Under One Person: The Millennium Plan Exposed by Feng Baobao.

Chapter 235 New Notes: Meeting Ruan Feng, the price of fighting against destiny.

Everyone was shocked to hear that cracks had appeared on the horned dragon.

The body of this horned dragon was condensed from the dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty, and it was incredible that cracks appeared on it.

Zhang Chulan spoke at this time.

"This horned dragon brought countless rains to the Three Qins before, so why is it no longer effective in the Central Plains?"

After hearing Zhang Chulan say this, everyone started to think about it.

indeed.

It works in other areas, why not here?

Is it because someone has to die?

Zhuge Qing said at this time:
"I think these things can be understood as fate that can be changed and fate that cannot be changed."

"In other words, the Three Qins can use this artificial rainfall, which means that no matter whether it rains or not, the people in that area will not die."

"At most, the quality of life will be worse."

"But things are different in the Central Plains. The people there were destined to die of drought, but he brought rain, giving them a chance to survive. Wouldn't the artifact that brings rain be counter-acted?"

Zhang Chulan felt a little unhappy when he heard Zhuge Qing say this.

"Why!"

“Don’t the people living there have the right to make their own choices?”

Zhuge Qing nodded after hearing this.

"Of course. Don't forget what happened in 1942. Many people left their hometowns."

After hearing this, everyone recalled the historical knowledge they had learned.

It was a famine of extreme severity.

Signs of this had already appeared as early as 1937, but people's predictions about the future are always lagging.

The disaster was the result of several years of accumulated poor harvests.

Zhang Chulan shook his head.

"Is it fate that so many people will starve to death?"

Su Zai Qiao, who was standing by, reminded him at this time.

"Chu Lan, this is fate. Before everyone has complete control over their own destiny, many things are beyond their control."

Zhang Chulan nodded after hearing this.

Now he only hopes that the owner of the notebook can finally defeat fate so that everyone can control their own destiny.

at this time.

Feng Baobao has continued reading from her notes.

The cracks in the Hanging Horn Dragon made me realize that I was now fighting against fate. This was a major trend that could not be changed. From this point on, I no longer actively fought against this major trend, but could only start with the smaller trends.

So I asked my wives to give me three million dollars and bought food before the famine hit.

[And according to various nutritional combinations, I hired someone to make all the food I bought into famine relief pills.]

These pills are made from dandelion, purslane, soybeans, sorghum, brown rice, sweet potatoes, bran, a small amount of dried meat, and a generous amount of salt. After being dried, they are shaped into hard balls about the size of an adult's fist. These balls can be stored for at least two years and should not be eaten directly. Instead, they need to be cooked in a pot to create a delicious, nutritious soup.

[One pill can be boiled into a pot of soup, which is enough for at least one meal for a family of three, and can even last a day during difficult times.]

[According to this method, all my money has turned into 600 million famine relief pills. Although it may seem a drop in the bucket for future disaster victims, at least eating my famine relief pills won't cause them to starve to death.]

After hearing that the owner of the notebook had made so many famine-relief pills, everyone present felt that he had done his best.

This kind of famine relief pill is almost equivalent to today's canned food, but it is preserved with salt as a preservative.

These 600 million famine-relief pills are equivalent to 600 million meals. I wonder how many lives they will save.

……

[Afterwards, I found people from the Three Demon Sects and asked them to guard the warehouse. If they encountered disaster victims, they could give each of them 30 Famine Relief Pills.]

Upon learning of this, Taoist Zhiqing came over specifically to guard the place for me. He was deeply concerned that my famine relief pills would be snatched away by warlords caught in the middle of a chaotic battle, as he was guilty of possessing a treasure even if he was innocent.

In times of war and especially famine, the preciousness and importance of food are self-evident.

Time quickly turned to the second year, and a great famine soon arrived. During this time, I produced another 500 million famine relief pills and placed them in a warehouse in another city, which I personally guarded.

The number of victims far exceeded my imagination. Wave after wave, seemingly endless.

[To help me share the burden of delivery, I selected thirty upright and strong young men from the disaster victims to help me deliver the Jiuhuang Pills.]

[Among them, there was a young man named Ruan Feng who was quite good, and also had a very high talent for cultivation. So I taught him some basic Qi training methods and some minor spells, and also let him use them to intimidate those who wanted to cause trouble among the disaster victims.]

Nguyen Phong?

Everyone felt very familiar with this name.

Zhang Chulan suddenly shouted.

"It's Grandpa Ruan Feng!"

"He was one of the thirty-six sworn brothers with my grandfather!"

