After greeting Wan Xin, Tang Huan led Li Daikui and Qin Yu to follow the three of them to find the so-called leader of the Beggars' Sect.

At the same time, Tang Huan also noticed that quite a few people had unknowingly followed him.

"Are all these people from the Beggars' Sect?"

Tang Huan glanced around and saw that there were already more than a dozen people around him.

"Do you know exactly how many beggars and poor people there are in the South District?" Tang Huan asked Xiao Qi.

Xiaoqi definitely knows more about the specific details of this design than he does.

“I don’t really know the exact number. I’ve been hanging around this area for the past few years. Although they are all beggars, they also have their own territories. If I show up in their territory, I will get beaten up.”

Even unintentionally begging in someone else's spot or simply taking a nap can result in being punched and kicked.

Under these circumstances, Xiaoqi can only stay in one place.

This makes it more difficult for him to get food compared to others.

"Although I don't know the exact number, there are definitely more than five hundred beggars in the entire southern district. Several factions each have dozens of people, in addition to a few scattered individuals who act alone."

Tang Huan thought about it and realized that if all the beggars in the southern district were brought together, it would become a fairly large force.

If the poor people here could also be gathered together, then this force would be even greater.

Following the group of people, the three of them eventually rounded an intersection and pushed open a rickety door.

"A mortuary?"

Above the gate, a wooden plaque bore a few indistinct characters, of which Tang Huan could only recognize two.

"It seems that some wealthy people have helped them, setting up a charitable institution in the southern district. It's better than them having to live a life of hardship," Qin Yu said.

Tang Huan disagreed with this, believing that the mortuary in front of him was something else entirely.

The group followed them through the gate.

The yard, overgrown with weeds, was quite large, with weeds as tall as a person everywhere. A few people could be seen huddled in a corner.

Some of the beggars who had followed Tang Huan and the others back received food and immediately went forward to share it with their companions.

Tang Huan didn't pay much attention to these people, but focused her attention on what was in front of her.

The group of people leading the way entered a large lobby, but the dim lighting made it impossible to see what was inside.

Xiaoqi looked around at everything with an envious look in her eyes.

"If only I could rest in a place like this..."

Even though the courtyard wall was dilapidated and the house in front of them was not very sturdy, it could still provide shelter from the wind and rain.

Tang Huan stepped into the hall first, and the first thing he noticed was the several old coffins placed in front of him.

There were also shattered wooden planks nearby, clearly indicating that one of the coffins had been broken apart.

"really."

Qin Yu, who was behind him, also noticed this situation, "It's actually a mortuary like this..."

A place to store coffins and preserve corpses.

The beggars gathered here, using this place to shelter from the wind and rain.

The main hall was not as spacious as the courtyard. Several coffins had already taken up a lot of space, and the remaining area was covered with a large blanket and rags.

This appears to be a place where beggars sleep and rest, a large communal sleeping area.

"Master, this is the Poet Immortal who distributed porridge and grain in the South District today."

The person leading the way walked to a corner and spoke to an old man sitting on the ground.

Tang Huan looked at the old man, whose hair was disheveled and whose face was full of wrinkles, showing signs of old age.

Age cannot be determined.

Because years of homelessness make them look older than normal people, Xiaoqi is a good example.

The old man slowly stood up; his right leg seemed to be weak, and he was leaning on a wooden stick.

"Greetings, Your Excellency, the Poet Immortal."

The old man bowed to Tang Huan and spoke in a trembling voice.

"You're the gang leader they're talking about?"

The old man nodded. "We're just trying to survive by gathering together. People call me 'Old Gang Leader' only out of respect. I can't compare to the Poet Immortal."

Tang Huan gestured for the other person to sit down again, and the old gang leader sat down on the ground with difficulty with the help of others.

"Go and get a cushion for the Poet Immortal."

Immediately, someone ran to the vicinity of the dormitory and returned with a tattered mat in their hand.

After placing the mat on the ground, the person patted it vigorously, and dust immediately rose up.

Qin Yu glanced at him with disdain, then stared wide-eyed as Tang Huan sat down.

She puffed out her cheeks helplessly, knowing she had something to do again.

"Old leader, I didn't see you go when the porridge was being distributed this morning."

"When you get old and your legs aren't good, you don't compete with others anymore. Young people give me some food because they see I'm old. Compared to others in the South District, I'm much better off."

Tang Huan was silent for a moment, then continued to ask, "I noticed that not all members of your Beggars' Sect went to collect food."

Of the dozen or so people who returned with Tang Huan, only about a third received food rations; the rest only ate a bowl of porridge.

"Food is limited. If some people receive it, others will not. We will distribute it to the other part so that everyone will have food."

It seems that doing this was also an order from the old gang leader.

Moreover, Tang Huan believed that the Beggars' Sect had done the same thing when distributing porridge and food in the past.

Instead of using their power to forcibly seize the opportunity to occupy grain, they left the opportunity to others.

"Old leader, if I may be so bold as to ask, how many people does your Beggars' Sect have now?"

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