After being read, she became an empress by eating melons

Nan Rongxi continued to ask: [Tongzi, how many people are there in the mountains from Niuma Village? I want to go meet them!]

System: [Most of them are old, weak, women and children, about 100 people! ]

Nan Rongxi looked at the old village chief and said, "Old village chief, I need your help with something!"

The old village chief nodded: "Village Chief Nanrong, please speak!"

Nan Rongxi continued, "Organize the villagers and use the surplus food you brought to cook some porridge. Cook enough for 100 people and make sure they are full!"

She turned to Youyue and ordered, "Youyue, call some people and go up to Bailan Mountain with me!"

You Yue bowed and said, "As you command, Master Nan Rong!"

The old village chief acted decisively. He quickly gathered the women and elders in the village and began to prepare the porridge in an orderly manner. Under the careful arrangement of the old village chief, the villagers worked together and soon cooked 100 portions of porridge, each of which was steaming hot and enough to fill people up.

At the same time, Youyue also took action without hesitation. She quickly gathered a group of strong young people, who stood behind Nan Rongxi in high spirits, ready to go to Bailan Mountain together.

Following the system's instructions, they soon arrived at the cave entrance. Nan Rongxi led everyone in, and the scene before them was heartbreaking. A group of ragged, pale-faced refugees came into view. They obviously hadn't had a full meal for a long time.

The refugees lying on the ground were terrified when they saw Nan Rongxi and his group. Most of them didn't even have the strength to stand up.

They also knew that the sudden influx of so many people must have meant that their stealing of food had been discovered, and they were here to seek revenge.

The old man who led the group came forward, knelt on the ground, and said weakly: "My dear... adults... I am... the head of... Niuma Village... Our village has suffered a great disaster, and now... we are homeless. It was us... No, I hope you will spare my life!"

In this troubled times, food is the most precious resource. If you steal other people's food, they will definitely come to your door and fight you to the death. They know that this will definitely be a very dangerous situation, and they will be lucky if they are not beaten to death!

At this time, a child came over and protected the old village chief with open arms behind him: "The food is all mine to eat. Everyone is responsible for their own actions. You can kill me or chop me up as you wish!"

Nan Rongxi walked up to the child, and the child closed his eyes in fear.

"Little guy, you are quite loyal. I am Nan Rongxi, the village chief of Bailan Village. As long as you are willing to farm, I can give you the wasteland in the village and even lend you food to tide you over the difficulties!"

After that, Nan Rongxi touched the child's head and spoke gently.

The villagers of Niuma Village were a little bit incredulous and looked at each other. They felt that they were too hungry and had hallucinations. How could anyone be willing to give them food to tide them over the difficulties? The landlords who did so before were all trying to plunder their land.

"Did you...just hear clearly?"

"It seems... that they are saying... to share food with us!"

"You heard it... too?"

"Could it be that... it's really not... an illusion!"

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The villagers of Niuma Village whispered to each other with their last bit of strength and looked up at Nan Rongxi.

The child slowly opened his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him. She didn't seem like she wanted to hurt them.

The old chief of Niuma Village asked incredulously, "Master Nanrong, you just said... that you are willing to lend us food, but what are the conditions?"

Nan Rongxi said slowly: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. It is natural for us to help each other. The Bailan Village welcomes you to join us. We have prepared hot porridge at the foot of the mountain, waiting for you to taste it!"

When the villagers of Niuma Village heard the word "hot porridge", their eyes lit up instantly, and several villagers stood up with their last bit of strength!

A villager looked at Nan Rongxi and said, "Master Nan Rong, you said... did you prepare... hot porridge for us?"

Before Nan Rongxi could reply, You Yue answered, "It is absolutely true. Our Lord Nan Rong has prepared food for everyone. Please come down the mountain with us!"

Upon hearing this, the chief of Niuma Village burst into tears. Their village was looted by their own people, while the government turned a blind eye and left them to fend for themselves. Now the man in front of them said he would give them enough food to eat. In their opinion, this man was undoubtedly a saint.

All the villagers of Niuma Village knelt on the ground, crying and saying, "Thank you, benefactor! We are willing to work like cows and horses for you!"

Nan Rongxi looked in the direction of the cave entrance and said, "No need to say so much. Just follow us down the mountain. I will arrange accommodation and fields for you. If you can't walk, raise your hands and let the strong men in our village help you down the mountain!"

The way down the mountain was filled with tears of the villagers of Niuma Village. They could not believe that this moment was real and they could really have a full meal. If this were true, they would probably be willing to give up their lives.

When the people from Niuma Village returned to Bailan Village and saw the big pot at the entrance of the village, it was as if they had really arrived in heaven!

Nan Rongxi looked at the old village chief in front of the pot and said, "Old village chief, give the porridge to the victims!"

The villagers of Niuma Village limped to the big pot.

The old village chief held a wooden spoon in his hand and stirred the cauldron steadily, scooping up spoonfuls of hot porridge.

He took the bowl of hot porridge served by the old village chief with both hands and was instantly so excited that he couldn't take care of himself!

At this moment, the warmth they felt with their hands told them that this was real. In these troubled times, there really were people willing to give out food to save their lives. There really were saints!

The porridge exuded an enticing aroma, the rice grains were plump and the soup was thick. It was a long-lost feeling. They had been fleeing all the way and thought they were in danger of death, but unexpectedly, they could actually drink a mouthful of hot porridge.

The refugees took the bowls, blew away the heat carefully, and then drank from them in big gulps. The porridge slid down their throats, warming their stomachs and their hearts.

"Village Chief Nanrong, I'm so hungry. Besides, this porridge... tastes so good. Can I have another bowl?"

The child raised his head and asked Nan Rongxi.

Nan Rongxi patted the child's head again, and then shouted loudly: "All villagers, you can drink as much as you want, we will provide enough porridge!"

After hearing this, the villagers of Niuma Village knelt on the ground in unison.

"Master Nanrong, we will all be your cattle and horses from now on!"

Nan Rongxi waved his hand and said, "Everyone, hurry up and get up. I don't need you to be my cattle and horses. Just work hard and live a good life!"

The villagers of Niuma Village always felt that the porridge in their bowls was a little sweet, and when they looked carefully, they found that it was their own tears that kept falling into the bowl. No wonder they said that tears shed because of happiness are sweet. This time they experienced it!