Chapter 3 Survival But I'm willing to give you a chance to live...

The sun was high in the sky.

The fields, parched by the sun, were devoid of grass, and the mountains, stripped of their trees, were barren.

But some villagers, unwilling to give up, still went up the mountain in search of something to eat.

Zhao Dajiang, holding his young son, stood face to face with a gaunt man who was also holding a young girl.

His trembling arms instinctively tightened around the child.

The man opposite didn't urge them; his numb face was devoid of any emotion.

"Let's switch."

Zhao Dajiang spoke with difficulty.

He handed over his son with trembling hands.

This is his and his wife's first child.

It was filled with his expectations.

But……

He can't support the child; he can't even support himself!

Whose fault is it?

It's all his fault for being incompetent!

It's the fault of this heartless world that doesn't let the poor survive!

Zhao Dajiang gritted his teeth, stretched out his arm, and handed the baby boy to the skinny man.

The gaunt man also handed over the baby girl.

Just as the two were about to exchange children, a man's voice came from not far away, "There are immortals distributing porridge in Yunhe County!"

Accompanied by the sound of wooden sticks striking a broken drum, the hoarse voice of the old village chief of Zhulinwan Village grew closer, "Fellow villagers! Quickly grab your bowls and basins and head to the county government office in Yunhe County next door! There are immortals distributing porridge there!"

Zhao Dajiang and the gaunt man exchanged a glance, both revealing expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

The old village chief gradually approached.

He walked along, beating a drum and shouting.

"The Zhao family lad?"

The old village chief stared blankly at the two men holding children, then realized something and sighed deeply in his heart.

Then, in a joyful tone, he said, "Young man Zhao! Quickly take your father, your wife, and your child to the county government office! There's divine porridge coming your way!"

Zhao Dajiang's mouth dropped open. He couldn't believe his ears and asked hesitantly, "Really...really?"

The gaunt man stared intently at the old village chief, his eyes flickering with a mixture of expectation and suspicion.

The old village chief said, "My daughter came all the way from Yunhe County to tell me that our family has already set off."

His daughter married and moved to Yunhe County sixteen years ago.

"My daughter said that the gods are giving out porridge, and there's no limit to the number of people, so everyone should go!"

Zhao Dajiang suddenly pulled his young son into his arms and started running towards Yunhe County.

Thinking of his wife and elderly father waiting at home, he quickly turned around and ran home.

The gaunt man had already run towards Yunhe County.

Filled with hope.

Similar incidents have occurred in Yunhe County and surrounding villages and towns.

Countless people rushed to the Yunhe County government office upon hearing the news.

They were both eager and worried about being disappointed.

Fortunately, when they arrived outside the county government office, they did see a long line of people distributing porridge! They saw men, women, and children standing on the open ground next to the line, drinking porridge.

The aroma of rice porridge made people's mouths water.

Some people obediently went to queue up.

Some people tried to cut in line, while others tried to steal porridge from others. They were all beaten up by the patrolling young men and dragged to the back of the line.

Standing on the platform serving porridge, He Qinglan didn't care about anything else. She was just a heartless food-serving machine, turning porridge into porridge for everyone who came to her.

One bowl, one bowl; two bowls, two bowls.

Until the sun set and the sky was ablaze with evening glow.

The queue in the open space was still very long.

Hungry people continued to arrive.

The able-bodied young men who were maintaining order gathered together.

"It's getting dark soon, should we continue guarding?"

"We don't have any candles."

"Yes, it's dark and we can't see anything, how can we serve porridge?"

"What if someone takes advantage of the darkness to offend the goddess?"

"Please let the goddess rest first. She's been standing for most of the day."

"But……"

They looked at the people queuing up.

Why would hungry people wait until tomorrow when they can finally have porridge?

Is it too much to make the goddess serve porridge in the dark?

“Go ask the goddess,” a white-bearded old man in his fifties or sixties suddenly said.

He was a scholar who proposed establishing and maintaining order.

"We revere the goddess and should obey her commands in all things, and must not offend her."

The old scholar's voice was strong and resonant.

The young and middle-aged men quieted down.

