A girl with a broken mouth bowl in her hand and wearing only a rotten cloth coat. She trembled in the biting cold wind in January, her mouth cracked, her face was pale, and she was left with only a skeleton. Her legs were not as thick as Ye Feiyu's arms. If she was under normal circumstances, it would be impossible to squeeze in to get food. Fortunately, Ye Feiyu took out a loudspeaker and let the refugees line up and not be disturbed. She could slowly move to Ye Feiyu with the crowd.

She looked at Ye Feiyu with a cowardly look and said carefully: "Xian... Chang, can I not want rice?"

Ye Feiyu was stunned for a moment, looked around the little girl, and found that this little girl, who was only five or six years old, was queuing up by herself. She was lucky that she was not trampled to death in a chaotic queue of more than a dozen people.

"You don't want rice? What do you want?" he asked strangely.

"I want the porridge in the pot. My mother is sick and didn't get the porridge yesterday. I want to give it to my mother for her to eat, but my mother is so hungry." Although the little girl was afraid of Ye Feiyu, she still stammered and said the reason why she didn't want rice.

Ye Feiyu knew that these people had been hungry for too long and could not eat hard food, so she took a few large iron pots and cooked thick porridge. At this time, it was probably almost done. She smiled and said, "Okay, I'll scoop a bowl of porridge for you. After you finish eating, come to me to ask for rice."

Then, Ye Feiyu picked up the loudspeaker and said loudly: "People should pay attention. As long as you keep your duty, you will have something to eat. Whoever takes the opportunity to rob others of food will be known by me and I will definitely be killed!"

Otherwise, even if this little girl took the rice back, she would not be able to save it. The hungry refugees would not dare to rob Ye Feiyu of their food, but it was hard to guarantee that they would not rob the food of those thin refugees.

The little girl's broken bowl could not contain much rice porridge. Ye Feiyu turned her palm and a delicate porcelain bowl appeared. It was a large bone porcelain bowl that Europeans needed several gold coins to buy. She served a bowl of thick porridge for the little girl, reminding her to be careful not to get scalded. She took out a thick cotton coat and cotton pants for the little girl to put on before she continued to distribute food to the refugees behind.

The little girl looked at the bowl of thick rice porridge full of which had two large pieces of bacon, which was fragrant. She couldn't help but stick out her tongue and lick her shriveled lips. She was obviously hungry, but she didn't eat it right away, but she carefully held the rice porridge and trotted away.

The refugees nearby were drooling and stretched out their necks and looked at the big pot of porridge. In addition to a few squares of bacon, there was also a whole bacon. They didn't know how long it had been since they smelled the meat. However, it was more practical to distribute rice first, at least rice could fill their stomachs.

At this time, Ma Dingyuan came with his personal soldiers and a few hundred households. Ye Feiyu happened to hand over the matter of distributing grain and porridge to him. Anyway, it was almost over, so just take a few bags of rice and leave it for Ma Dingyuan.

In this case, Ma Dingyuan was able to take out precious grain to make porridge for refugees to eat, and his character was quite good.

Although Ma Dingyuan is a thousand households, his awe of Ye Feiyu, the "Golden Wolf Immortal Master", is not much better than other refugees. This is the limitation of the times. Not to mention him, even the Emperor of Ming Dynasty today is full of awe of the so-called immortals. This can be seen from the grandeur ceremony of worshiping the sky.

On the modern earth, although there are still people who worship Gods and Buddhas, they are more of the forms and customs. There are also very few people who truly believe in immortals and Buddhas in order to seek peace of mind. Unlike the Ming people, Europeans, Indians, etc. of this era, they all believe that there are gods.

Ye Feiyu had just arrived outside Fort Mingway and was also shocked by these dense refugees. Before distributing the food, their eyes were silent and there was no anger on their faces. Now that they only got one and half pounds of rice, their faces were reborn and hopeful. Ye Feiyu was extremely moved. Why should they brainwash them? As long as they provide food and some simple weapons, they can make them devote themselves to their lives.

Select some people from it, train a little, give them guns, armored vehicles, etc., to be the main force, lead the army to attack the capital of Shuntian Prefecture, and it is easy to get the emperor's addiction.

However, if such a violent attack is launched, there is no difference between it and Li Zicheng and other refugees. The Ming Dynasty will definitely be the base of Ye Feiyu No. 1 colonial plane. Violently seizing the Ming Dynasty and leaving a mess will be extremely unfavorable to future development. Ye Feiyu does not expect these refugees who do not have primary school culture to manage the Ming Empire and even capture other countries after burning, killing, looting and looting.

Moreover, the Ming Dynasty had a large population. If Ye Feiyu wanted to completely master the colonial plane No. 1 and gain the heart of the plane, he would have to have a reputation among the natives of more than ten points. Obviously, it would be impossible to gain much reputation by violently destroying the Ming Empire.

After distributing the food, Ma Dingyuan arranged manpower and organized refugees to clean up dirt outside the castle, such as feces. Some people who starved to death also needed to burn or bury them.

Fortunately, it is winter now and corpses are not prone to rot. If so many dead people are in the hot summer, they will easily be caused by plague.

