Tian Yuan

Just as he was about to enter the town, the soldiers at the gate stopped Chen Qingyuan.

"stop!"

The soldiers stepped forward to stop them.

"what happened?"

Chen Qingyuan paused.

"Hand out your pass." The soldier stretched out his hand with a solemn face.

Hearing this, Chen Qingyuan was slightly stunned.

I checked in my sea of ​​consciousness and remembered it.

The so-called road pass is a management method used by many mortal dynasties, symbolizing identity information and travel credentials. In this way, hostile forces can be prevented from lurking, and the scope of action of refugees and bandits can be restricted to ensure stability.

“This…” This was the first time Chen Qingyuan had encountered such a thing in his past and present lives, so he immediately made up a reason: “My family was in trouble, so I fled here.”

"That's the refugees." The soldier said solemnly, "According to the regulations, you cannot enter the city without a pass. Every day at 11:00 a.m., there will be a soup kitchen in the west of the city, and there will be an adult who is responsible for identity verification. You only need to tell us your specific origins and provide proof, and you can get a pass. Then you can enter the city and find a job."

This is the duty of the soldiers guarding the city. Of course, they cannot let in potentially dangerous people, as that would easily threaten the safety of the town.

"I know, thank you."

Chen Qingyuan did not force his way in, nor did he cast a spell to teleport in. He just stood obediently in a corner outside the city, quietly watching the people coming and going.

Although I didn't deliberately use Taoist magic, I could clearly hear various sounds outside the city.

Remove all kinds of useless information and capture the key words.

"Long Jin State."

Chen Qingyuan knew the name of the country he was in.

After searching the sea of ​​consciousness for a long time, I did find some dynasties with repeated place names, but they were completely different from the place where I was, so it was obviously just a coincidence.

"At least, it's not as miserable as it was back then."

Thinking back to my childhood experiences in ancient times, I almost starved to death.

Sit on the ground and look back.

No words can express the changes in emotions in my heart, which turned into a long sigh.

In the dead of night, Chen Qingyuan looked at the moon hanging high in the sky and murmured, "The balance of the sun and the moon, the way of yin and yang. No matter which galaxy or place, there are similar rules of order."

This should be a balanced world constructed by the origin of the Tao.

The next morning, Chen Qingyuan went to the west of the city.

Sure enough, there was a huge porridge stall outside the city, providing free porridge to the refugees who came here.

One meal a day will ensure you won’t starve to death.

In this way, refugees can see hope of survival and will not cause trouble.

“It’s really uncomfortable to be hungry.”

Chen Qingyuan looked at the hundreds of refugees in the porridge shed, men and women, old and young, all dressed in rags, pale and thin, without any energy or spirit.

“I don’t know when I can eat his cooking again.”

Chen Qingyuan couldn't help but think of the old man in Cangyuzhou. He was born as a cook, but somehow he entered Taoism and embarked on the path of cultivation. Moreover, he transformed the kitchen knife in his hand into a supreme holy weapon.

To be honest, the old chef's cooking skills are indeed very good. Even Chen Qingyuan often reminisces about his dishes and is full of praise for them.

"Under normal circumstances, I definitely can't enter the city." Since he was already here, Chen Qingyuan decided to try what Anyan Town's porridge tasted like, so he lined up at the back of the line, thinking to himself: "I'll drink some porridge and go somewhere else!"

After waiting for a long time, it was finally my turn.

In front of me was a large wooden barrel, the porridge inside was very thin and had already been drained.

After Chen Qingyuan served a bowl of porridge, a few people shared the rest, and today's porridge distribution ended.

As for those people at the back, they can only blame themselves for coming late and not getting a share. They should hurry up tomorrow.

Even if one is very hungry, a person who has not eaten will not think of doing bad things. Just be patient and there will be food tomorrow.

Many people huddled together to keep each other warm.

"Mom, I'm so hungry."

In a corner of the crowd, a five-year-old boy wearing dirty and ragged clothes snuggled in the arms of an ordinary-looking woman and cried.

Chen Qingyuan, who was planning to take a few bites, heard the child sobbing and walked over slowly.

"Here, here you go."

Chen Qingyuan handed over the porridge in his hand.

The woman and the little boy were stunned and at a loss: "This... Brother, this is inappropriate."

"I'm not that hungry, take it!"

Chen Qingyuan smiled slightly and spoke again.

Some young and strong men around looked over and seemed to want to snatch it.

Sensing a hint of hostility, Chen Qingyuan took a quick glance and the invisible pressure that emanated immediately made those with bad intentions give up their thoughts and dare not approach.

"thanks, thanks."

The woman looked down at the child, finally gritted her teeth and accepted it, thanking him repeatedly.

So the little boy took the wooden bowl and began to eat. He left half and handed it to the woman: "Mom, you drink too."

"Mom is not hungry, drink it up, don't waste it."

Although she said she was not hungry, the woman had not eaten for two days.

"Oh." The little boy was still ignorant and could only listen to his mother and continue drinking the porridge. He would not waste a single grain of rice and regarded it as a treasure.

Chen Qingyuan sat nearby and chatted with the woman for a few words. He learned that several nearby villages had suffered from floods and all the houses were submerged. The pillar of the family accidentally drowned while trying to save the children.

The woman was heartbroken, but she endured it for the sake of her child.

I heard that Anyan Town provides free porridge every day, so I fled here in the hope of surviving.

If you want to enter the city, you need to go through a lot of procedures.

The woman took the wooden number tag and waited for at least five days until she could prove her identity and enter the city.

Once you get into a town, you can find a hard job to make a living and raise your children.

"Brother, this place is not very convenient, let's change... change to another place!"

After coaxing the child to sleep, the woman said to Chen Qingyuan, biting her lips, helpless.

"Ah?" Chen Qingyuan was stunned at first, but then he understood what the woman meant by her expression and quickly explained, "Sister, I didn't mean anything else. I just felt that the child was too pitiful."

"Then...then why do you stay here all the time? Don't you want to..."

The woman hesitated, too embarrassed to continue, and lowered her head.

"I have no such intention. I'm just worried that others will bully you, an orphan and a widow." Chen Qingyuan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

In order to prove his innocence, he said, "I have a wife who has not yet married me. I will go to look for her in a few days. Sister, I am not a bad person, you can rest assured!"

"I misunderstood you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

The woman hurriedly thanked him, feeling extremely ashamed.

When the women heard that Chen Qingyuan had a fiancée, their guard immediately dropped.

Yes, people with families always make others feel more at ease.

"I'm going to rest over there. Let me know if you need anything."

Chen Qingyuan found a passable place, lay on the ground, turned his head to look at the suffering of the people, and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, his eyes gradually became clear, and he whispered to himself: "Perhaps, now I understand what path the Buddha's disciples should take."