The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

“This is the food we found.”

Jiang Zhi protected Qi Yu behind him while making an offensive gesture, as if to say, "Let's see who dares to snatch it."

Naturally, refugees and criminals did not dare to step forward, but it was different for the yamen runners. They drew their swords and stabbed forward.

"Back off."

In the Imperial Capital, who would dare to draw a sword against him? So what if he was exiled? He wanted to die but couldn't, so now he wasn't afraid.

Qi Yu said coldly: "Put it down."

The yamen runner was somewhat frightened, but he still pointed at the food on the ground and asked fiercely, "Where did you get this food?"

"God-given."

Suddenly the whole place was in an uproar.

Is God's power evident?

Did the gods really appear?

But the temple has not been built yet.

Everyone's face was filled with unconcealed surprise.

"If the gods are so powerful, why is there only so little food?" someone asked.

The yamen runner was also puzzled: "You said the gods are powerful, but where are they?"

Qi Yu couldn't help but smile, "Since you are a god, you are at ease in your heart."

There was laughter all around.

But he was the only one who was serious.

He was right. Aren’t those words that came from the mind the words in the heart?

The other party claimed to be a god and sent water and food from a distance, so he didn't lie to him.

But as to why the gods chose him, let these people guess.

For a moment, the situation became a dilemma.

"Since it was given by the gods, it is for everyone. You can't just take it for yourself just because they say it's given to you, right?"

Some people questioned.

Someone is swallowing.

Some people are eager to try and think about how to grab some.

Those pairs of sunken eyes were all staring at the few pieces of food on the ground.

It seems that what they are staring at is not food, but their lives and the chance to survive.

"That's right. Even though you two found it first, it doesn't belong to you. So, everyone can share it tonight."

The yamen runner thought for a long time. He also wanted to take it all for himself and teach Qi Yu and his servant a lesson, but he knew that he was no match for them.

If the food is not shared, there will probably be riots later. But for now, these people are fine. Once dawn comes, more people will know about it, and they will have less to eat.

"Yes, everyone is hungry and wants to eat their fill. It's impossible for everyone to eat enough food with so many of us, so please don't make any more noise. After daybreak, this incident has never happened."

Qi Yu agreed with the yamen runner's words. He looked around and saw about thirty people, which was not too many.

"Okay! Let's do it!"

The yamen runner also lowered his voice and quickly divided the work. The men collected firewood and made a fire, and the women boiled water and cooked.

There weren't many dishes, so cooking them was unrealistic, so I had to put all the dishes in one pot and cook them. As for the tofu-sized rice, I added more water and cooked it into soup or porridge.

The small exile area far away from the village suddenly became busy.

Smoke rose from the cooking stove, and soon a fragrance wafted out.

After a while, each of the thirty or so people was given a bowl of vegetable soup and a bowl of porridge soup without yellow sand.

In the dark night, illuminated by the moonlight, everyone ate with relish despite their dark faces.

The refugees cried silently while eating.

How long had it been since they had a full meal like this? Once upon a time, they had a home to live in and food to eat.

"It's worth it to come here tonight." Someone sighed.

Some people dare not eat with big mouthfuls, for fear that the next bite of delicious food in front of them will disappear like a mirage.

The prisoners cried while eating.

These tasteless dishes were not even eaten by beggars in the capital, but now they are so delicious.

"Your Highness, this, this is actually silver thread noodles?" Jiang Zhi looked at the noodles cooked in the bowl that were as thin as silver threads. If he remembered correctly, even the Jinghua Tower in the imperial capital could not make such delicate noodles.

He wanted to eat but was reluctant to, so he quickly put it into Qi Yu's bowl and said, "Your Highness, eat more."

"No need, everyone has a share, no one is allowed to grab it."

Qi Yu moved the bowl away and emphasized sternly.

Even though he was dressed in rags and looked utterly miserable, he still exuded the aura of a prince. With just one word, he was intimidating, dissuading some from wanting to rob him.

