"Are we going to the government office?" Shen Ling revealed a hint of disgust: "Those officials are rolling in money. They're afraid of being robbed by rioters, so they keep their gates tightly closed every day and send people to guard the entrance. If any people cause trouble, they kill them immediately."
“How could the starving people be a match for those soldiers with knives?”
"The number of people who died at the gates of government offices could be piled up into a mountain."
The wheels rolled forward.
The sounds of four horse-drawn carriages were particularly noisy on the quiet stone road.
Inside the carriage, Gu Mu's emotionless voice rang out: "No, they didn't show up when the disaster broke out, so they're not needed now either."
"Ding-dong"
A notification sounded from the system.
"Please accept the reward for Task Two—hybrid rice."
After the hybrid rice is received, it is automatically stored in the inventory, occupying one slot. In the upper right corner of the slot, there is an infinity symbol, indicating that it is inexhaustible.
It seems that Shen Ci has already reached the frontier.
Gu Mu had calculated it perfectly; as soon as he entered Jiangnan territory, he received the system reward.
He chuckled softly, "Let's go, let's go do disaster relief."
...
Millions of disaster victims awaited death amidst hunger and despair.
"No one can save them...no one..."
A young man, emaciated from hunger, looked in despair at the gnawed bark of a tree, clung to the trunk, and sobbed uncontrollably.
As early as when the famine first broke out, he had pleaded with the government, the court, and the emperor.
They prayed that those in high positions would lend them a hand.
But now... he prays to no one but God.
Except for God,
No one can save them, no one.
No one can save the millions of disaster victims.
No one has that much power.
The thin, bony young man wiped away his tears.
During the famine, he lost his parents, his lover, and his child.
But he still wanted to live.
In the wilderness, nothing grows, and there is nothing edible; it had all been eaten up by equally hungry people many days ago.
There's absolutely nothing left to eat.
"Let's... keep looking... Will God have mercy on all living beings...?"
He hadn't taken two steps before the young man collapsed to the ground.
He could no longer walk.
He looked up at the sky; the sunlight was blinding.
He only felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier... heavier and heavier...
They're all a bit... I can't open them anymore.
...
Does God really exist in this world?
In a daze, the young man felt a drop of water fall on his parched lips.
One drop, just one drop...
It was as if God's final mercy on humanity had pulled him back from the brink of death.
A delicate fragrance of wheat wafted towards the young man's nose.
The young man struggled to open his eyes and saw a bowl of rice.
A bowl of white, perfectly cooked rice.
It's not the kind of porridge you'd normally be reluctant to eat; it's thin porridge with water and corn kernels added.
It's not a steamed bun made from coarse grains.
Instead, they are individual, glossy, and delicate grains of rice.
It was like a gift of life, giving him a chance to be reborn.
The young man practically wolfed down his rice.
Only then did he notice that there was a boy, no more than twenty years old, sitting next to him.
The young man was dressed in a black python robe and had a gloomy expression.
Even though they are very young, they are intimidating.
This is the aura that only those in high positions of power possess.
The young man was hesitant to look the boy directly in the eye, but even from that brief glance, he could see that the boy had an exceptionally handsome appearance.
"Are you full?" Gu Mu was the boy in the eyes of the young people.
After all, she's a major villain in a female-oriented novel, so her appearance is top-notch.
It reached the point where "this person should only exist in this world, how often can one see such a person in the human realm?"
But Gu Mu didn't like his delicate skin; he had gotten quite tanned recently.
The young man nodded excitedly; he had never eaten so well before.
Just now... he thought he was going to die.
"Is this... a god?" the young man muttered to himself, head bowed.
...It must be God, taking pity on all living beings.
"Now that you've eaten, it's time to get up and work." Gu Mu stood up from the ground, patted his bottom, and pointed to two huge lunchboxes next to him, which were filled with freshly steamed rice.
"Go and inform the people that they can collect rice from various post stations in Jiangnan. Ensure a daily supply until the famine is over." Gu Mu looked at the two huge lunch boxes on the ground: "For those who are starving or unable to walk, let the rice in the lunch boxes satisfy their hunger first."
The young man took the lunchbox in disbelief and carefully lifted one corner.
It was actually packed full of rice!
Even without famine, only high-ranking officials and nobles could afford to eat fine millet rice.
Unexpectedly, during a time of famine, this young boy used millet rice to provide disaster relief!
And so many!
The boy just said... that there will be a guaranteed supply every day... does that mean we won't have to go hungry anymore?
The young man was instantly moved to tears, and he kowtowed three times on the ground while holding the lunchbox.
Then, step by step, he walked slowly and unsteadily forward.
He wanted to tell the world that God had come, that God had come to save them!
Like a spark, it was passed on spontaneously by the people. Originally, only Shen Ling and Ma Shishi, along with their respective maids, steamed rice, while Gu Mu and the guards distributed food. Then, people were stationed at each post station, voluntarily steaming rice, and those with extra capacity searched for famine victims.
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