Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

Looking at Chen Guang puffing out smoke, He Qingmu suddenly felt that he had gained a little more understanding of everything Zhuang Sheng had done.

The shouts came from afar, and the boy, imitating his teacher, gave the head镖师 a gentle smile.

"Chief Escort Chen, let me tell you about the new law on the way. It was proposed by my husband. If it can be implemented, everyone's life will definitely be much better."

"That's great! Master Zhuang is a learned man; what he proposes must be a great thing that benefits us common people!"

As they chatted, He Qingmu's anxiety about traveling alone subsided, and he suddenly began to feel a sense of anticipation.

I look forward to that place that Mr. [referring to the author] described as evolving into a paradise, and I look forward to meeting the president whom Mr. [referring to the author] greatly admires.

If it were there, he would surely gradually understand everything his teacher taught him, and in the future, he would take over his teacher's ideals and pass on the torch.

……

Zhuang Sheng had no idea what was happening in the palace or what He Qingmu was going through.

He was the student he rescued a year ago from a group of robbers.

As for why he took He Qingmu under his wing and carefully taught him, Zhuang Sheng himself was not very clear.

Perhaps it was out of pity, perhaps it was because they felt that He Qingmu's experience was similar to their own, or perhaps it was to ensure that their lifelong learning could be passed on.

Therefore, when He Qingmu stood in front of him and told him that he was very, very scared.

Zhuang Sheng didn't think for long before he abandoned all pretenses and wrote a letter to Mu An in an almost pleading tone.

Zhuang Sheng himself knew best what kind of relationship he had with Mu An.

After the incident at Lin'an Hall, it was destined that Mu An would not treat him well, and the talk of having a powerful backer was utter nonsense.

He only managed to obtain that long letter written by Mu An himself by taking advantage of Mu An's kindness.

Zhuang Sheng knew that this was hardly something a virtuous person should do.

But for the sake of his students, Zhuang Sheng set aside all pride and wrote that letter.

In Zhuang Sheng's view, given Mu An's magnanimity, he would not involve his students in his affairs.

For He Qingmu, Qishan Road was the safest place in the entire Daqi.

Zhuang Sheng thought about it a lot, so he spent a lot of money to hire the Sihai Trading Company's escort team to escort He Qingmu and ensure that he could safely reach Qishan Road.

In this way, he can confidently do what he wants to do.

Qi'an City, at the intersection of the Sixth and Seventh Ring Roads, in an unnamed alley.

Several makeshift sheds were erected on one side of the street, and dozens of young people were busy inside.

Some were scooping porridge with large ladles without stopping, some were lighting firewood on the side, and others were reading from pre-written booklets to each person who came to collect porridge.

In front of several tents, there were long queues that stretched almost to the end of the street.

Some of them were dressed simply, some were dressed in tattered clothes, and some were dressed in fine clothes.

Everyone was holding a bowl and chattering away.

The people distributing the porridge didn't care whether the people who came actually needed it.

When it was their turn, they would scoop a spoonful of rice porridge with minced meat.

Only the young man explaining the new law to the side was talking until his mouth was dry and his face was flushed red.

Even with people taking turns, after a few hours, the young people who took turns were still so angry that they couldn't even eat.

If Zhuang Sheng hadn't strictly forbidden it, they probably would have pointed at this group of "troublemakers" and cursed them angrily!

"The purpose of distributing porridge was to attract people to listen to the new laws, but these 'troublemakers' are making a scene, shouting and being so picky! They act like they're entitled to have porridge delivered to them, creating a noisy mess like a market!"

The protagonist who drove all of this is now in a deeper alley.

Zhuang Sheng, carrying a basket of steamed buns, slowly walked into the depths of the alley.

As soon as he stepped inside, more than forty ragged children surrounded him, scrambling and grabbing at the steamed buns.

Zhuang Sheng wasn't annoyed. He just stood in the middle of the crowd, watching the beggars scramble for the steamed buns.

"Sir, they didn't do it on purpose, they were just too hungry. I apologize to you on their behalf."

It wasn't until a girl of about eight or nine years old tugged at his clothes and almost knelt on the ground that he smiled, helped her up, tidied her flea-infested hair, and handed her the steamed bun he had hidden in his pocket beforehand.

"Eat."

The girl still refused to get up; she stubbornly knelt on the ground, apologizing repeatedly.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. They were just really hungry. They really didn't mean to steal your things, sir."

Looking at the girl, Zhuang Sheng sighed helplessly.

He wasn't angry. Having traveled the world for many years, how could he not know what a beggar looked like?

To survive, they would do anything, whether it was stealing or robbing, all for a bite to eat.

He was already used to this kind of scene.

Moreover, it's much better than it was at the beginning.

On the contrary, this child, who is so well-mannered, has fallen to such a state. His family must have experienced some great changes. He is also a pitiful person.

Looking at the girl who finally accepted the steamed bun, Zhuang Sheng recalled the events of the past few days.

On the first day these children were discovered, there were actually only seven children in the alley.

He went in wearing the official robes of the Hanlin Academy, carrying steamed buns, but the children all shrank back and hid in the corners, and no one dared to come forward.

Finally, he left the steamed buns, basket and all, in the alley.

The day after discovering the group of children, Zhuang Sheng changed into ordinary brocade clothes. There were fifteen children in the alley.

No one dared to scramble for it, but the girl in front of him took the initiative to talk to him.

That day, he gave the girl the whole basket of steamed buns and watched her distribute them to the other beggars.

On the third day after discovering the group of children, Zhuang Sheng changed into civilian clothes, and there were more than twenty children in the alley.

The children surrounded him, each reaching out their hands. He smiled and handed out the steamed buns. While the children ate, he explained his new method in a way that was as easy for them to understand as possible.

……

Today marks the seventh day since the discovery of these children. Zhuang Sheng, dressed in the official robes representing the Hanlin Academy, quietly watches the beggars scramble for steamed buns.

Regardless of whether anyone was listening, he simply sketched out the world after the new law was implemented for the beggars in the simplest way.

Zhuangzi stopped sketching about the future world as soon as the last child finished eating his steamed bun.

Just as he was about to leave the alley, a sound suddenly rang out.

"Sir, could you continue? After the new law is implemented, will we really have food to eat every day? Won't many people freeze to death every winter?"

Zhuang Sheng turned around and looked at the beggar who had asked the question.

He was a very thin boy, looking only seven or eight years old, though he might actually be older, given how frail he was.

Zhuang Sheng smiled at him, then turned to look at the other children.

About a dozen children were looking at him, their eyes filled with barely perceptible expectation.

"Okay, let me tell you more."