The middle-aged man who first met He Qinglan during the day, recalling how she crushed the stone into powder with her bare hands, quickly agreed, "You're right, let's go and ask the goddess for her opinion."

The middle-aged man's brothers naturally didn't refute him and chimed in to agree.

So, the group walked up to the platform and came to He Qinglan's side.

The people in line looked at them with curiosity, astonishment, and anger in their eyes.

The old scholar understood.

But he seemed not to notice, and respectfully bowed to He Qinglan before asking her if she needed to rest.

"You've had a long day, and it's getting dark, so it's not convenient to serve you porridge now. Why don't you rest first and we can continue tomorrow morning?"

He Qinglan's gaze fell on the old scholar.

She suddenly realized: Oh, you're the leader.

No wonder I didn't have to lift a finger; it turns out you organized a security team.

Sensing that the goddess was watching him, the old scholar became even more humble.

He heard the goddess say "okay".

The old scholar breathed a sigh of relief. "A room has been arranged for you at the county government office. Please come in."

He Qinglan did not leave.

She calmly asked, "If I leave now, can you handle these people in line?"

The old scholar straightened his back, but his tone remained unchanged as he continued to answer respectfully, "Please rest assured."

Although it is difficult to persuade the people who did not get any porridge, it is only the first day, and pleasing the goddess is more important.

They must not allow the goddess to become dissatisfied with them.

He Qinglan's lips curled into a smile.

She looked at the still-growing queue and suddenly called out, "Everyone..."

The young woman's clear voice echoed throughout the square.

"Today's porridge distribution will end at 7 PM, I need to rest."

"We will continue at Chenshi (7-9 AM) tomorrow."

The people at the back of the line realized that they wouldn't get a turn until the hour of Xu (7-9 PM), and that they and their families wouldn't get any porridge that day, so they became restless.

Someone shouted, "Please, goddess, have mercy and give us some porridge!"

Then others joined in, shouting, "Goddess, please give us some porridge!"

They shouted and refused to queue properly anymore, pushing their way to the front.

Those in front were unwilling to let those behind them pass them, so they surged forward as well.

“Trample.” He Qinglan said, looking at the old scholar.

The old scholar's expression changed.

He Qinglan said, "It's alright. I'm here to be a goddess. I won't let them die here."

It seemed as if a gust of wind carried her voice across the square.

All the previously restless people inexplicably quieted down.

They stopped and looked up at He Qinglan.

He Qinglan raised her hand.

Every empty bowl was filled with white porridge!

Everyone was shocked.

Then he was overjoyed!

They immediately and eagerly began to drink the hot porridge.

The old scholar stared in disbelief at the scene.

He turned to He Qinglan, hesitating, "You..."

He Qinglan said, "I don't owe you anything."

"I will not be controlled by anyone."

"I can leave at any time."

"But I'm willing to give you a chance to live."

The old scholar took a deep breath.

He knelt on the ground, "This junior thanks the goddess!"

The young men behind him also knelt down and shouted, "Thank you, Goddess!"

The people who had already drunk their porridge but hadn't left yet, and those who were still drinking their porridge, saw the group of young and strong men knelt down to thank the goddess.

System: [Uh, you can't leave this world until you become the world's greatest chef.]

He Qinglan: [I know.]

System: [Then you tell me...]

He Qinglan: [I threatened this old man to find me a security guard.]

System: [...Was it the security guards who escorted you out of Yunhe County?]

He Qinglan: [Yes.]

The second quarter of the hour of Xu (7:45 PM).

He Qinglan stood in the newly decorated bedroom.

This room, located in the backyard of the county government office, was the former county magistrate's bedroom.

After it was decided that this would be the goddess's residence, the first group of people who drank the hot porridge immediately cleaned the room again.

The floor, windows, door frames, tables, and beds were all wiped spotless.

They contributed the best and newest comforters and bedding sets they could find, making the bed extremely soft and comfortable.

"Our Yunhe County is too poor, please make do with this."

The women making the beds were extremely embarrassed. "We'll have someone from the next county come over tomorrow, and we'll figure something out together."

He Qinglan didn't mind and told them to go back and rest first.

