince's face was full of impatience. He wanted to scold them, but he felt that the people in front of him had extraordinary temperaments and could not be scolded casually. He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth and almost got angry.

The prince was dressed in a dark narrow-sleeved python robe with auspicious clouds embroidered with gold thread on the cuffs. He had a vermilion jade belt around his waist and a delicate white jade waist pendant. He had a handsome face, but inexplicably gave off a cold and stern vibe, as if he was from a wealthy family, with an imposing demeanor.

Lu Wensheng sneered: "Of course I'm looking for you, a busy man, to distribute the grain." He looks like a decent human.

The noble lady in the prince's arms shyly hid behind the prince, looking at the few people with amazement in her eyes, especially Liu Jiqian, who made her reluctant to look away.

"presumptuous......"

Without waiting for the prince to get angry, Lu Wensheng shoved the disciple token of the Questioning Immortal Sect in his face. After the prince saw the token clearly, he swallowed his words and forced a smile - cultivators do not interfere in the changes of dynasties, but it is still very beneficial to have a good relationship with them.

"So it's a few immortal masters who are here. I'm sorry for being so rude. I'll order a banquet right away!"

Lu Wensheng hehe: I still like the rebellious look you had just now.

Ji Yanli: "What kind of banquet? I asked you to release the grain, didn't you hear me?"

He didn't use an impolite tone, but simply asked - he was really curious whether the prince hadn't heard it.

The prince's face was as colorful as an overturned palette. He took a deep breath, but had to be polite - he had never felt so aggrieved!

"What do you mean by releasing food?"

Lu Wensheng was too lazy to waste time with him: "There are refugees gathering outside, open the warehouses and release food to accommodate them - do you understand?!"

"......Masters, it's not that I don't want to, I just have the will but not the strength. The situation on the front line is tight, and all the food that can be transported has been sent to the battlefield. Where is the surplus?" Can't we just gather those untouchables and deal with them?

The prince was obviously not happy - these lowly people were troublesome, they refused to obey discipline, and they didn't even think about whether they could enter the capital. They wasted their time running here and even had to eat his food.

Lu Wensheng didn't want to know about the wrangling and struggle involved, nor did he care how much truth the prince's words were - there were so many dignitaries in the capital, and if he said they were so generous that they all donated food to the battlefield, he wouldn't believe it.

“No matter what method you use, we must see a porridge shed outside the city within a quarter of an hour, otherwise you will bear the consequences.”

This prince calls the people of his country "untouchables" and thinks highly of himself, so there is no need for them to be polite to such an oppressor.

After Lu Wensheng finished speaking, he turned and left. The others didn't even glance at him, leaving only the prince with an unpleasant look on his face.

The noble lady felt a little reluctant to see the handsome immortal masters leave. She turned her head and glanced at the prince cautiously, not daring to say a word.

It has to be said that the power of life is great. In less than a quarter of an hour, Lu Wensheng and the others saw the porridge distribution shed set up - as expected, if people are not pushed, they don't know where their potential lies. Discussing things with the prince in a friendly manner is purely to give him face.

The refugees obviously knew who had fought for the porridge for them. Even though they were extremely greedy, they would come to Lu Wensheng and the others first after getting the porridge and kowtow to them firmly. There were both men and women, but only a few elderly people, women and children. They all said that they were blessed by God to be able to survive.

Their lips moved, and they could hardly control themselves and could not utter more words, but tears were in their eyes. The friendship between them was self-evident. It seemed as if they didn't know how to express their gratitude. They squeezed out vague "Thank you very much for your kindness", and could only kowtow repeatedly after that.

"There's no need to do this." Lu Wensheng felt sad and helped them up one by one.

Those people were afraid of dirtying Lu Wensheng's hands, so they quickly moved away and thanked him again and again before leaving. They sat on the ground, not caring about their image, and wolfed down the porridge mixed with sand. Even though their mouths were painful from the burn, they were reluctant to spit it out.

After eating half full, they were ready to set off again. They were like duckweed, with no idea when they would be able to take root. They were also like the weeds that could be seen everywhere and trampled upon by anyone, ordinary but tenacious - they could scatter to other towns that were not affected, or go up the mountain when they had no other choice... they had to find a way to survive.

Before leaving, some people with ulterior motives came to ask Lu Wensheng their names - even if their future was uncertain, they also wanted to erect a monument to longevity, wishing their benefactor endless blessings, a long life, and a clear name, and that in this cannibalistic world, they could have endless blessings, a long life, and a clear reputation.

The prince disliked the smell and appearance of the refugees, so he stood far away, on the city wall, overlooking the scene below. He was condescending. Seeing those refugees kowtowing and thanking Lu Wensheng and others, and both sides being in harmony, he snorted coldly and said to the official next to him.

"You ungrateful lowly people, you didn't even thank me for the things I gave you." Going to bargain with those people in the city for food was really damaging to his dignity and made him feel ashamed. In the end, all the benefits were counted on these monks.

The prince looked unhappy, feeling like he was the one being taken advantage of.

The subordinates thought it was okay for the refugees to thank the immortal masters - Your Highness, weren't you unwilling to give them food? People knew that they had food only because of the immortal masters' orders, so of course they should thank them.

However, according to workplace rules, the subordinates certainly cannot say this, unless he wants to play the Nine Clans Elimination Chamber.

The subordinate said: "They are just a bunch of fools who are difficult to educate. How can they understand your painstaking efforts?"

After carefully observing the prince's expression, the official knew that he was pleased with what he heard, and it seemed that his flattery did not go smoothly - so after a moment's hesitation, he made a suggestion.

"Why don't you go down there too and let them experience your kindness? Win them over?"

"Father is the only son of mine. I am destined to be in that position. Why should I win over their hearts? Besides, these lowly people are so dirty that they might die on the way. What's the point of winning them over? It's hard for these high and mighty immortals to be willing to get so close to me. Anyway, I don't want to... Just think of these immortal masters as comforting them on my behalf."

Subordinate official: He has figured out that the prince’s kindness towards His Majesty was all fake. Now that His Majesty is critically ill, he is too lazy to even pretend - there is a saying that "many people start well, but few can finish well". He slacked off before he succeeded, and became complacent, and he is bound to fail in the end.

But this had nothing to do with him. He was just earning a salary to support his family and he didn't have any earth-shaking ideals to achieve. It was already very difficult to be an official. It was not worth it to anger the prince and lose his position and even the lives of his entire family for a few suggestions.

Looking at the refugees gradually dispersing outside the city, the official sighed - in today's world, it's not easy for anyone, they are just trying to make a living.