Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 392, Rule 1

This is different from distributing porridge at the foot of the mountain.

Two pots, one for cooking thick porridge, the other for stewing meat broth, and a roasting lamb on a stand, sprinkled with intoxicating spices.

Let alone Qinzhou today, even twenty years ago, ordinary people couldn't afford such good food.

The starving people at the bottom of society had never seen anything like this before. They just watched helplessly, not daring to move.

Pei Xia wasn't in a hurry. She called Jiang Shu and Feng Yao over and said, "Take them to take a bath first, and then change their clothes."

There's no way to take a bath in Wangjiang Tower. The original pool was soaked with blood long ago, and due to a lack of manpower, it hasn't been able to be cleaned.

However, there was a stream nearby, so they separated by gender, with Jiang Shu leading one team and Feng Yao leading another, and each went to wash first.

As for clothes, quite a few were found in the ruins of Jiangcheng Mountain. They were all disciples' robes from the original sect, and some were even made of silk.

The only drawback was that most of the cultivators on Jiangcheng Mountain were head-refining cultivators who didn't pay much attention to keeping warm, and their clothes were relatively thin.

But no matter what, it's still better than the rags they're wearing.

Pei Xia brushed oil onto the roasted lamb, then leaned against the fire, carrying his wine gourd.

After only a few sips, Jiang Shu and Feng Yao returned one after the other with their men.

After being cleaned, the thirty large pieces of coal finally looked like human figures.

There were more men than women, and they all looked emaciated with sallow complexions, their eyes habitually lowered.

After they showered and changed into new clothes, they still moved as if crawling, huddled together like a flock of sheep being herded, seemingly seeking some kind of reassurance.

Pei Xia glanced around, her gaze lingering on a little girl for a moment.

It was only a very short moment, but the child's father noticed it.

He was a young father, only about twenty years old. He hugged his child tightly in his arms, and the father and daughter buried their heads in each other's eyes, not daring to look at Pei Xia.

Pei Xia smiled helplessly: "Don't worry, I don't eat people."

The land of Qinzhou was already a place where the strong preyed on the weak, and these cultivation sects were notorious for helping warlords exploit the people.

Even though there had been several previous porridge distributions and promises of dinner, this pessimism and fear were still ingrained in their bones.

Pei Xia was too lazy to explain anymore, so she gestured with her lip towards the pile of bowls and chopsticks by the fire and said, "Let's eat."

They glanced at each other, but neither of them moved.

Pei Xia had no choice but to repeat herself: "I said, it's time to eat. You can eat as much as you want of the porridge, meat, and roast lamb, but don't stuff yourselves, understand?"

Still no one moved.

Pei Xia sighed, flipped her wrist, and the Patrol Sword fell into her palm, its blade gleaming fiercely in the firelight.

He adjusted his tone and said fiercely, "Eat it all! Whoever doesn't eat it dies!"

Oh, right, that's the tone!
These refugees seemed to have returned to their comfort zone. They knelt down in unison, kowtowed in response, and then carefully began to collect their bowls.

Although it's said that everything is edible, most people still only dare to get a bowl of rice porridge.

That's great, you're already very happy!

This is proper food, and it's not rice water, but a very thick porridge. After eating a bowl, you feel like you won't be hungry for a long time.

The young father held his daughter in his arms, blew on the rice porridge to cool it down a little, and then fed it to her.

He took one bite after another, watching his daughter's small lips move up and down, her eyes and teeth revealing a sense of unfamiliarity, and he suddenly started to cry.

Crying is contagious. More and more people are starting to cry while they eat.

Afraid of disturbing Pei Xia, they could only try their best to restrain themselves, and sobs rose and fell.

No one dared to touch the roasted lamb except Jiang Shu, who took a short knife, cut open the golden skin, and scooped out the sweet, oily filling into a bowl, first serving it to his master.

Pei Xia didn't move. She waved her hand, still holding the wine gourd and leaning against the side. She cleared her throat and said, "You've taken a bath, changed your clothes, and eaten. Now I'm going to get down to business."

Meeting the gazes of those thirty pairs of eyes, he slowly said, "You should have heard about the fighting at the foot of the mountain a while ago. To put it bluntly, this territory has changed hands. Now I am the master of Jiangcheng Mountain."

Upon hearing this, many people trembled.

Local sects are already frightening enough.

Jiangcheng Mountain is even more remarkable.

The masters of Jiangcheng Mountain must be extremely important figures, people they would never normally have the opportunity to meet.

Pei Xia patted his hand: "You should have seen it on the way here. There was a tough battle on the mountain. Most of the people who deserved to die are dead, and most of the houses are destroyed. Although I have just taken on the title of mountain lord, the sect is now just an empty shell."

At this point, a few people's eyes finally lit up.

They vaguely understood what Pei Xia meant.

Pei Xia smiled: "That's right, you are very lucky. From now on, you are disciples of the new sect on Jiangcheng Mountain. From now on, you will have enough to eat every day, the clothes you wear will always be yours, you will have houses to live in, beds to sleep in, blankets to cover yourselves, and even..."

This was originally a rapid-fire monologue, simply an overview of basic human needs from the perspective of a time traveler.

But then Pei Xia paused, thinking of Pei Xiu: "They can even study."

People don't react much to reading; it's a word that's long been out of touch with reality.

But having food to eat, a place to live, and clothes to wear is enough to make people excited.

Pei Xia pointed to the meat soup and roast lamb: "So, these are really prepared for you. Don't be too reserved. From now on, we're all family."

"Of course, because of the previous battle, the situation on the mountain is not good now. You will have to work hard to find accommodation."

The disciples' rooms at Jiangcheng Mountain were originally mostly single rooms, which were considered quite luxurious. They were mostly made of wood and lacked professional craftsmen, making restoration quite difficult.

However, the servants' quarters were much simpler.

Pei Xia had inspected it before; it was a row of five low brick and stone houses. The rooms were quite compact, and even the kang (heated brick bed) and hearth were relatively intact, but many of the walls and roofs had collapsed.

Pei Xia pointed to Jiang Shu: "This is Jiang Shu, my apprentice. He will take you to work tomorrow."

Jiang Shu stood up and gestured after eating half of the roasted lamb.

"After we settle into our lodgings, there are still fields on the mountain that need to be tended to," Pei Xia said, looking at the Wangjiang Tower standing a little further away. "The tower also needs cleaning, tidying, and repairs. Once all that's done, I'll start teaching you cultivation and martial arts."

Feng Yao, who had been standing beside Pei Xia, reached out and snapped a section of the railing, demonstrating his superior Iron Bone cultivation at the opportune moment.

"However, there is something I need to make clear to you first."

Pei Xia let out a breath: "I'm not from Qinzhou, I'm from another state. I don't know much about the customs and traditions of this land, nor do I know much about you..."

This was not a humble self-introduction, because Pei Xia immediately followed up with, "I have no intention of learning about the habits of wild beasts and livestock. On the mountain, you must put away that dog-eat-dog mentality. There will be no fighting without cause here, no cannibalism. Ethics, morality, dignity—I want you to have none of them."

"Who can't do it..."

This was Pei Xia's first rule, concise and powerful: "Whoever does it will die."

(End of this chapter)