Seeing that the porridge was about to be distributed and there was a steady stream of disaster victims, a soldier whispered, "Captain, our food reserves are almost gone."
Fang Zhiyi looked back and said through gritted teeth, "Take out all the food and continue cooking!"
Although the soldiers were puzzled, they did not refute but silently carried out the military order. In their opinion, this captain who could bring them back from death must have a plan.
Only when all the food was consumed did Fang Zhiyi and the others stop.
An old man leaning on a crutch approached and knelt down: "Thank you, General, for saving my life!" Behind him, the victims of the disaster, big and small, also knelt down. They didn't know his military rank, but to them, Fang Zhiyi was the general.
Fang Zhiyi didn't stop them, but just looked at them. After a long while, he sighed, "I'm incompetent and I'm sorry for making you suffer."
The victims stared at Fang Zhiyi in amazement, and finally someone asked, "General, are you sent by the imperial court?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head.
I thought to myself, I’m sorry, senior!
"I just understand what you mean! You are the 33rd generation descendant of the Taiping Dao!"
The people were stunned. They had never heard of the Taiping Dao, but it had been passed down for thirty-three generations. Isn’t that amazing?
The soldiers behind Fang Zhiyi were also stunned. The captain turned out to be a Taoist priest?
Fang Zhiyi bent down and helped the common people up. He said in a calm voice, "I originally followed my master's advice and lived in seclusion in the mountains. However, observing the celestial phenomena at night, I saw that the people of the world were about to suffer a great disaster, so I chose to help the people."
Thousands of disaster victims stretched their necks, and those at the back who couldn't hear asked the people in front.
"The glory of the Great Sheng Dynasty is almost gone. Exorbitant taxes and levies are rampant, and corrupt officials are rampant. That's why we've suffered this natural disaster!" Fang Zhiyi found a glimmer of inspiration. He stood up straight and raised his hands high. "We in the Taiping Dao have always been committed to helping the poor and the needy, and to helping each other equally. We want to ensure that all people in the world have enough to eat!"
Other disaster victims may not understand, but ensuring that everyone has enough to eat is such a huge ambition!
Wang Erxi stared blankly at the godlike figure, and unconsciously muttered, "Taiping Dao."
"Taiping Dao."
The whispering sound infected everyone and eventually merged into a huge sound.
"Taiping Dao! Taiping Dao!"
Even the soldiers behind Fang Zhiyi couldn't help but raise their hands and shout. They were originally from farmers' families and joined the army just to have enough food to eat.
Fang Zhiyi did not interrupt them, but waited until they were quiet again before shouting the slogan.
"The blue sky dies, the yellow sky rises! In the year of Jiazi, the world is blessed with good fortune!"
The emotions of the disaster victims were once again aroused. They shouted this slogan that was not easy to hear, but they vaguely felt that there was a glimmer of hope for their future.
"Su 㹏, are you going to rebel?" Xiao Hei asked.
"Rebellion? Am I not a rebel?"
"They are just a bunch of low-class people in feudal society. Can they listen to what you say?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled and said, "They don't need to understand, but they know who can give them enough food to eat."
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