Chu Xiao received 600 million and was thinking about how to spend it when his stomach started growling.
He rubbed his stomach, glanced at the roadside food stalls, hesitated for a moment, and then shook his head.
This month, he went from being a carefree rich kid to delivering food, eating either street food or canteen meals every day.
I've had diarrhea for a whole month.
Now that he's finally become a billionaire again, why be so stingy with his stomach?
Moreover, having experienced such a dramatic rise and fall in his life, he has come to realize the profound truth: what is the point of keeping money?
You never know when an accident might happen, so it's better to spend it now to avoid wasting it.
He returned to his rented apartment with a flourish, intending to change into nicer clothes and go to a good restaurant for dinner.
The rustling sound came from the flowerpot again.
Then a yellowed letter floated out.
The letter contained a bunch of random, incoherent writing.
Chu Xiao couldn't understand it.
The above content can only be displayed by scanning with a mobile phone:
"After thirteen years of great struggle, the princess personally led an expedition and stationed herself in Liangcheng, a border town, for several years. However, she encountered a once-in-a-century drought. The sky was dry and the earth cracked, the grass and trees withered and died, and thousands of people starved to death."
"The Huo family army joined forces with the Liangcheng army to fight against the Northern Barbarians, but unexpectedly, the 100,000-strong army suffered heavy casualties, with blood staining the earth and countless wounded soldiers. They had no food or water and their lives were numbered."
"I pray to the gods to grant us food and water, to save tens of thousands of people and soldiers on the border from fire and water. I am willing to serve the gods with my own body, to build temples and erect sacred pillars, so that all people may worship me!"
Princess Da Gan personally led an expedition, but the land was parched and the people starved to death for miles around.
This is just too tragic!
For the sake of 600 million, he immediately placed the copper basin under the tap and turned on the faucet.
The ancient princess gave him so much money, he absolutely cannot let the God of Wealth die!
Since the border region is short of water, he first sent some water to the other side before going to buy food.
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The border, the general's mansion.
Qin Yue Zhao knelt before the altar, and the faint aroma of porridge gradually filled the air.
About half an incense stick later, a dozen or so lieutenants also finished delivering the food and returned to the general's mansion.
Their eyes were red and swollen. Recalling how their families looked when they saw the grain, they cried and ran all the way, only wiping away their tears when they reached the gate of the general's mansion.
Once they sat down, Butler Chen brought out a wooden bucket filled with freshly cooked rice porridge.
The rice porridge was made with pickled mustard greens and cabbage, cooked to the perfect consistency—neither too thick nor too thin—and had a rich aroma.
For the past few months, Huo Jiajun and the people of Liangcheng have been surviving on tree roots, bark, and clay. This small bowl of rice porridge is enough to sustain a person for several days.
The old steward ladled out thirteen bowls of rice porridge and placed them in front of the lieutenants.
Seeing him standing there swallowing his saliva, Qin Yue Zhao said, "Steward Chen, you should eat with us. You haven't eaten for several days."
A few days ago, Steward Chen ate Guanyin clay, which made his stomach very bloated and left him feeling dazed and confused.
But even while on duty at the princess's residence, he never stole a single bite of porridge.
"Princess, Liangcheng is currently besieged and food is scarce. You and the soldiers should eat more, as we still need you to repel the enemy."
Qin Yuezhao scooped up the last bowl of vegetable porridge and placed it in front of him.
"Repelling the enemy is important, but your life is equally important. Eat."
Butler Chen held the ceramic bowl, tears streaming down his face.
The others also carefully savored the porridge in their bowls.
Although the portion was small, the taste of white rice mixed with vegetables was even more delicious than meat in prosperous times.
After finishing their meal, the group licked the rims of their bowls clean and reluctantly put them down.
The atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
Finally, someone spoke first:
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