After walking a long way, Qiao Linxi stopped.
"Everyone come around."
Looking at these eighteen younger brothers and sisters, Qiao Linxi's heart bleeds. What evil has she done? Is it because she scolded her boss behind her back in her previous life?
After taking a deep breath, Qiao Linxi took out the pan from Qiao Linqin's backpack and placed it on the ground. She said seriously: "I'm going to cast a spell. No one of you can talk to disturb me. Otherwise, it will affect my magic power."
"Sister, we understand." Qiao Linqi took the initiative to cover his mouth based on his previous experience. Others saw it and followed suit.
Qiao Linle from the second uncle's house was only two years old. Qiao Linshan was afraid that he would make a sound, so she covered his mouth.
When Qiao Linxi saw that her younger brothers and sisters were very obedient, she felt that they were not that bad again, so she started mumbling words that she didn't even know.
"Magic, magic, magic..." Qiao Linxi put her hand on the pan, and after taking it away, four measuring cups appeared.
After changing once, all five steamed buns appeared. Qiao Linxi picked them up and divided each steamed bun into four parts, one small piece for each person.
Several more bottles of water were conjured up, and each child drank 80 ml of water. Qiao Linxi took a sip of the rest and put it away.
"Ah...thank you sister."
"Thank you, Sister Lin Xi."
The eighteen younger brothers and sisters all had something to eat and thanked Qiao Linxi one after another. In this way, she gained eighteen gratitude points at once. Qiao Linxi used it to draw a lottery and received eighteen wooden boards. After synthesizing a first-class lunch box, there were still two wooden boards missing. Qiao Linxi thanked her younger brothers and sisters in her heart, and gained another eighteen points of gratitude.
It has to be said that this gratitude point is quite easy to obtain. Qiao Linxi asks her younger brothers and sisters to thank her every day. When she thanks them, she will get thirty-six gratitude points.
After Qiao Linxi cut them all into wooden boards, the boxes turned into three first-level lunch boxes. Two of them were combined into a second-level lunch box. After combining the newly synthesized second-level lunch box with the previous one, it became a third-level lunch box. Grade lunch box.
The third-level lunch box can produce six steamed buns at a time, three times a day, which means that Qiao Linxi can now produce eighteen steamed buns a day.
"Huh..." Qiao Linxi breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Eighteen buns a day, one for everyone, at least they wouldn't starve to death.
"You are all my younger brothers and sisters. You must keep my knowledge of immortal magic secret. If anyone leaks it, I will leave him on the road and starve him to death."
"Don't worry, sister, we will definitely keep it a secret." Qiao Linqin raised her finger and swore, and everyone else swore the same.
"Okay, let's take a rest and let's continue on our way."
Qiao Linxi only drank some water, but she was still very hungry. She couldn't help but want to take out candy and eat it several times, but she resisted when she thought that eating candy would make her thirsty.
Qiao Linxi had just closed her eyes and was about to squint for a while when she heard a sudden bustle at the city gate.
"Ah...run quickly, it's the official who has given out porridge."
"The government distributes porridge..." Qiao Linxi muttered, is the government so good? No matter how she looked at it, Qiao Linxi didn't quite believe it.
"Sister, sister, there is porridge, let's go get it quickly."
After Qiao Linqi and Qiao Linshu finished talking, they ran towards the city gate, and others also ran over. There was no way, they were too hungry, and the steamed buns were not enough to fill their teeth.
But these children were children after all, and there were no adults around. They were quickly pushed to the side, and they could only stand on their feet and stretch their heads, leaning forward as hard as they could.
The originally closed city gate slowly opened, and a dozen official servants with knives in their hands came out. Then came a few people pushing a bullock cart, with a large pot on it. The pot was full of extremely thin porridge. To put it bluntly, there are a few rice grains floating in the water.
Even so, the refugees used all their strength to squeeze forward, fearing that they would not be able to drink the porridge if their strength was too small.
"Everyone line up, don't crowd! Don't crowd."
A dozen officers with knives saw that there were too many refugees and the situation became uncontrollable. They drew their knives and pointed them at the refugees at the front.
Some strong people squeezed to the front, their hunger emboldened them, and they rushed forward without caring about the officer's dazzling knife.
But the next second his head fell to the ground.
"Did you see that, this is the result of not obeying the command."
Someone died, which shocked the refugees. They involuntarily took a few steps back and lined up obediently.
"Folks," a man in official attire walked out of the city. He was the county magistrate of this city.
"Folks, listen to me. There has been no food in the city for many years due to drought. I got this porridge from door to door begging in the city. After you have eaten the porridge, please leave. Go and make a living elsewhere."
After the county man finished speaking, he glanced at the refugees and said: "Let's line up in two lines, one for the elderly and children, and one for the young and middle-aged people. Our porridge will be distributed to the elderly and children first. Don't crowd around. Everyone has a share."
The words of the county master were effective. The young and strong people consciously moved to the other side, and some people began to take bowls of porridge and distribute it to the elderly and children.
Some people saw that the porridge was getting less and less, so they grabbed the porridge from some elderly people and drank it in one gulp. But before they could finish their porridge, they were dead.
"I have already said that the elderly and children should eat first, so why are there still evil people trying to rob them?" The county master looked at the few people who were still staring with deathly eyes in agony.
Qiao Linxi's children were originally in line, but adults kept pushing their children in front of them, which caused them to fall further and further behind.
A soup kitchen fully demonstrates the weakness of human nature. Qiao Linxi saw many old people taking porridge. As soon as they turned around, their sons, daughters or daughter-in-law snatched them away.
Some children even took it away and were snatched away by their parents. For a moment, the scene was very chaotic, with voices thanking the county magistrate and voices cursing the children.
"Mom, you eat." A four or five-year-old child brought the porridge. His parents were protecting him, so no one took it from him.
"Be good, mom is not hungry."
The child handed it to his father again: "Dad, you eat."
His father rubbed his head: "Dad is not hungry either."
The boy saw that his parents were not eating, so he said, "If my parents are not hungry, then I am not hungry either. Let's eat together when we are both hungry."
"Okay, Dad will put it away for you. When you are hungry, we will eat together." The man poured the porridge into a water bag and carefully put it away.
"Sister, you eat." When Qiao Linxi turned around, she saw Qiao Linbao holding the bowl in front of Qiao Linxi: "You didn't even eat it just now, I'll give this to you."
Qiao Linbao carefully held the bowl and looked at Qiao Linxi.
It turned out that Qiao Linbao was smart and ran to the front to get a bowl of porridge.
"I'm not hungry, you can eat." Qiao Linxi lost her appetite looking at the porridge with a few grains of rice floating in the water.
"Sister, just eat. I'm not hungry either. You didn't even eat just now." Qiao Linbao handed the porridge to Qiao Linxi again.
"If you're not even hungry, give it to me." Just as the siblings were refusing, the bowl in Qiao Linbao's hand was snatched away.