Hearing Zhang Chulan say this, everyone looked a little surprised.

This world seems a bit small. To run into each other like this is just too much of a coincidence!

Within the board of directors.

Bi Youlong, who knew the specific information, spoke at this time.

"I got intelligence earlier that there are many disciples from various major sects among the Thirty-Six Righteous Men, but there are also independent disciples. This Ruan Feng is an independent disciple from no sect. I never thought he would be a disciple of the owner of this notebook."

"Ruan Feng's whereabouts are currently unknown. It is suspected that he was hunted down by a coalition of various sects."

"If the owner of this notebook is still alive 44 years from now, doesn't that mean there's a high chance that his apprentice, Ruan Feng, will show up when he's being hunted?"

Hearing Bi Youlong say this, Huang Boren on the side spoke up.

"Bi Youlong, are you saying that the owner of this notebook is very likely to protect Ruan Feng when he is being hunted?"

Bi Youlong nodded.

"Yes, that's what I mean."

"And it's not very likely. I personally feel that the possibility is at least 99%. In other words, Ruan Feng is not dead."

"It's even possible that we could help some of the Thirty-Six Thieves survive."

After hearing Bi Youlong say this, Zhang Chulan in the warehouse was shocked.

"If that's the case, then wouldn't a large portion of my grandfather's sworn brothers and sisters have survived?"

Zhang Chulan’s words immediately made Ding Shimaan’s eyes light up.

"If that's the case, then it couldn't be better. The sects in the past lost a lot of their inheritance. If they haven't died, then it means that the inheritance of these sects has not been cut off."

“If I could find one of them, I would really hope to learn from him.”

Hearing Ding Shimaan's thoughts, Zhang Chulan couldn't help but speak.

"Brother Ding, haven't you already mastered the third level of Reverse Life?"

"You only need to improve the third level of Reverse Life to the extreme to avoid most dangers, but you seem to be very interested in the skills of other sects."

Ding Shimaan smiled after hearing Zhang Chulan's words.

"Zhang Chulan, you don't understand how important this matter is to me."

"Because some dangers cannot be overcome by relying solely on strength."

After hearing Ding Shiman say this, Zhang Chulan said nothing more.

Zhuge Qing laughed and said to Ding Shiman:

"Brother Ding, you don't need to learn anything else. Just focus on learning the magic."

"What we sorcerers value is seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster, and obtaining the greatest benefit at the lowest cost."

"With your talent, your cultivation level is definitely much higher than mine."

Ding Shimaan shook his head after hearing this.

"No, although the technique is very good, it is far more dangerous than other techniques."

"If I were to encounter danger, a danger destined for life, I would pay a huge price to seek help and avoid danger."

"Although my personal life and death have little impact on the world, life is actually what I value most. This price cannot be paid by spitting blood."

"Practicing other techniques is different. When you encounter any danger, although you can't avoid it, you can rely on your own strength to overcome it."

"The stronger my life cultivation is, the greater my influence on this world will be. Others won't be able to spy on me through their inner vision, unless they really want to die!"

After hearing Ding Shimaan's explanation, Zhuge Qing nodded.

"Brother Ding is right."

"I had no choice. I was forced to learn those techniques since I was a child."

"If possible, I would rather become a warrior."

"Even if it's just practicing Tongbi Jin Gang, this kind of hard-hitting martial arts is also fine."

Zhang Chulan was also stunned when he heard Zhuge Qing say this. He didn't expect that Zhuge Qing actually had such a wish.

at this time.

Feng Baobao has also continued reading from the notes in her hand.

We've been distributing the famine relief pills for over a month, and I don't know how many we've distributed to the victims. In my opinion, this is a month's worth of food per person, which is enough time for them to find a way out.

The gap between the rich and the poor in this era was enormous. Coachmen in Peking could enjoy a meal of braised pork and steamed buns every few days, along with a variety of snacks. However, landlords in the Central Plains could only eat meat once a month. As long as they fled to the big cities, they could find a way to survive.

Many took advantage of the situation and tried to get a second share, but after a lecture, they realized their mistake. These disaster victims were a mixed bunch, including several soldiers.

[One of them, Liang Sanjin, had bullet wounds all over his body. His companions said he was attacked by the Japanese. I used the Green Dragon Bone Regenerating Technique to restore Liang Sanjin to his original state. He is even more lively than before his injuries.]

And just then.

Zhao Fangxu's eyes were excited.

"Liang Sanjin is my grandfather!"

"But later on, his surname was changed to Zhao."

"It turns out that my grandfather was rescued by the owner of the notebook at this time!"

(End of this chapter)