Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya stayed here, having the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect come over to set up porridge stalls, and first transferred a batch of Spirit Rice from the Shu Royal Mansion.

He made preparations in advance, setting up fences around the porridge stalls, creating rows of thousand-meter-long pathways at the front.

Refugees could only come up by lining up.

The Shu King escorted the grain over, with a long cloth wrapped around his face, and upon seeing Long Fei, lamented, "Brother, how can you and sister-in-law stay in this stinking place? Let the servants handle these menial tasks, we should leave here soon."

Long Fei asked him, "Did you buy the lime and bricks I told you to prepare?"

"With your orders, how could I dare be slack? They’ll be brought over soon."

The Shu King mumbled while covering his nose.

Long Fei nodded and instructed, "Go and tell the people later to recruit a group of disaster victims to form a mutual aid organization among the refugee households. Have them use bricks to build public toilets first, and then check the mortality population house by house. If someone has passed away, dig a pit and bury them immediately, covering with lime. The weather is too hot now, if we don’t handle it, an epidemic might break out."

"Alright, I’ll get right on it!"

The Shu King felt he had become a Living Bodhisattva following Long Fei these past two days.

In his heart, this was the Governor’s business, why bother doing all this for the Governor here.

Ten large iron pots were set up on the porridge stalls, all personally crafted by Long Fei.

The stove was built with green bricks, sealed with mud around.

As soon as one pot of Spirit Rice was cooked, the disaster victims around held their broken bowls, bringing their elders and children over.

Someone shouted, "There’s a noble lord distributing porridge here!"

"Hurry, there’s food to eat!"

"I can smell the fragrance of rice!"

"Oh my, is this a Bodhisattva descending?"

"..."

As soon as the starving crowd heard this news, they immediately surrounded from all sides.

Fortunately, Long Fei had prepared ahead, setting up fences all around, allowing these people to line up through the middle of the railing.

The crowd gathered more and more, yet there was no crowding here.

Spirit Rice is not ordinary rice, its Essential Qi content is ten times higher than that of regular rice.

The servants present initially added only a dou of rice to a pot of porridge. Long Fei looked and instructed them to add two dou.

The water hadn’t even boiled, yet the rice had already thickened.

A servant proposed to Long Fei, "Master, even with two dou of rice, the porridge is so thick it doesn’t need it! Even with one dou, it’s better here than the clear water cabbage soup the steward offers."

Long Fei told him, "Our porridge stall can only cook food once a day. Give these people a hearty meal, and they can last a whole day, saving another life. In comparison to their lives, what’s more important, this rice or the person’s life?"

The servant blushed, clasped his fists, saying, "Master, you are kind-hearted, a Bodhisattva in the world, the little one has learned from his mistake."

Long Fei patted his shoulder, saying, "Do well! This porridge stall will remain open, and the supply of Spirit Rice is not something you need to worry about. What you need to do is maintain this porridge stall well and cook this Spirit Rice Porridge properly, does everyone understand?"

"Rest assured, Master!"

The group of servants nodded, full of admiration toward Long Fei.

After the Spirit Rice Porridge was cooked, Wang Xiaoya personally took the stage, rolling up her sleeves to serve food to the disaster victims present.

Seeing such thick rice porridge, the group of emaciated people burst into tears, "Rice, finally, we see rice!"

An old man drank the porridge and knelt before Long Fei with a thud.

As soon as he knelt, those behind him immediately followed suit, all loudly shouting, "Blessings to the Master!"

Long Fei quickly raised his hand, motioning to everyone, "Dear folks, no need to do this. Your hometown has suffered a disaster, the Emperor in Chang’an City, the Empress, and all of us are very anxious, trying to find ways to assist you. Everyone don’t worry, when our army arrives, they will definitely be able to eradicate the Demon Clan so everyone can return home to live."

"Blessings to the Master!"

"Blessings to the Master!"

"Blessings to the Master!"

"..."

The disaster victims cried and shouted, kneeling down before Long Fei once again.

The crowd surged like a vast ocean, with no end in sight.

Governor Wu Youren walked by, witnessing this scene.

When Long Fei attributed this success to the Emperor and the Empress, Wu Youren felt a rare moment of joy, silently noting that Long Fei was an understanding person.

With Long Fei here, he didn’t need to open his porridge stalls anymore, and simply handed everything over to Long Fei.

Since Long Fei liked being in the spotlight, let him take as much of it as he wants.

Daily cabbage and turnip soup also represented a considerable expense!

As Long Fei expected, the Spirit Rice brought by the Shu King was just enough for these disaster victims for one meal.

Luckily, the rice porridge was thick enough that a bowl was filling.

Long Fei stood in front of the porridge stall, addressing the crowd, "Dear villagers, the Shu Royal Mansion is currently in need of labor everywhere, and plans to recruit at least a million workers here. Regardless of gender, as long as you meet the criteria, you can go apply for jobs. Once selected, not only will you have plentiful meals, but also a salary. In the future, these workers will increase, ensuring everyone’s livelihood improves. Everyone, after eating, go register at the recruitment booths of the Shu Royal Mansion."

Personnel from the Shu Royal Mansion had already set up tables and chairs, following Long Fei’s words, announcing, "Villagers, come register here! As long as you have hands and feet, and are in good health, no matter male or female, we need you here."

In an instant, able-bodied young men and women among the disaster victims rushed forward.

Some even cried directly, thinking there was no way out, only to hear such a good offer suddenly.

At this moment, they weren’t expecting wages, as long as there was food.

According to Long Fei’s plan, the workers recruited by the Shu Royal Mansion were numerous, accommodating a hundred thousand wasn’t a problem.

This disaster was both a crisis and an opportunity.

It freed millions of labor forces from the land, flooding into here, and could greatly stimulate various emerging economic developments in the city.

The first group was the civilian force maintaining order here.

It’s a big project; it can’t be completed in a day.

The second group consisted of workers from the Qingcheng Mountain Manufacturing Bureau and laborers for building factories.

The third group included the construction teams the Shu King needed himself, tallying up, accepting a million labor forces was no issue.

After a busy day, Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya had sweat beads on their foreheads.

Like ordinary people, each had a bowl of Spirit Rice Porridge, smiling as they looked at each other.

Then, a little girl came over shyly holding her bowl.

Her big eyes glanced at the big pot inside, inquiring to Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya, "Uncle, Sister, is there any more food?"

Seeing her, Long Fei pulled her into the porridge stall, pouring his bowl of Spirit Rice Porridge for her.

Her small bowl was wiped clean, lifting the bowl to pour the Spirit Rice Porridge into her mouth.

Wang Xiaoya cheerily greeted, "Zhizhi, eat slower, sister has more!"

Long Fei listened, furrowing his brows, thinking the uncle and sister references were a bit mixed up.

He noticed the little girl had probably accepted the reality of her mother’s death.

After finishing a bowl of food, Zhizhi sat on a chair to catch her breath, then started to cry.

Wang Xiaoya hugged her, asking, "What’s wrong? Still hungry?"

Zhizhi shook her head, "Sister, how wonderful it would’ve been if you appeared sooner! If my mom had eaten your food, surely she would’ve been fine."

Wang Xiaoya and Long Fei exchanged glances, unsure of what to say.

After Zhizhi calmed down, they learned the Shu King’s men had already cleared Zhizhi’s shelter, burying her mother and some newly deceased people.

The little girl cried in the shelter for a long time, so hungry she had to come to find food.

If Long Fei hadn’t instructed people to specifically pay attention to Zhizhi.

Her mother’s situation might not have been discovered for a while.