The twelve-year-old Siwa, suppressing his grief, sobbed as he wolfed down the millet cake in his hand.
Although Lu Li was deeply saddened, all he could do was try his best to change the situation of this war.
"How about I give you a name?"
Siwa looked at Lu Li with red and swollen eyes.
What's your last name?
Fourth Brother shook his head and said, "I don't know. My father died before I was born."
Lu Li sighed, then said, "My name is Lu Li, so you will take my surname Lu from now on."
"Let's call it Floating Life!"
Lu Fusheng!
In this fleeting and illusory life, forge a path to survival! Life is but a dream; live towards death!
Siwa froze on the spot, muttering, "I have a name now, my name is Lu Fusheng."
Jian Chen quickly selected eleven orphans with decent potential, but due to malnutrition, they were so thin that they were practically skin and bones.
"Sigh, these children barely meet the requirements," Jian Chen sighed.
Lu Li also felt a little sad; these refugees and orphans were simply too pitiful.
In this turbulent era, ordinary people were starving and lacked proper clothing.
This reminded Lu Li of a poem: "When a dynasty prospers, the people suffer. When a dynasty falls, the people suffer."
Later generations all admire the Hundred Schools of Thought that contended during the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, and the emergence of many talented people, but who has ever truly cared about the survival of ordinary people?
Before Lu Li transmigrated, he also had the same idea, but after witnessing the chaos of the Warring States period, he became even more determined in his heart.
"Let's go!" Lu Li sighed and led the group away.
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