"meat?"
These two words made Meng Aman frown.
He saw many of these preachers.
It's like this. Giving out small favors attracts attention. Without asking for help, some believers will develop on the spot, and at least they will have some understanding of their own sect.
A willingness to understand is where it all begins.
but......
In those sects, what they give away is nothing more than potato cubes, and some coarse cloth and linen.
The best thing to do is to cook a pot of rice porridge that is not too thick and pair it with some salty side dishes, mostly pickled potato cubes - this is already very arrogant.
This was the first time he had heard of people giving alms, preaching and making flesh.
"What's wrong, is there any doubt about this?" Chen Jing frowned, but no matter how he thought about it, there was nothing worth paying attention to except the doubt about "Heavenly Mother".
Isn't this just like "come and listen to the lecture and give out eggs"?
I have gone to collect eggs several times before.
Meng Aman greeted the tea shop owner, and while leading the way, he replied: "Well, meat is a very precious resource."
Chen Jing was startled.
This surprised him a bit.
It is not difficult to infer this fact from the tracks of those people who left their corpses behind after hunting rodents.
Can......
It is very unusual for a young city lord or a monk to say "meat is precious".
The word "precious" does not only mean "difficult to obtain".
Meng Aman explained: "Without animal husbandry, the only way to obtain meat is in the wild, and the most common one is rodents."
"You have seen it just now. It is not very powerful, but for most scavengers, it is a creature that can be fatal if you are not careful."
"Most people in this city can only eat a bite of meat every year when we open the warehouse to store grain."
Chen Jing couldn't hold back: "Why not develop animal husbandry?"
Meng Aman was silent for a long time.
After walking half the street, he said in a serious tone: "We once had a chance, but now we don't."
There have been?
Meng Aman sighed: "In the Age of Prosperity, although monks assisted animal husbandry, all details were done by mortals."
"The monks are only responsible for performing spells and promoting the growth of livestock."
"That's our first chance. If the remaining monks can cooperate with the surviving mortals, we should be able to curb the pollution of some livestock and leave something behind."
"But at that time, all monks were intent on being on the front line to resist pollution."
He paused and looked into the distance: "Pollution cannot be stopped and the world will collapse."
"We still have a chance then."
"If the surviving monks are willing to capture some creatures that are not so seriously polluted, and use their remaining magical powers to tame them day after day, they can leave something behind."
"pity......"
“There was a lot of division back then.”
"Some monks left Yuncheng and went to distant places to find a way to save the world."
"Some people go deep into the wasteland and never come back."
"There are still some, including my ancestors, who spent the remaining time building Yuncheng into a peach blossom garden."
"Can......"
"How can the monks know this?"
"I thought it would be enough to stabilize the city wall and build nurseries."
"They don't realize the most basic aspects of people's livelihood."
"The mortals who know this problem are speechless, while the monks who are above are unaware of this problem."
"When we wake up and realize these most basic people's livelihood..."
"It's late, it's already late."
"Nothing was done."
"Pollution has not been eradicated, the Peach Blossom Spring has not been built, and people's lives have become worse."
He paused again.
The voice became more sad and angry: "We people cannot reach a higher level. We can't curb pollution simply by relying on the cultivation of the second and third floors of the inner scene."
"Both my grandfather and father tried to raise rodents in captivity."
"But apart from causing turmoil and almost causing the fall of Yuncheng, nothing was achieved."
Chen Jing was silent, stepping on the heavy footprints left by Meng Aman.
I laughed at myself in my heart.
The question I just asked was quite similar to Emperor Hui's "Why don't you eat minced meat?"
"Then their meat..." He took a deep breath and changed the topic. Such a heavy content made him a little breathless.
Meng Aman shook his head: "The meat should be fine."
"There are laws in the city. Preachers like them must declare the time, location, and content of their actions in advance."
"If you want to give alms, you must provide a donation item in advance for us to inspect."
"I wasn't in the city last night, and my father was here to take over. There couldn't be anything weird happening."
While they were talking, they walked to the "Business Street".
This is the area in Yuncheng that is divided into areas where foreign caravans and scavengers trade.
Since a long time ago, the Meng family has been trying their best to maintain order in this dilapidated city.
Even if there is a wasteland outside, the human heart has become a wasteland.
They also wanted a piece of land that didn't look so much like wasteland.
Just walked into the street.
The crowd was bustling and formed a large circle, densely packed.
A strange smell came out from the gaps in the crowd, making Chen Jing frown.
A little sour and fishy.
It smells like zombie meat after being frozen in the refrigerator for half a year, placed in the fresh-keeping room for two days, and finally boiled with half a bottle of vinegar in water.
But this smell makes me uncomfortable.
But it made the eyes of several people around him shine and swallow their saliva.
Only Meng Aman could control his expression.
They pushed through the crowd and walked in.
Surrounded inside was a large pot, cooking over a fierce fire, full of pieces of meat floating in the boiling water, all cut into half the size of a fist.
One person holds a spoon and distributes the meat, a piece to each person.
Those with bowls also receive half a spoonful of broth.
If there is no bowl, just shake it on the cloth.
There was another person standing in front of the pot. He was a young man, probably in his late twenties or early thirties. Like Meng Aman, he was covered in injuries.
Under mysterious vision.
He had no cultivation, and his blood was not very strong. There was just a black light lingering around his wrist.
This reminded him of Heavenly Mother.
The biggest impression she left on herself, besides her huge face, was the black light.
Different from the preacher in my impression.
He was not holding a statue of the Goddess of Heaven or anything else with religious identification in his hand. He was only holding a bowl with two pieces of meat in it.
What came out of his mouth were not mysterious and profound words, they were extremely simple.
"Great Mercifulness, Supreme Heavenly Mother."
"Buddha, eat meat!"
"Xintian Mother, please ask for your mother-in-law!"
Over and over again, there are only these three sentences.
But these three sentences are more useful than any propaganda or promise.
Compared with words such as "eradicating pollution" and "clearing the sea and rivers" that are too far away from their lives, words such as "have meat to eat" and "please marry a mother-in-law" that are closer to their lives are more likely to impress them, let alone Said that they really had meat at this moment.
Half the size of a fist.
Even if the city lord provides food, he may not be able to get such a large amount of meat.
