Everyone still looked bewildered; they were all from the north and really didn't know anything about rice cultivation.

“We saw rice growers on the road, but they’re different from yours!” Some bold and meticulous people weren’t afraid to offend the old man in front of them.

Speaking of this, Old Lin proudly straightened his slightly hunched back.

“We use a new method of planting. You’ve never seen anything like it. The rice grown using this method is so heavy that the stalks are bent over.”

The people around still didn't believe it. "You're just bragging. We secretly walked by, and half of the rice stalks that had grown were empty."

Old Lin smiled and shook his head, not bothering to argue with them, and picked up his bamboo pole to continue chasing away the flowers.

Seeing that he stopped talking, everyone continued to watch him work.

Suddenly, someone shouted.

"The porridge distribution has started at the city gate. Everyone hurry up and get your bowls and line up! The porridge is so thick that you can't pour it out if you drop your bowl on the ground."

Upon hearing this, everyone rushed towards the city gate like madmen, and chaos erupted at the city gate.

Some children were pushed down and cried loudly, some women were crying and calling for their children, and some elderly people were shouting and cursing...

Yun Yi stood on the city wall with a gloomy face, gathered his strength, and shouted loudly, "Line up properly, no cutting in line, everyone can get a shot. If anyone pushes or cuts in line, don't blame my arrows for being unforgiving."

After saying that, he released the bowstring and shot an arrow at the hand of the man who was shoving several people.

"Ah!" The man's scream completely silenced the surging crowd.

Yun Yi repeated what he had just said, and everyone looked up to see that the guards on the city wall had all drawn their bows and arrows, aiming them at them.

The refugees retreated in fear, no longer pushing forward or shoving each other.