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Chapter 361: Lectures during the day, distribution of talisman water at night (Part 361)

Did Mo Hao gather a group of people as an unstable factor, or did people find Mo Hao spontaneously? This is a question that must be answered.

Both Mo Hao and Zhang Jiao knew the answer to the question.

After all, one is a famous rebel leader in history, and the other is a guy who is planning to rebel and his methods are even more violent.

Throughout the dynasties, people like Mo Hao were the ones who were guarded against in the first place, and if necessary, they would kill the wrong terrorists without letting them go.

"You plan to gather fame, spread your reputation, and then make friends with officials and nobles?"

Zhang Jue already had a complete plan for this kind of thing. After all, at that time, everyone from the senior eunuchs around Emperor Ling of Han to the ordinary people on the street had fans of the Taiping Sect.

He is the top among the top in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and his reputation is absolutely well-deserved.

"That's what Mo Hao needs to do."

The sun gradually set, and Mo Hao walked into an alley. After turning several corners, he got rid of the people who were following him.

I didn't sense any malicious intent. It could be that they were fans of his speech in the beer hall, or they could be people sent by someone else to investigate him.

No matter which one it is, Mo Hao has no intention of playing with them for the time being.

"Next, it's time for the Great Sage to distribute the talisman water."

The unemployed workers in the beer hall need to be fought for, but at this moment there is another group whose situation is more urgent and no one can lend a helping hand except him.

Those refugees who lost their sons, husbands, and fathers because of the defeat in the war, and whose land they had lived on for decades was ceded away, were left without a place to live and any source of income, let alone food and warm clothes, and could die in the cold at any time.

As the yellow turban was put on his head, the person who appeared in front of him was no longer Mo Hao, but the great and virtuous teacher Zhang Jue.

As the sky grew darker, there were fewer lights on the streets. With the currency depreciating every day, people had begun to cut back on all unnecessary extra spending.

Within a two hundred meter radius of the slum area, there are basically no lights, whether they are lights from houses or street lights. Only deep darkness completely shrouds the place.

With the cover of darkness, Mo Hao entered the slums without any hindrance. Soon he saw a few small figures peeking around.

"Mavis, Huck, Ed, stop hiding. I see you."

Hearing Mo Hao's voice, several little kids who were only a few years old came out from their hiding place, holding a lit candle in their hands. This was the only light in the slum.

Seeing a few little brats, Mo Hao quickly counted the number of people. After finding that there were no people missing, he didn't say any more and walked directly to an open space.

There, there was already a group of people waiting in line.

Mo Hao had no intention of speaking. He knew that speaking to hungry people would only wear out their patience. He was not the kind of person who would say "Let me say a few words" and then talk for half an hour without stopping.

He immediately took out the cooked rice porridge from the Heavenly Book World and began to distribute it to other people.

After several experiences, the adults have learned to queue up obediently.

After the first few adults finished drinking their porridge, they spontaneously came to Mo Hao to help him distribute the porridge and maintain order.

These people had experienced hunger and knew that food was not easy to come by. They also knew that if they angered Mo Hao, the thick porridge they had every night might disappear.

So no one cut in line or quarreled at this time, because they knew that if they were really the ones who caused the loss of porridge every night, then they would really be eaten.

By that time, no one would have sympathy for them, because hunger would cover up all morality and kindness. Mo Hao on the side was also not idle, and began to treat people.

Although he said he was treating patients, Mo Hao did not have any medical license, and he did not even know much about medical skills.

But Zhang Jiao knows medicine, and Mo Hao also has medicine.

His treatment is simple. He uses antibiotics first. If that doesn't work, he will do the minimum [blood and gas diversion].

After using these two techniques, the condition will basically be 80% better.

As for the remaining 20%, some of them had complicated diseases that even Zhang Jiao could not understand, some were physically weak and had to be nursed, and some were simply hungry.

Among the many symptoms, hunger is the most common.

After seeing the last patient and giving medical advice, Mark, who was leading the porridge distribution, came over.

Mark was one of the few strong adults in the slum. He had never robbed others of their property or food. He even drove away some people who tried to sneak into the area to do bad things.

To some extent, Mark is the policeman and protector of this slum.

"Sir." Mark whispered a situation, "Recently, people from other places have been asking us about you."

Mo Hao paused for a moment, then asked, "What did they say?"

"They didn't point to you specifically, but they were asking questions like if they had seen anyone carrying large amounts of food recently, or where there was a lot of food."

"I told them I had never seen them. As for the others, I told them not to talk about them. They know the seriousness of the matter."

Ask the people who are carrying a large amount of food. It seems that the evil god statue that was killed before has its followers coming to the door.

I just don't know if they came to this slum with a specific location, or if they found this place by accident?

If it's the latter, that's fine, because it means they have no clues.

But if it's the former, they can locate something, then subsequent problems will be difficult to deal with.

Those who believe in the man-eating evil god are most likely not normal people. Under the instructions of the evil god they believe in, they may carry out a massacre in the slums.

In the current environment, I'm afraid the [Leinigman Empire] won't even bother to take care of it.

If the people in the slums were still alive, we would not only have to ask them for death compensation, but also ask them about their resettlement after the cession of territory.

But if a cultist killed everyone in the slums, the best officials could do was express their condolences in public and then celebrate with champagne in the evening, saving a lot of money on pensions.

If it weren't for the defeat of the [Leinigeman Empire], the lords of Congress and the nobles would still need the army for protection.

He had no doubt that tanks would be sent in to suppress soldiers who had lost their jobs and were demanding their wages.

After all, old soldiers never die, they just have some sticky tracks.

"Mark, you don't have to call me Sir. I'm just a liar who pretends to be a god." Mo Hao didn't feel much about the title of "Sir". He rubbed his temple and then said, "I will investigate this matter. You just need to keep your mouth shut and don't say anything."

If possible, it would be best to kill the one-eyed believer and cut off all its tentacles in this world.

(End of this chapter)