Chapter 1689: Chapter 1682: Widely Dispensing Grace
When Cheng Ziang walked up to the pair, Hu Daoke was still accompanying Tangmo, watching the beggars who were pleading for alms. Noticing his return, Hu Daoke turned to ask, “Where’s the stuff?”
“I had a friend handle it,” Cheng Ziang answered honestly.
“You have friends other than us?” Hu Daoke asked with so surprise.
“It was that… uh…” Cheng Ziang blinked, trying hard to recall as he spoke.
“Oh, that one…” Hu Daoke, though equally unable to recall the na, seed to vaguely rember Hun Jiansi’s existence.
“Yes, exactly, that one…” Cheng Ziang said, feeling an inexplicable sense of lancholy, and sighed.
He felt a sudden panic, realizing that within just a short ti of turning away, he had already forgotten her na and appearance. He had the distinct feeling that if he were to avoid seeing Hun Jiansi for a few days, he would completely forget her existence.
Was Hun Jiansi truly destined to be forgotten by people? Could this be the curse of the Fog Concealnt Skill?
The three of them stood quietly in the bustling street, looking at the beggars on the roadside without acknowledging the curious stares of passersby.
Approximately ten minutes later, a short person ca pushing a wheelbarrow, head lowered, heading directly toward them.
Arriving behind Cheng Ziang, she deliberately bumped into his lower back. He turned around in surprise, and she imdiately flashed a playful smile.
“You…”
Cheng Ziang looked at her cute smile and unexpectedly felt a bit flustered, as he couldn’t recall her na.
“Hun Jiansi!” Hun Jiansi wasn’t angry but rather patiently reminded him.
“Oh, right, right, Hun Jiansi, how are things?” Cheng Ziang nodded and asked.
“It’s ready.” Hun Jiansi said, uncovering a white cloth over the wheelbarrow, revealing steaming hot cornbread underneath.
Although called cornbread, it only resembled it. This food was pale yellow in color and shaped into fist-sized portions. Kyushu still hadn’t grasped the complete mastery of flour ferntation techniques, making these “cornbread” relatively dense and hard to swallow.
The Advance Team had previously eaten such cornbread. It wasn’t outright unpalatable, as it contained rich dietary fiber, but eating them consistently was intolerable. Hu Daoke, after only two als, had developed an acute aversion to this food and dared not touch it again.
On the whole, this was the most filling food the Advance Team could currently purchase. One piece could keep a person full for half a day. When Hun Jiansi unveiled the cornbread, a group of beggars silently gathered close, eyeing the relatively coarse food that seed unremarkable to the Advance Team.
Seeing the beggars crowding in, Tangmo stepped forward, cleared her throat, and loudly proclaid with an air of authority, “Saints have co to Guyi Governnt. On behalf of the saints, we are bestowing charity to you. Line up to receive it—two per person. No cutting in line.”
Her Kyushu dialect may not have been fluent, but her words still stirred excitent among the beggars, who couldn’t help but rush toward her, completely disregarding the command to line up.
Faced with the chaos, Tangmo took a small step back, frowning as she sternly shouted, “Black Tortoise!”
“At your service!”
The hulking Hu Daoke replied with a loud, resonant voice, standing firm like a towering statue to block the beggars from approaching the group. He glowered at the beggars, his nacing mask and imposing physique startling them into retreat. Torn between their hunger for food and their fear of him, they hesitated and stood nervously.
“Line up! Anyone cutting the line…” Hu Daoke barked gruffly, pulling a Yuanzi pistol from his waist and firing into the sky.
The Yuanzi gun emitted a deafening crack of source particle separation, a familiar sound to Hu Daoke but one that terrified the beggars. They were thrown into disarray, with many even shedding tears from fear, trembling where they stood.
Seeing their pitiable appearance, Hu Daoke unexpectedly felt a pang of guilt, his gaze softening slightly. Just as he was about to say sothing, Cheng Ziang patted him on the shoulder.
Cheng Ziang stepped forward, surveying the gaunt beggars from above before declaring, “There is enough food for everyone, but the elderly, children, and won are to receive theirs first. Everyone else, line up behind them. If you have objections, you can leave now.”
He tried to enforce Earth’s moral standards on the people of Kyushu.
“Additionally, no one may claim food on others’ behalf. Everyone must eat their food right here—no taking it away!” Cheng Ziang added.
His words stemd from a concern for potential conflicts over the food. The elderly, children, and won would be vulnerable to other beggars snatching their food if allowed to leave, so eating it on the spot was deed safer, ensuring they at least had a full al.
After finishing his remarks, he instinctively glanced back, catching Hun Jiansi looking at him with a radiant smile. It was the happiest he had ever seen her, even with her plain attire as she exuded warmth akin to sunlight.
Cheng Ziang, feeling slightly self-conscious under her gaze, turned back around. By this ti, the beggars had begun to form lines for the food.
Even so, the stronger male beggars jumped ahead, seemingly forgetting Cheng Ziang’s earlier warning.
The outco ca as no surprise—Hu Daoke caught them like chickens and threw them to the back of the line. He tirelessly repeated the act until the most vulnerable groups lined up at the front.
Tangmo stood beside the wheelbarrow, handing out cornbread to the beggars in line. Each received two pieces, and Hun Jiansi had brought around a hundred or so on the cart—barely enough to distribute.
The first to receive the cornbread were mostly aging male beggars and frail won and children. Upon receiving the food, they squatted at the side, gnawing on the coarse, unappetizing cornbread.
Passersby looked on in astonishnt, so applauding the Advance Team’s charitable actions. Clearly, not all were indifferent; there were still so moved by such gestures.
Spectators gathered, with so bringing buckets of water drawn from wells to give to the beggars. The beggars wasted no ti scooping up the water with their hands to swallow the food stuck in their throats.
Of course, so vendors slled business opportunities. They brought their goods to the Advance Team, hoping to sell them. Cheng Ziang generously paid for them all, using Magic Crystals as a currency.
The people of Kyushu prized Magic Crystals highly. Even a pigeon egg-sized crystal was regarded as a treasure. Whenever Cheng Ziang pulled out a Magic Crystal, the crowd burst into amazed murmurs, envying the vendor’s fortune.
Considering Magic Crystals required rune engraving for energy conduction, pigeon egg-sized Magic Crystals typically fell short of qualifying as Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. However, due to Kyushu’s lack of Magic Crystal mines, even such small crystals were imnsely valued, even serving as currency.
The food distribution lasted over an hour. Most beggars managed to get their portion and expressed profound gratitude for the Advance Team’s kindness.
So frail children gazed longingly at the remaining food, prompting Tangmo to soften and give them extras.
Seeing this scene, Tangmo felt gratified yet deeply hopeless. She couldn’t imagine what tomorrow would bring. After all, this wasn’t Earth—they couldn’t always help these people.
The authorities attributed the beggars’ plight to their identity and laziness, which Tangmo regarded as the tragedy of the entire society.
The more she dwelled on this, the greater her hatred grew toward the Wu Family and the oppressive feudal system.
Though Earth’s intervention might eventually alter the Continent’s future, there would still be countless people teetering on the brink of hunger in the foreseeable future.
“The proletariat can only liberate the world by liberating themselves,” she murmured, silently reciting the famous warning. At that mont, she felt a deep resonance with the words.
Just as she fell into contemplation, a sudden scream shattered her thoughts. Her eyes snapped open, and she saw a frail beggar screaming in agony as he was hurled from an alley, landing hard on the street.
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