Seeing that Lü Tu didn't seem to intend to kill him, the man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said repeatedly, "My name is Dong Yi. My family has fallen on hard times and I have also suffered a natural disaster. I really can't go on living."
Lu Tu nodded: "After you count the number of refugees here, register them and give them to me."
"Huh?" Dong Yi was a little stunned. So, not only would the other party not kill them, but they would also manage them?
Lu Tu pressed his wound as he approached the crowd, his cold gaze sweeping over their faces one by one: "If you want to beg for food, that won't work here. Only those who participate in labor are entitled to eat, understand?"
The crowd was overjoyed. Upon hearing that they would not only survive but also have food, many burst into tears: "Sir, is this really true?"
Lu Tu said loudly, "Once you've come to my territory, you must abide by my rules. From now on, you will work every day and I will feed you. If you dare to slack off or betray me, then you can just wait to die!"
There's no need to preach any grand principles to these people; just tell them the methods and have them follow them. After all, there's only one literate person in the nearly 800-person team, and half of them are young women, so their level of education is questionable.
"Thank you, sir!"
Dong Yi raised his hand tremblingly and said, "My lord, may I ask your surname? I would like to write a poem for you as a blessing."
Lu Tu waved his hand dismissively, saying, "My name is Lu Tu. You don't need to write poetry. Just do what I've asked you to do, or I'll break your legs!"
A smile immediately spread across the faces of Dong Yi and the others—a genuine, fawning smile. The women in the crowd of refugees gazed at Lü Tu with adoration and affection.
The old saying is indeed true: petty people fear power but not virtue.
Lu Tu felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze, and waved his hand: "Everyone who can still breathe, go back immediately to chop wood and build a wooden shed. Each person will receive two ounces of millet per day!"
Upon hearing this, the eyes of all the refugees present gleamed with envy, and they kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "Thank you so much for saving our lives, sir!"
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