There's something wrong with my master.

The governor-general and the county magistrate have been dismissed, and they no longer need to be officials.

Several yamen officials had left a few days ago.

Now, the county magistrate is the only one left near the granary.

"Brothers, kill the dog officials and return the grain to the people!"

"Yes, the dog killer!"

"You eat the government's food but do nothing. You are a dog official!"

The crowd was huge.

Most people had their faces covered.

The county magistrate sat calmly at the door, holding a pot of wine.

It is broad daylight now and many people are still reserved.

At night, it gets messier and more crowded.

He hadn't touched anything oily for a while, so he took out an oil wrapper from his arms.

There is a chicken wrapped in paper.

This was what he picked up at the restaurant. If he didn't eat it, it would go bad. It couldn't be wasted.

He took a leisurely bite, seeming quite comfortable amidst the raucous shouting.

It is now a consensus that the county magistrate is very rich and has a lot of grain in his granary.

It's just a chicken, that's a bit too stingy and doesn't fit in with the character.

So he took out a jade wine jug, put the spout into his mouth, and took a big gulp.

boom!

Someone holding a knife and trying to get close to the granary flew backwards.

A bunch of guys who hadn't even filled their stomachs didn't have much energy left.

With just one kick, he fell to the ground, holding his stomach and groaning softly, and did not stand up for a long time.

"We have more people, so don't be afraid of him!"

"Yes, don't be afraid of him!"

Someone shouted and the crowd suddenly became agitated.

Many people are like this, fighting alone and as cowardly as a rookie.

But if there are people all around, rushing forward with blood rushing to their heads, they will fight harder than anyone else.

Unfortunately, they were facing a warrior who had broken the void.

This warrior also beat up a fake foundation-building cultivator.

Even though that monk was really weak, he was more than capable of dealing with this group of mobs.

Therefore, as long as the county magistrate is well fed, sleeps well, and has sufficient energy, he will naturally be able to deal with this group of mobs.

He had just eaten half a chicken and half a pot of wine and was very full.

His figure disappeared from the stool at some point.

The sound of sticks rang out.

The person who rushed up didn't even have time to scream before he fainted.

"Keep coming!"

The county magistrate's voice was very heroic.

He sat back on the stool and looked at the chaotic crowd with disdain.

Time passes day by day.

The people who came to besiege the granary came in waves.

A certain fake foundation-building cultivator obviously wanted to make fun of the county magistrate, so she sent people to distribute porridge nearby and even earned the reputation of a female Bodhisattva.

This female Bodhisattva even opened the granary generously, indicating that her family’s food would not last long.

If the government does not release grain, many people in the county will starve to death.

It’s not that no one wants to rob this female Bodhisattva, but this Bodhisattva is not only a Bodhisattva, but also a Shura.

After leaving a pool of blood on the ground and confirming that there was indeed not much food in the Bodhisattva's granary, the mob turned their attention to the county magistrate.

When the county magistrate heard the news, he was so angry that he wanted to beat the woman again.

Don't think he doesn't know that all monks have storage rings.

That woman must have hidden all the food in her storage ring.

After gnawing on tree bark and grass roots for several days, the mob ate porridge and regained some strength.

The county magistrate was so tormented that he hadn't slept or had a proper meal for more than half a month.

This warrior finally entered a period of weakness.

night.

There were torches lit everywhere around the government granary.

boom!

The county magistrate once again knocked a man away with a ferocious look on his face, and when he retreated, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Kill the dog officer!"

"Kill the dog officer!"

In the crowd, a certain fake foundation-building cultivator was the first to wave the flag and cheer.

She had a deep hatred for the county magistrate.

With her aptitude, it would be impossible for her to break through the foundation-building stage and achieve the golden elixir through normal practice.

After paying a lot of price, he finally got the position of county magistrate and wanted to rely on his luck to practice.

As a result, this position was taken by the man in front of her.

The reason for the robbery was also ridiculous, saying that they wanted to help these poor mortals.

Then she would grant his wish.

Let the magistrate be drowned among the mortals he wants to protect.

"kill!"

"He can't hold it anymore!"

call out.

A certain counterfeit foundation-building cultivator made a secret move, then turned around and left without looking back.

The county magistrate is doomed, she thought to herself.

Sure enough, the already weak county magistrate was ambushed. After a muffled groan, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

His heart suddenly twitched and his consciousness became blurry.

The torch lit him up.

The group of people he had wanted to help jumped over his body in a huge crowd.

There were many more shoe prints on my body.

boom!

The door of the granary was finally opened.

inside,

Empty.

"Official dog, tell me where you hid the food."

"Say it quickly!"

The county magistrate was lifted up with his clothes on, and a knife was placed on his neck.

The knife looks familiar.

He remembered that on his way to take office, an old man's knife for cutting rice became rusty, so he helped the man sharpen it.

It seems to be this knife.

Now the knife is held by a young man.

The county magistrate opened his eyes wide and looked carefully. He felt that the young man in front of him did not look like the old man at all and should not be the old man's descendant.

This made him somewhat regretful.

Perhaps the old man has starved to death.

Perhaps, he is really not suitable to be an official, otherwise how could people starve to death.

The uncle who I have never met and who likes to brag has written many stories.

In his stories, no matter how corrupt the officials are, they won't seem to let people starve to death.

The magistrate closed his eyes resigned to his fate.

Maybe he was wrong. Mortals should rely on monks to survive. Mortals cannot even fill their stomachs if they rely solely on themselves.

People around were still asking about food.

The knife on his neck seemed ready to chop him down at any moment.

But there is no food left. You should all go find the monks, don’t look for me.

I am tired.

Chapter 388: If there is selflessness, there should be selfishness

Night, moon, blood.

The bright red color fell like red ink, boiling hot, creating pictures in the darkness.

There was almost no food left in the granaries, which pushed many people who regarded the granaries as their belief in survival to the brink of collapse.

The string in my mind that has been kept taut seems to be about to break at any time.

The weather is going to get cooler.

The night wind is very cold.

This winter is not like last year, when the county magistrate distributed porridge, regardless of how watery it was or whether bran was added to it.

Anyway, after drinking it, it can fill your stomach and barely keep you from starving to death.

"Food!"

"Where did you hide the food? Hand it over now!"

Many people are about to turn into beasts, and ethics, morality, and reason are about to be left behind.

They looked at everything around them with hungry eyes, as if they felt that they could take a bite of anything to fill their stomachs.

Those who still had their sanity and had not collapsed yet were carrying the county magistrate's body and interrogating him severely.

The blade fell.

The nails on the county magistrate's fingers had been pried open, and his hands were already covered in blood.

But the piercing pain only made him twitch a little, and he didn't move any further.

His nails were broken, which of course hurt, but now he was in pain all over his body.

"talk!"

Seeing that the county magistrate still did not answer, the blade flashed again, breaking a finger and splashing hot blood again.

And the knife that chopped off his fingers was sharpened by him himself.