This is how immortals are cultivated

This good mood naturally came from the refugees who fled from Binzhou outside the fort.

This famine may be a disaster for the refugees, but for wealthy families like the Luo family who own thousands of acres of land, it is a feast for them to eat meat until their mouths are full of oil.

Just a bowl of corn rice can be exchanged for a slave. There is no such good thing in the world.

Slaves are different from tenants. Although tenants cultivate the land of their master, they can still get a little harvest, while all the output of slaves belongs to the master.

This is also the reason why many ordinary people who lost their land would rather become refugees than sell themselves as slaves.

However, in this famine, refugees had no right to choose if they did not want to die.

Luo Ping picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his mouth. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief to remove the oil stains from the corners of his mouth.

"How many slaves did you buy today?"

Born into a wealthy family, the Luo family's housekeeper, who was standing beside him, immediately bowed and said a number.

This made Luo Ping frown.

"Why so few?"

Two thousand refugees may seem like a lot, but to the powerful who see them as a resource, they are not many.

Yes, the powerful never make a loss in business. If they are willing to buy a refugee with a meal, they will only choose the young and strong ones without any illness. The vast majority of the elderly, weak, sick and disabled in the refugee group will be eliminated.

The butler immediately explained the reason.

Shang Yidao had been organizing refugees to beg for food in the wilderness, and another of his disciples, Zhang Jue, had set out to the nearby county town to beg for food. Therefore, most refugees were willing to wait a little longer, and only a very few who were extremely hungry, or those who needed to beg for food for their wives and children, chose to sell themselves.

"Oh, Shang Yidao..."

Listening to the butler's explanation, Luo Ping sneered.

When the refugees came here, Zhang Jue naturally came to borrow food, but was rejected by Luo Ping.

You must be kidding. Not to mention that the food you borrowed could never be returned, if you really borrowed food, how could you take in slaves so conveniently?

"Don't worry about them. I don't think Taoist Zhang Jue has any ability to call the wind and rain, otherwise why would he leave the capital."

"Shang Yidao is unable to conjure up food. Even if we go to borrow food, our noble families all understand that this is an opportunity. At most, we can only give a little food as a token of appreciation."

The only way Zhang Jue could borrow grain was to go to a nearby county. If it was too far away, even if Zhang Jue could borrow it, it would be too late to come back.

"Have you been to Huiquan County?" Luo Ping thought to himself.

"But I heard things are not peaceful there lately. I heard a demon has appeared there?"

'Don't die over there...'

Luo Ping sneered in his heart, but his expression remained normal, even full of confidence:

"In short, even if they can solve one meal, there is always a second one. Life is cheap when away from home. These refugees will have to sell themselves sooner or later."

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant knelt outside the hall.

Seeing this, the housekeeper immediately walked towards the servant, and returned to Luo Ping after a moment.

"Master, the servant who was collecting the slaves came back with the news that Zhang Jue has returned."

"And brought food."

"Oh? You actually brought back food." Luo Ping raised his eyebrows, looking a little displeased.

No matter which powerful family borrows the grain, we are all powerful families. Why are we so ignorant and lack the tacit understanding of powerful families?

"How much did you borrow?"

Hearing his master's question, the butler smiled and said, "According to the people below, there are only two carriages."

"That's about a hundred dan of grain."

Luo Ping calculated in his mind and also laughed:

“Sometimes, the most despairing thing is seeing hope first, and then the hope disappears in a flash.”

"One hundred dan of grain is only enough to sustain the refugees for two or three days at most. After two or three days, I'll see what they'll do."

Having said that, Luo Ping thought of something and smiled even brighter.

"By the way, I'm taking my dog ​​out for a walk these two days."

"Feed my dog ​​right in front of those refugees."

Luo Ping has a pet dog, which eats several kilograms of fresh meat and eggs for every meal.

One can imagine the humiliation of feeding a dog with fresh meat in front of refugees who can only drink porridge.

Hearing Luo Ping say this, the housekeeper immediately flattered him:

"The master of the family is wise."

He understood that his master was unhappy with Zhang Jue from Shangyidao and wanted to disgust him deliberately.

"Speaking of which, the people from Shangyidao are already setting up the stove. I'll send someone there right away."

Half an hour later, Luo Ping had finished his meal and was ready to take a nap, served by a group of maids.

But at this moment, the housekeeper rushed in hurriedly.

He had already lain down, but was called up again, which made Luo Ping's dissatisfaction written all over his face.

If there is no important matter and someone dares to disturb him like this, even if it is an old servant who has followed him for a long time, he will definitely punish him according to the family rules.

However, the old servant's next words made Luo Ping sit up immediately, his face full of anger.

"Master, your beloved dog was killed by a Taoist priest outside."

"How dare you kill my dog!"

A roar echoed through the room.

Chapter 175: Just Do It

"How dare you kill Mr. Luo's dog..."

The Luo family servant who was tied up with ropes and thrown to the ground kept muttering, his face full of fear and disbelief.

Unlike other wealthy families in the city, the Luo family, who owns the fortress, actually has an excellent armed force in the fortress.

Nowadays, there are more and more mountain bandits and thieves, but these bandits only dare to target the farms of small gentry, and they dare not even touch the things of the Luo family.

Opposite the Luo family servants was a simple bonfire stand made of branches.

Beside the bonfire were stripped dog skins and eviscerated organs. Zhang Li, holding a sharpened wooden stick with the dog's body skewered on it, was slowly turning it over the fire.

