Chapter 359: Burning Incense on Your Own
The offerings from the people can help her improve her cultivation.
Lin Xinhuan suddenly came up with an idea: would it be effective if she burned incense on herself?
I bought myself some top-quality incense, from the packaging to the ingredients, all of which are top-quality. I filled a whole bag with it, and both of my hands were clenched red from using it. I was planning to make a breakthrough in the period of emptiness.
However, she could not light the incense in front of the statue with a lighter, matches, or a torch, which attracted many looks from the worshippers: "Girl, you must be sincere when you worship the gods, otherwise the gods will not listen to your wishes."
The incense that won't burn makes the people believe in Dr. Lin more. God has been watching over me! Otherwise, how can there be incense that won't burn? I will burn more incense and let God listen to my wishes first!
Doctor Lin had no choice but to put away his lighter and glared at the incense: "You don't want to burn it for me, right? I'll let my believers burn it for me."
When distributing high-quality cigarettes to the common people, he received admiring looks from many people: "The military advisor also believes in Divine Doctor Lin." They immediately became close to him and were pulled into his camp by the common people.
"Master Military Advisor is a righteous man. Divine Doctor Lin will definitely protect you."
"Yeah, I think I will bless mine too."
"ah?"
"No, I was just talking nonsense."
Lin Xinhuan's momentary sentimentality made her discover a shortcut to improve her cultivation. She raised her arms and shouted happily: "Woohoo~ If you can endure hardships, you will have endless hardships. If you can take shortcuts, you will have endless blessings in your life~"
"Ouch, my vegetables fell." Lin Xinhuan's arms were piled with supplies, and her arms were not wrapped around her. The small green vegetables slipped from her arms and rolled under her legs.
It twitched its thumb uneasily and curled up its muddy toes.
"Little brother, can you help me pick up the vegetables?"
Facing Lin Xinhuan's encouraging gaze, he clutched the hem of his clothes with both hands, looking serious, as if he was facing a very serious and dangerous situation.
Lin Xinhuan didn't urge him and just looked at him with a smile.
"Here you go."
After Qingcai was held by Lin Xinhuan, she hid behind the adults again. This time, she showed her eyes and looked at Lin Xinhuan curiously, as if she was different from the girl from aristocratic family described by the adults.
After handing over the supplies to his parents, Lin Xinhuan squatted down and said, "Little brother, thank you for your help just now. This candy is a reward for you."
"Your Excellency, you can't do that. You can't do that."
The honest couple refused in fear and did not dare to touch Lin Xinhuan at all, for fear that they would dirty the clean and noble girl with their dirty bodies. They would not even be able to afford to lose their lives if they tried to touch a piece of her clothing.
They still remember that their neighbor accidentally splashed some mud from the vegetables onto the nobleman's shoes and was dragged back, beaten to a pulp.
In the ancient world, the lives of ordinary people were worthless, and national laws and regulations were used to restrict ordinary people, except for the royal families. In their eyes, disposing of a commoner's life was easier than a cook killing a chicken.
Not daring to touch, Lin Xinhuan pulled the child's hand and placed the candy on his palm. It was white and moist, and one could tell at a glance that it was a well-maintained hand, stained with gray-black dirt.
The hearts of the common people are extremely shocked, how could you not abandon us?
"You deserve to be rewarded because you helped me."
Lin Xinhuan's eyes flashed with heartache. The child's hands were thinner than chicken claws. In times of chaos, the lower class people must suffer the most.
The child held the candy tightly, his lips moving as he looked at her, holding the sound in his mouth and not daring to spit it out. Until he was taken away by his parents, he never said what he wanted to say.
Lin Xinhuan's words were like a hammer striking the hearts of the people. "Award" was such a distant word. They believed that the suffering they endured was what they deserved.
Now they tasted a little sweetness, and they slowly savored it on the tip of their tongue, cherishing it very much. A power surged from their hearts. If they had a hoe in their hands, they could turn over a hundred acres of land for Lin Xinhuan!
When the people held the rice, vegetables, meat and water in their hands and could truly feel their presence, they woke up as if from a dream. They pinched the vegetables with their fingernails and the juice spurted out, as if they had just been pulled out of the ground.
In the past, the distance between the door and the kitchen was just that. If you wanted to eat, you would just go to the vegetable garden and pick some. But in the end times, fresh vegetables that are difficult to preserve would rot, turn black, and become pus, turning into a pool of smelly water two or three days after the end times began.
The mouthfeeling makes one salivate, as if the teeth have already enjoyed the crisp taste. Many people do not have time to cook the vegetables, so they eat them raw.
"You can't eat raw meat. Spit it out now."
The hungry people could not tell the difference between raw meat and raw vegetables. They only had one thought in their mind: I am hungry! I want to eat! Eat!
Whatever you grab with your hands, you put into your mouth.
Fortunately, the Vegetable Party and the Water Party, the Meat Party and the Rice Party, could not eat the food in their mouths, nor were they willing to spit it out. The people of Zhujiazhuang could not bear to watch it, so they patted them on the back and asked them to spit it out first.
"They won't run away. As long as they are willing to work in Zhujiazhuang, they won't be hungry."
"We'll be able to light a fire and cook after we divide the rooms."
The people who came from Bishui County started crying loudly: "Wuwuwu~" They were saved.
Although the Bishui County Magistrate was decisive and locked the zombies behind the city gates, allowing more people in Bishui County to survive than in Qinghe County, no matter how much food reserves there were, they could not support the daily needs of all the people.
At the beginning, the county magistrate sent yamen runners to plunder everyone's food and managed it in a unified way. Naturally, the ones who took the lion's share were the "superior people" like him and the Fu family. What did he have to do with the fact that the people starved to death?
They live a life that is no different from that before the apocalypse, except that the sounds of stringed instruments are replaced by the roars of zombies. Most people cannot get food, and they can feel their vitality draining away from their bodies bit by bit. The process of waiting for death is particularly torturous.
Until food appears in their mouths, no matter what it tastes like, they have a real sense of survival.
They thought that today's experience had reached its peak, but the next trip to the supermarket opened their eyes. The wealthy businessmen who claimed to have seen the world and came from the prosperous capital could no longer utter any boastful words.
What is the capital city?!
Is there milk in a box? It comes with a white bamboo tube, and I heard that you can drink it directly by inserting the bamboo tube.
It's soft and bounces back when you press it. Isn't it a steamed bread? I heard it tastes sweeter than steamed bread.
The whole chicken placed in the transparent lid is shiny and exudes an enchanting aroma, making you want to put your nose into the box.
......
When his forehead touched the cold shelf, he opened his eyes with a start and saw the price on the shelf: 1,000 Contribution Points.
20 contribution points for one egg, how many eggs do I need to exchange for contribution points?
The people of Bishui County kept swallowing their saliva, trying not to glance at the roasted chicken, and counting on their fingers: "One 20, two 20, three 20, 60? 40?"
"It's 50 20s."
"50? Oh, yes." After being reminded, I thought about it and realized that 50 was indeed correct.
"50, how can you count so fast? I haven't figured it out yet."
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