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He slapped Qin Lizhi's arm hard, his eyes widening as if he were the same age, staring intently at the location of the shrine.

"Young Marshal, am I seeing things or hallucinating? I'm actually seeing rice gushing out of the shrine?"

Qin Lizhi's expression changed drastically!

Turning around, the sight that greeted him filled him with overwhelming joy.

He strode forward and slammed the door shut!

A large, bony hand suddenly grabbed Xing Xingwen's collar. "I'm warning you, if anyone tells anyone about what happened today, I'll shoot you in the head right now!"

"Why are you nervous?"

Xing Xingwen realized something, his lips trembled, and he pointed at the bag of rice that was still overflowing.

"Don't tell me you can see these things? What does it say on that bag, rice?"

"Still Northeast rice?"

"How come I didn't know that rice was produced outside the Great Wall?"

"Shut your bitch."

The moment Qin Lizhi released Xing Xingwen, he rushed towards the rice bag like a bolt of lightning.

With trembling hands, he tried to tear open the rice bag, wanting to show off, but he couldn't tear it open the first time, and he still couldn't tear it open the second time.

He strained so hard that his cheeks turned red.

A belated sense of shame washed over me, and my face flushed red all the way down my neck.

“Although I, Xing Xingwen, am a weak scholar, I am still a man. I refuse to believe that I can’t even tear open a bag.”

"But what is this bag made of? It's so sturdy, is it plastic?"

"His-"

The sharp scissors cut open the bag, and white rice gushed out from the tear.

Qin Lizhi, clutching the scissors in his hand, suddenly stood up.

"Once it's confirmed to be rice, immediately have Lieutenant Zhang bring a few men to carry the rice package, along with some bread."

At this moment, countless rice bags began to spray flour bags out in a chaotic manner.

Xing Xingwen was speechless at the sight.

"Is this a miracle? You didn't sign some kind of life-or-death pact with the King of Hell, exchanging something of yours for this food, did you?"

"Young Marshal, you should have given me this difficult task. My life is worthless, but you are the pillar of strength for the entire mountain town. You must not let anything happen to you..."

Xing Xingwen's exaggerated performance only earned him a heavy slap across the face.

He let out a wail and was swatted out of the defensive room.

Inside the defense room, Qin Lizhi watched as bags of rice and flour kept appearing, and a warm feeling welled up from his heart.

"Thank you for the divine protection. On behalf of the 300,000 people of Shancheng, Qin Lizhi thanks the gods for saving our lives!"

Lieutenant Zhang returned quickly, his face beaming with joy.

When he reached the door, he ordered the few soldiers following him to stop.

After knocking on the door, I stepped into the defense room.

Unexpectedly, they saw mountains of rice and sea of ​​flour; the defense room was already overcrowded with rice and flour that had poured out.

Qin Lizhi was bending over in a corner, seemingly struggling to rummage through something.

Good guy.

This is outrageous! How could the young marshal, whom he revered as a god, be doing such rough work?

The lackey, Lieutenant Zhang, immediately stepped forward to do it for him.

"Young Marshal, what are you doing? Let me do it! You don't need to do this kind of rough work, let me do it..."

Zhang's words came to an abrupt halt, for he was shocked to see Qin Lizhi holding a large cabbage in his hand!

He was instantly excited, and stammered, "The goddess has even bestowed upon us cabbages this time!"

"Young Marshal, heaven knows how long it's been since I've eaten cabbage."

"I'm originally from the north, and my favorite winter dish is stewed cabbage with vermicelli and tofu. Just thinking about that taste makes me miss my mom."

Even a grown man like him felt a lump in his throat when he thought of his warm family and the stone house with smoke rising from its chimney in the cold winter.

He sniffed hard.

"I want to eat it, I'm so hungry I could cry."

"First, draw a curtain and have the people outside put the rice and flour into the innermost room of the air-raid shelter and pile them up as a warehouse."

"Yes, Marshal!"

Lieutenant Zhang gave a standard salute.

Then, with a grin, he approached Qin Lizhi and said, "Young Marshal, could we have a special meal together later? I'm feeling homesick just looking at these cabbages and want to taste the flavors of my hometown."

Qin Lizhi couldn't help but chuckle, "Granted, now get out of here!"

"Yes!"

Lieutenant Zhang quickly turned and left.

After the curtain was hung up, Zhang, the adjutant, led several people to carry rice and flour from inside to outside.

As they moved the rice and flour inside the defense room, the amount of rice and flour did not decrease; on the contrary, the amount of rice and flour increased.

The porters were panting heavily from exhaustion, but the thought that they were carrying the rations for over 300,000 soldiers and civilians in the entire mountain city gave them a surge of motivation, making them work even harder.

Because it was a confidential matter, these people spent seven days and seven nights just moving rice and flour, but that's another story.

In front of the air-raid shelter.

With rice and flour flowing out of the deployment room as a base, Lieutenant Zhang felt confident.

They were very generous when distributing porridge and rice, even encouraging the cooks to use as much as they could when the rice and flour bins were almost empty, without any reservations.

The cook knew best how much rice and flour was left, and seeing that it was almost gone, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

“Once this jar is used up, we’ll run out of rice and flour, Lieutenant Zhang.”

"Do not talk nonsense."

Lieutenant Zhang was confident.

The rice and flour here are all gone, but the warehouse in the air-raid shelter still contains countless things that can't be moved!

The refugees calmed down after seeing rice and noodles being cooked and that each person could line up to receive a bowl of porridge and a steamed bun.

They're too busy queuing up to even think about starting a rebellion.

Those who received the food didn't even care that it was hot; they quickly swallowed a steamed bun whole.

The sounds of ecstatic cheers were deafening.

"Thank goodness, my little girl is alive!"

"Woman, eat quickly. I'll give you mine too. You're carrying my Li family's child. I can die, but you must live!"

……

Amidst this uproar, a pair of sinister and cold eyes flashed by.

Where did they get the rice and flour?

“Our men have infiltrated to investigate. They won’t last until today. They won’t be able to hold out any longer. When that happens, hehe, as long as we take Qin Lizhi’s head, we can get a hundred taels of gold from the Japanese commander!”

"With money and the Japanese commander's favor, we should be able to survive in this chaotic world."

"Big brother is right, Qin Lizhi. Don't blame us for being ruthless towards you. Who told you to offend the Grand Marshal? Now the Grand Marshal has put a bounty on your head."

"Being greedy for money is only human nature!"

"Let's take action tomorrow!"

"Yes!"

……

night.

The crowd distributing porridge gradually dispersed.

The crisis of the first day was thus resolved.

Inside the air-raid shelter at night.

Lieutenant Zhang generously tossed the cabbage and vermicelli in front of the cook.

"Brothers, you've worked hard. The young marshal said he'd give you all some extra help."

"We'll face new problems tomorrow, so let's all pull ourselves together, brothers!"