"Not bad, not bad, this dog is quite fat."

Looking at the dog meat dripping with grease, Fang Suichu nodded with satisfaction.

"It's natural. Rich people's dogs and horses dislike rice and meat, but poor people don't dislike chaff. Dogs eat better than humans, so how can they not be fat?"

Zhang Lishi, who was grilling meat, said this in a deep voice, but his face was full of cheerfulness.

To be honest, when the Luo family brought this dog here and even fed it with fresh dog meat in front of the refugees who were so hungry that they had to eat tree bark and grass roots, even someone as honest as him could hardly contain his anger.

However, as the saying goes, when beating a dog, you must look at its owner.

Under normal circumstances, according to his teacher Zhang Jue's teachings to ease conflicts rather than ignite them, he would probably just have to endure it.

However, the Taoist master in his family is different. He will never tolerate such things.

At this time, Zhang Jue also came over.

"Has all the food been distributed?"

"Well, as you said, it's for one meal, and we'll make sure everyone has enough to eat in this meal."

"Bring over some of the talismans you drew earlier. Now make a jar of talisman water and distribute it to everyone later."

Talisman water, this is the starting point of the former Shangyi Dao, now the Taiping Dao.

Zhang Jue used talisman water to help the people, but in fact, everyone in the Taiping Dao knew that this kind of thing had more spiritual comfort effect than practical effect.

Even though there are some herbs in it that can relieve some pain, the source of the common people's pain is not the illness. In fact, if they can eat enough and if they don't have to work so hard all year round, many common people will not have so many illnesses.

Zhang Jue nodded. He was very efficient. Soon, two apprentices came to Fang Suichu carrying a water jar filled with turbid liquid.

Fang Suichu borrowed a dagger from Zhang Lishi and cut his palm with it.

Zhang Lishi and Zhang Jue watched silently until Fang Suichu exerted force and the sharp dagger blade was broken into a gap, and a small bloody scratch finally appeared on Fang Suichu's palm.

Fang Suichu squeezed a few drops of blood from the scratch and dripped them into the jar. It was only a few drops of blood, and if it fell into the clear water, the color would be quickly washed away. But after Fang Suichu's few drops of blood were added, the turbidity of the water was covered with a rich red.

"You guys drink a bowl too." Fang Suichu withdrew his hand and spoke.

Zhang Lishi didn't say anything. He picked up a ceramic bowl beside him and filled it with the Taiping Dao talisman water that had been added.

After drinking the talisman water, Zhang Lishi felt a stream of hot air rising from his lower abdomen, and his whole body was filled with strength and he no longer felt tired.

"Is this the power of the immortal's blood?"

You have to know that this is the effect after being diluted with a large tank of water.

"I don't know what the effect would be if I drank a drop directly."

Fang Suichu seemed to have seen what Zhang Lishi was thinking and laughed at him:

"Don't think too much, just take one drop from me. Your fragile body can't withstand it. Of course, if you die from the reverse flow of qi and blood, I don't mind giving you a try like this."

A fragile little body?

Hearing Fang Suichu's words, Zhang Lishi subconsciously lowered his head to look at his body.

Nearly ten feet tall and with muscular build, anyone who saw him would call him a brave man.

However, compared to this true celestial being, the Taoist master who is not a mortal being, I can only be described as having a small body.

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Inside Luojiabao, the iron and wooden gate inside the city gate was lifted, and a team of about thirty or forty elite knights filed out of the gate.

The leader was a heroic young man with high spirits.

He is the young master of Luojiabao and the eldest son of Luo Ping, the head of the Luo family.

Luo Ping's son is very similar to Luo Ping in many aspects, such as his impatience and violent personality.

Luo Ping's beloved dog died, and there was no need for him to intervene in the matter. It was just right for his son to step in.

Killing a dog is not a big deal, but it is not a small matter either.

From a small perspective, it was nothing more than the death of a pet animal, but from a big perspective, it was a loss of face for the Luo Luo family.

"Even that Taoist Shang Yi must give an explanation this time."

The young master of Luojiabao thought to himself.

However, when he brought his men to the place where the refugees were, he found that thousands of refugees who had wandered here were gathered together in a mighty group and formed a circle.

This group of refugees seemed to be listening to something, but because they were quite far away, they could not hear the words being preached by the person in the center.

However, he saw the faces of the refugees gathered at the outermost edge of the crowd.

That was a face he shouldn't care about and didn't need to care about, a face that was the same everywhere, a face that belonged only to the untouchables.

Although he is only in his thirties, his face is covered with wrinkles and his skin is cracked due to being exposed to the wind and sun all day, making him look as if he is fifty-six years old.

These untouchables not only look similar, but their expressions are also similar. They have a numb expression like a dead tree.

However, at this moment, the young master of the castle discovered that although the wrinkles and cracks on the face of the pariah he saw still existed, the numbness was slowly fading away.

It was as if a fire had melted away these decades, leaving behind no hope or future, a hard numbness forged by the uncertainty of today and tomorrow.

Not only this untouchable, but also the other untouchables around him are like this.

Seeing these untouchables in such a state, and seeing the crowd of these untouchables gradually becoming agitated, the young master of the castle suddenly had an ominous premonition and a fear in his heart, but he did not dare to lead his team to approach the shouting group.

Among the refugees, Fang Suichu stood on a mound of earth.

He held a bowl of talisman water in his hand.

"The meal just now has used up all the food we brought."

"Now there is no food left. There is no next meal."