My reborn husband and son are thinking about how to kill me every day.

When Pang Jinghuan arrived, he saw that the place was surrounded by people.

Some people were all smiles, some were having heated discussions, some were crying their eyes out, and some were kneeling in the direction of the palace, kowtowing repeatedly and shouting words of thanks to His Majesty the Divine King and to Heaven.

He vaguely heard phrases like "no taxes to pay" and "the new policy is great." He quickly squeezed to the front of the announcement and skimmed through its contents.

After reading it, he had only one thought in his mind.

impossible! This is absolutely impossible!

How can there be a country that doesn't collect taxes from its people?

If taxes aren't collected from the people, how will the government cover its expenses? This must be that witch's wicked scheme; she's spreading this false information to further win over the people.

But seeing everyone so happy only gave him a terrible headache.

Given the current situation, it seems unlikely that his plan will be easy to implement. It's infuriating that he previously thought he had been given a task that required minimal effort, and was quite pleased with himself for it.

He hadn't expected that the demoness to be so clever and difficult to deal with.

He suppressed his frustration and decided to first understand the situation in the city before considering a course of action.

With this in mind, Pang Jinghuan began to wander around. The more he wandered, the more surprised he became.

There were many tools in the city that he had never seen before, and workers were using them to repair roads and build houses.

They even dug up the streets, and someone was mixing some strange powder together to build something.

Some people are even burying pipes under the street.

Actually, he didn't know these things were called pipes; he learned the word "pipes" from the workers who did the work.

He overheard the workers saying that pipes had been buried in the ground, and from then on, all the sewage and excrement from every household could be discharged into the city through these pipes. This way, no one would need to empty chamber pots anymore.

Not only that, they said that after the pipes are installed, there will be running water in the house.

He didn't know what tap water was, so he asked the workers who were doing the work. The workers said that it meant that water pipes would be installed in the house, and water would be connected to each household. After that, he wouldn't have to fetch water for drinking or bathing anymore; he could just turn on the tap and there would be water.

Pang Jinghuan's eyes widened like saucers countless times today, revealing an expression of utter astonishment. He instinctively blurted out, "How is this possible?"

The worker who had answered him earlier said unhappily, "How is it impossible? That's how the Immortal Master taught us. His Majesty said that as long as we follow the Master's instructions, we won't go wrong."

"In the future, we will definitely be able to create a world as beautiful as the realm of gods, where everyone can live like immortals."

"What kind of immortal master? What kind of immortal life?" Pang Jinghuan felt like his brain was broken again, and he couldn't understand what they were saying.

Upon hearing Pang Jinghuan's words, the workers all looked at him with sympathy.

One of the workers said, "These must be refugees who were just rescued from outside. Don't they even know who the immortals are?"

Another bearded worker said, "Of course! Look at him, he's obviously a refugee who was just rescued. If he had just drunk a few sips of the divine porridge bestowed by His Majesty the God in the city, he wouldn't look this bad!"

The remaining workers listened to the bearded worker's words, looked at Pang Jinghuan, and all agreed with what the bearded worker said.

As they spoke, they said to Pang Jinghuan with sympathy, "Don't wander around here aimlessly. You should hurry up and go to the refugee camp to line up for porridge! That's divine food bestowed by His Majesty, and it's very good for your health."

"Yes, yes, go get the immortal porridge first, then go participate in the selection to attend classes at Jixian Academy. If you are selected, you can go to Jixian Academy to listen to the immortals' lectures."

“Attending classes at Jixian Academy is an incredible opportunity. If you do well there, you might even be able to become an engineer. Although it's not an official position appointed by the imperial court, the benefits are almost the same as those of an official.”

"The key is that even if you don't pass the engineer exam, you can still become a worker like us after you finish the course and get paid even without earning points."

"When I was taking classes at Jixian Academy, the academy even provided meals! The food there was delicious, including celestial fruits that His Majesty brought from heaven. Those fruits were really tasty. Originally, only soldiers who killed monsters could get them."

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The workers chattered about how wonderful Jixian Academy was, and Pang Jinghuan felt that the world had changed in the short time he had been away from Qiongdu.

He had actually fallen so low that he was pitied by manual laborers.

As he observed the workers more closely, he became increasingly shocked.

These workers did indeed look very healthy, and their eyes seemed to shine with light and hope.

They were not the farmers and workers he had seen in Daqi before, whose eyes were full of exhaustion and numbness, as if they could see no hope or future, and who were just numbly persevering and moving forward every day.

Despite experiencing such a great disaster, how come the people have become more optimistic and energetic?

Pang Jinghuan was very puzzled.

He returned to the refugee camp, filled with this immense bewilderment. He arrived just as it was time to collect the porridge.

Thinking about what the workers had said, he took a bowl from the foreman and went to line up for porridge.

The line for porridge wasn't very long.

There are many jobs in the city where you can earn money and food.

Aside from the refugees who had just been rescued and resettled in the city, only the elderly and children who were unable to work would go to collect porridge.

Almost all able-bodied men would look for work. Many jobs in the city included meals, which were better than the porridge the refugees were given, and they also paid wages.

Pang Jinghuan was at the back of the line and soon received his porridge.

Thinking about what the workers had said, he paid special attention to the porridge in his bowl. It looked similar to ordinary porridge, but it did have a particularly fragrant aroma.

He picked up the bowl and took a sip, his face instantly showing an expression of disbelief. This porridge was even better than the porridge made at the best restaurant in Qiongdu before things got chaotic.

He had never eaten such good porridge in his entire life.

He quickly finished the porridge in his bowl and went back to queue.

The porridge at the refugee station is unlimited, so if you're still hungry after you finish eating, you can go back to queue for more.

The others who came to Qiongzhou with Pang Jinghuan to carry out the mission also felt as if they had opened the door to a new world, just like Pang Jinghuan.

Everyone lined up to get porridge.

The group ate five times in total, consuming five large bowls. Their bellies were round and they kept burping until they couldn't eat anymore.

Fearing suspicion, Pang Jinghuan didn't join the group. He even gestured to them with his eyes, signaling them not to act rashly for the time being and to follow his instructions.

Those who returned with Pang Jinghuan to carry out the mission included soldiers who had escaped with King Qi Jing, and refugees he had recruited.