Seeing this, the yamen runner who had been on guard could not help but look at him with more respect.

Not to mention that the food came because of him and everyone had a full meal because of him, even his overwhelming aura could have prevented a fearless fight.

He thought, maybe if he treated him with more respect in the future, it would save him some trouble?

"You did a great job tonight, so I won't punish you by making you dig a well tomorrow."

The yamen runner glanced at Qi Yu's bruised palm and pointed to the temple still under construction: "Then build the temple with them."

Qi Yu didn't say anything, but his deep eyes seemed to have his own thoughts.

"But..." the yamen runner said, "since you said you can communicate with the gods, can you ask the gods to give us food and water tomorrow?" Just now when they were cooking, the water in the deep well ran out again, and there was no water to drink.

Jiang Zhi was furious when he heard this, "What do you think of His Highness?"

Although he couldn't explain where the food came from.

But his prince is not a ghost, how can he communicate with gods?

Besides, is he teaching His Highness how to do things?

"Just now, you clearly said that these were bestowed by the gods? Since you don't know the gods, how do you know the origin of these things?"

The yamen runner also became angry. Although he was a little lacking in confidence and felt guilty that he didn't dare to look at Qi Yu, his words successfully aroused public indignation.

"Yes, it was you who said you were in touch with the gods. I don't care. Tomorrow I will ask you to ask the gods for some food."

"That's right. If there's no food tomorrow, these will be yours to keep. You have these and there are more."

The refugees talked to each other, and one of them even revealed his identity as the prince, asking everyone to make sure he could bring food.

Qi Yu was speechless.

So this is the public opinion storm?

This is the ignorance of the people!

These greedy people not only did not express gratitude, but even felt that it was their due and made false accusations.

"Okay, then all of you must listen to me. If you still want to eat tomorrow, don't tell anyone about what happened tonight, or you'll get nothing tomorrow."

Qi Yu was too lazy to deal with these people, so he took Jiang Zhi back to the room after saying that.

The so-called rooms were nothing more than a row of dilapidated wooden houses, with a straw mat for sleeping on the ground and a tattered bedding, but the advantage was that they could shelter from wind and rain.

Seeing how arrogant he was, the yamen runner wanted to scold him, but he held back.

He repeated what Qi Yu had just said, asking everyone not to spread the news, then divided the work again, cleaned up the mess, and went to sleep.

In the room, Jiang Zhi looked at the refugees and exiles who were almost fighting over a few drops of water and sighed, "These people are simply ungrateful wolves who can never be tamed. They are greedy and selfish, and would even raise their knives to fight for a bite of food. Your Highness gave them food, but instead of expressing gratitude, they are even more aggressive. Your Highness really can't stay here anymore."

"No, you're wrong."

Although Qi Yu's face was cold, the expression in his eyes had calmed down.

"When drought strikes, leaving no grass to grow, their true nature is revealed only when they are powerless. Who wouldn't be greedy? If they had enough food and drink, and lived a happy and fulfilling life, why would they be willing to become homeless and speak ill of them?"

Qi Yu said, "Those who couldn't escape were left behind as refugees. So why couldn't these people escape? All beings are equal. It's simply because they haven't learned to read and have no culture. I am indeed angry, but I am even more saddened by the injustice they were born into."

"So Your Highness wants to help them?"

"As best as I can."

If he could help, he would change them.

If not, he has tried his best.

"But their expressions just now were clearly hideous. Besides, where is Your Highness going to find food? Relying on the so-called gods?"

He grew up with His Highness since he was a child. Doesn’t he know whether His Highness can be psychic?

Qi Yu didn't say anything, but just touched the jade pendant on his waist with a gentle look.

That was the only thing he brought out after being exiled and was never stolen.

That was the gift his mother gave him on his tenth birthday, and it was also his only comfort when he missed his mother.

But just now, he discovered a strange phenomenon. It seemed that as long as he touched the jade token, he would receive guidance from the gods in his mind.

He wasn't sure, so he had to give it a try.