"She is dead, you don't want to eat it if you tell her, so you'd better eat it yourself, poor baby." A voice suddenly came into Ye Feiyu's ears.

"My mother is not dead, she is just sick." The little girl's voice was very stubborn and a little familiar.

Ye Feiyu looked at the sound. It turned out that it was the little girl who just wanted to be porridge and didn't have rice. She poured some rice porridge in a broken bowl, carefully placed it on the mouth of a young woman lying in the corner of the wall, and tried hard to pour it into the woman's lips, but she couldn't get in. The rice water had already wet the woman's neck: "Mom, don't sleep, get up quickly, the immortal master gave Xiaowanwan and her mother rice porridge, and her mother's illness will be cured after eating."

"Mom, why can't you get up? If you don't get up, Xiao Wanwan won't leave it to your mother. Xiao Wanwan is so hungry and will eat it all."

A woman in her thirties leaned against the earthen wall next to her, shook her head helplessly, then grabbed a handful of rice and put it directly into her mouth to chew it.

Ye Feiyu didn't cook much porridge, so he couldn't divide many people. Although the woman distributed rice, it was not easy to cook. So she simply ate some and filled it with her stomach first.

Ye Feiyu looked at the little girl and her mood suddenly faded and she slowly walked over.

If her mother died, the little girl would definitely not be able to survive. It would be fine if Ye Feiyu couldn't see her. Now she really couldn't bear to watch a child who was only five or six years old dying lonely and sadly in the cold wind. The mistakes in this world should not be borne by the child.

When the little girl heard the footsteps, she looked up and saw that it was Ye Feiyu. She looked happy. She knelt down at Ye Feiyu like the refugees before. Her little body was kneeling straight, and her voice was tender but very pious and said to the adults: "Immortal Master, can you help Xiaowanwan wake up her mother? Mom fell asleep, but Xiaowanwan couldn't wake her mother."

Ye Feiyu looked at the porcelain bowl placed on the ground. The bowl of porridge was full of no amount of money. The little girl's lips were chapped and dusty. Obviously, she had never eaten porridge, and she didn't even want to take a sip of porridge.

He sighed, originally planning to hand over the little girl to Ma Dingyuan for raising her, but at this moment, he saw the mud on the ground, and could vaguely see that the woman, who was only about 10 or 20 years old, had her chest slightly pounding.

The little girl's eyes were full of hope, and she looked at Ye Feiyu nervously. Her two little hands, who were so thin that they were only bones, grabbed the corner of the cotton coat tightly. She was obviously afraid that Ye Feiyu, the immortal master, would, like the woman next to her, would say that her mother was dead.

Ye Feiyu squatted down and touched the young mother's forehead. She was as cold as a dead person, but then she looked into her pulse, and there was a slight, almost unsensing beating.

He sighed inwardly that his heart was still not hard enough. A tube of medicine had appeared in his hand and stabbed the woman's neck artery.

This was the last tube of repair potion left by Smag. Reason told Ye Feiyu that it was not worth consuming repair potion worth ten primary source crystals on a woman with no use, and I don’t know if it has any effect, but he just couldn’t help doing this.

Alas, forget it, just think that you will cheat Europeans less once.

The little girl naturally didn't know that the small reagent that Ye Feiyu injected her mother was equivalent to the four years of food consumption of more than 10,000 refugees outside Fort Minway!

A source crystal can cost three million, ten is 30 million! Even if these refugees eat a pound of rice a day, it will only cost 20,000 yuan a day, and 30 million can be eaten for 1,500 days!

Others spend thousands of dollars on beauty, and they can even give up hundreds of millions of dollars in luxury cars and villas, but Ye Feiyu is pitying a little girl and wasted 30 million. If someone knows, he may be stupid, but Ye Feiyu knows that even if he is given another chance to choose, he will still do this.

The old woman next to her had touched the little girl's mother's body and was clearly dead for a while. At this time, she saw Ye Feiyu using some magic tricks on the woman, and a look of surprise appeared on her face. Could the Golden Wolf Immortal Master still save the dead?

Not only her, but many people also paid attention to the movement here. Ma Dingyuan and several hundred households were also watching nearby. After all, Ye Feiyu was a "Immortal Master" and attracted attention wherever she went.

In the surprised and unbelievable eyes of everyone, the young woman who had already "dead" suddenly let out a weak moan, then slowly opened her eyes and looked at the surrounding environment in a daze. Finally, her eyes stopped on the little girl who was crying in surprise, hugged the little girl in her arms with trembling hands, and said in a weak and horrified manner: "Aren't I dead? I also saw a cow head and horse face, why have I come back to life? Xiao Wanwan, can't you follow your mother to the underworld, right?"

The woman next to her gasped and couldn't help but kneel down here, and kept kowtowing to Ye Feiyu: "The Golden Wolf Immortal Master has endless magic power, and he is really reborn!"

After saying that, she turned her head and said to the young woman: "This little lady, your daughter is not dead. You are dead, but the Golden Wolf Immortal Master was sincerely moved by your girl and used the supreme immortal method to save you!"

Ma Dingyuan opened his mouth wide and murmured for a while: "No way? Can anyone be saved by the dead? Change food out of thin air and bring back the dead. What else can the Golden Wolf Immortal Master not do?"
Chapter completed!