She pulled up a chair and sat down at the table, the flickering candlelight casting her shadow on the wall.

He Qinglan blocked the cafeteria system in her sea of ​​consciousness.

She spoke expressionlessly: 【555.】

With a "ding," the White Moonlight Survival System 555, in the form of a cat ball, went online.

A familiar electronic voice rang in He Qinglan's mind: "[Sorry, host, the cafeteria system acted too quickly, and I didn't have time to stop it.]" Before it could react, its host was bound to the cafeteria system and sent to another dimension.

He Qinglan scoffed lightly: "So you can't untie it either?"

555: [...]

After all, the cafeteria system is an equal colleague to it, not a superior-subordinate relationship.

555: [I thought the host would enjoy having a vacation mission?]

You promised the local people a chance to live, so it doesn't seem like you're about to untie the canteen system and leave immediately.

He Qinglan: [Hehe.]

He Qinglan: [You think I'm Chu Xi?]

To achieve rebirth, the endless tasks bound to the system were already tiresome. But then Chu Xi, that woman, actually bound herself to a separate cub-raising system, wanting to play a cub-raising game.

While Chu Xi may have that in mind, I, He Qinglan, do not.

Speak of the devil and he appears.

The "Didi Didi" communication group for the "Quick Transmigrator Alliance" is now online.

【I am both an angel and a demon】: @This Lord is the best in the world, I heard you were forcibly bound to a cafeteria system and taken to an ancient world?

【I am both an angel and a devil】: A chef? You? Do you even know the difference between braising and boiling?

【I am both an angel and a demon】: You won't be unable to return to the mission world forever, will you?

He Qinglan looked at the group messages in her mind, and several crosses appeared on her forehead.

【I am the best in the world】: You should worry about yourself first. Everyone knows that your angel race is the worst at raising children.

[I am the best in the world]: Don't turn a gifted child into a useless person.

【I am the best in the world】: Ah, with your racial talent, it would be good if you raised a good-for-nothing. If you raised a great villain and he was eliminated by the Son of Heaven, how ridiculous would that be?

【My Disciple is the Daughter of Heaven】: You two stop arguing and just set a time to fight.

[I'm the Villain]: We can only fight after both of them complete their missions, hahaha!

【The Peerless Beauty and Charming Concubine】: @IamTheVillain, are you implying that they can't complete the mission?

[The Demised King]: I don't think it's impossible for him to complete the mission; it's just a matter of time. lol

A bunch of guys who love to watch the drama unfold.

He Qinglan rolled her eyes.

【Savior Shrine Maiden Sakura】: @I am the best in the world, He Qinglan, are you in an ancient world now?

[Savior Shrine Maiden Sakura]: Do you need me to send you some supplies?

[The Demise of a Kingdom]: As expected of Cen Ying, there is no one more saintly than you in the three thousand minor worlds.

【Savior Shrine Maiden Sakura】: That's why I'm the Heavenly Dao's favorite quick transmigrator, Top 1!

【When the Sea Turns Blue, Whales Appear】: Cen Ying reminded me, @ThisJunIsTheNumberOneInTheWorld, since you're in an ancient world, could you get me some herbs?

【When the Sea Turns Blue, Whales Appear】: Our post-apocalyptic world is far worse than the ancient world.

【I Am Number One in the World】: @SaviorSakura, please send me some seeds. This world is in the midst of war, and there has been a prolonged drought, causing many to starve to death. I want the people to be able to farm, so I need to provide them with seeds.

【I am the best in the world】: @Sea Blue When Whales Appear, in a few days, my magic power will be suppressed by the Heavenly Dao of this world, and I will not be able to leave my body to go to the deep mountains and forests to find herbs for you.

He Qinglan turned off group messages.

He took the box out of the system space of 555 and put on his pajamas.

The able-bodied young men who were guarding the room watched as the candles were blown out.

The goddess has gone to rest.

They were roused to their feet: they would not allow anyone to disturb the goddess's rest!

A note from the author:

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1. Yes, the female lead has an extremely powerful cheat ability.

2. The chat group and its members have very, very, very little screen time.