In the blink of an eye, it was already noon.
On the originally deserted street, thin figures had appeared at some point.
These figures had thin faces, sunken eye sockets, and lifeless eyes. They walked unsteadily.
If it wasn't for the fact that their chests wouldn't shine with golden light, anyone would think that these people were more like Kabane than humans.
"Chi chi…Tsk tsk…"
A small car with a very simple appearance and white steam spewing out came from the street in the distance.
Behind the small car was a carriage with wheels. There was a large tank filled with steaming porridge.
Surrounding the small carriage were several well-dressed men on horseback. They had cold expressions on their faces and were holding steam guns. They also had long knives on their waists and a knapsack engine that supplied steam.
"Wuwuwu!"
The crisp and pleasant sound of steam erupting came from the small car.
To the people in the slums, this voice was as pleasant as the sound of nature.
Because it symbolized food.
The carriage finally stopped at the intersection. A few warriors on horseback coldly surrounded the carriage and aimed the steam guns in their hands at the starving civilians.
"Come one by one. If anyone dares to break the rules and snatch it, I'll give it to you.”
The leading warrior glanced at the people around him with a hint of coldness and disgust in his eyes.
"Bang!"
A white stream of air shot out from the steam gun and rushed into the sky.
"Just wait to die."
Under the cold gazes of the warriors and the threat of the steam guns in their hands, the surrounding civilians suddenly quieted down a lot. The crowd was not as chaotic as before and began to slowly approach the porridge cart.
Congee was not a precious thing to the Fujiwara family.
Sending these warriors to deter them was just a precautionary measure. After all, there had been cases where these commoners had robbed the porridge cart because they were extremely hungry.
The congee was fine, but the congee carriage was far more valuable than these lowly commoners in the eyes of the Fujiwara family.
After all, most of these steam machines were produced in Xianjin Posthouse. Although the two cities were close, it was not easy to buy them. Jun City did not have them every day.
These few main warriors were responsible for the safety of the porridge cart. As for other things like fighting over a bowl of porridge, they were in charge of the safety of the porridge cart.
They didn't care at all. To them, this was just a pastime that made them happy.
In their eyes, it was already a great gift for them to come to the slums. If the Fujiwara family did not want to leave more cannon fodder, they would never set foot in such a dirty place in their lives.
In their eyes, these guys were not even human.
Just as the crowd was slowly moving and eating the porridge from the porridge cart, two thin figures ran out from the corner of the street. It was Ikoma and Hatsuying.
"Brother Lin Yu, we're here ~"
A bright smile appeared on Hatsusakura's tender face as she jogged to the stall with Ikoma.
Seeing the two of them arrive, Lin Yu's expression softened. He took the two bamboo containers from Ikuma's hands and pointed at the crowd.
"You guys stay here and watch the stall. I'll go get some porridge. If anything happens, call me immediately.”
"Don't forget, don't force yourself.”
Life in the slums was not peaceful. Sometimes, those who were starving would even fight for a bowl of clear porridge.
That was why Lin Yu wanted it and repeatedly reminded Ikoma and Hatsukura.
After all, the two of them were still young and thin. They were still at a disadvantage when facing adults.
"I know, Brother Lin Yu. You have to be careful too ~"
"I will protect Chuying, don't worry.”
Lin Yu rubbed their heads as he watched the two of them speak confidently. Then, he walked toward the crowd in front of him.
There was a sea of people in front of the steam car that was distributing porridge.
In a place like the slums, the porridge that the Fujiwara family gave out at noon every day was the foundation of many people's survival. Lin Yu was already used to this kind of surging crowd.
If it weren't for the series of benefits brought by the system and Lin Yu's years of training, it wouldn't be a good thing even if he wanted to squeeze in.
The sea of refugees was like an abyss that was devouring people. From time to time, one could hear people roaring or screaming.
It was the last sound of a person who had lost his balance and fallen under the push of the crowd.
In such an environment, if one did not maintain their balance, they would fall to the ground.
At that time, even a strong adult would be trampled to death by countless people's desire for food, not to mention the weak and malnourished people in the slums.
Every time the porridge was distributed, this kind of thing was not an exception. It was common to see some weak people being squeezed and trampled to death on the way.
After the crowd dispersed, there was a puddle of meat paste on the ground. It was disgusting, but no one paid much attention to it.
In the end, it was eaten by the wild dogs and disappeared.
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