Xu Ze was pacing back and forth in the study, but he couldn't think of the purpose of Ying Xuan and others buying forty stones of food.
If he couldn't figure it out, Xu Ze simply didn't think about it.
Then he called the county magistrate Wu Dengke over:
"Deng Ke, the people from the three foreign countries must keep an eye on the inn these days."
"If they come to provide road guidance, they will definitely not be allowed to distribute it."
Xu Ze's intuition is very sensitive.
He felt that there must be a monster when things go wrong.
The county magistrate Wu Dengke heard the order from the county magistrate Xu Ze.
While nodding in agreement, he looked complicated and thoughtful.
Forty shi of grain is not a small amount.
It is a big project to make mature porridge from forty shi of grain.
In order to be able to cope with the porridge on the second day.
Ying Xuan asked Zhang Liang to find the Yaren from before.
After spending some money, Yaren stayed overnight at several crowded places at the post station, the east and west city gates, and the entrance to Luomashi in the county seat.
Set up the clay stove and set up the cauldron.
Once these things are done, the busy day is over.
Before Ying Xuan went to bed, Fan Kuai filled the bathtub in Ying Xuan's house with hot water as usual.
Fan Kuai is familiar with Ying Xuan's living habits.
I know that there is a big difference between my son and ordinary people.
That is love of cleanliness!
As long as conditions permit, you must take a bath every day.
Therefore, my son's body is always fragrant no matter what time he is.
On the other hand, I wash my clothes every six months.
Therefore, Fan Kuai devoted himself to serving Ying Xuan these years.
He also developed the habit of filling Ying Xuan's bathtub with water before going to bed.
But today, what puzzled Fan Kuai was.
Just when Ying Xuan finished taking a bath, Fan Kuai entered the room and planned to throw away the bath water.
But he was stopped by Ying Xuan.
"Don't pour it, leave it until tomorrow, I have a wonderful use for it."
As he spoke, Ying Xuan's lips curled up in a mysterious arc.
"What other wonderful uses can this water have for washing your body?"
Fan Kuai scratched his head and could only leave in frustration.
Early the next morning.
Fan Kuai is snoring like thunder and having sweet dreams.
Zhang Liang slapped him hard and woke him up from his sleep.
Fan Kuai sat up straight and was about to attack Zhang Liang, the "culprit" in front of him.
Then he saw Ying Xuan standing behind Zhang Liang.
"What time of the year is it and you're still sleeping?"
There was a bit of anger in Zhang Liang's tone.
Fan Kuai then remembered that today he was going to give out porridge and rice.
He quickly got up, put on his clothes and got down to the ground.
"Fan Kuai, go and put yesterday's bath water into a pot."
"Send it to every porridge soup place and put water into the porridge pot."
Hearing this, not only Fan Kuai, but also Zhang Liang on the side looked surprised.
"Sir, don't we give porridge just to risk our lives? This...this is putting bath water into the rice porridge."
"Isn't this self-defeating?"
Ying Xuan frowned when he heard this:
"Destroy your reputation?"
"Doing this will only make us famous faster."
"In the past few days, haven't you noticed that the three of us have drank the divine water?"
"The blood on the body, the saliva or the water that we have contaminated, more or less have some magical effects?"
After Ying Xuan said this, Fan Kuai and Zhang Liang also noticed something was wrong after drinking the elixir.
"Today's world seems to be prosperous, but in fact, it is golden on the outside but ruined on the inside."
"Most of these refugees are infected with diseases, including dysentery, cold, skin diseases..."
"If the rice porridge given out is mixed with blessed fairy water, it can cure various diseases of the refugees in the city."
"Wouldn't this make the three of us famous again?"
Now, even Fan Kuai's straightforward mind understood.
"Sir, if you can really feed these refugees, you can also cure their illnesses."
"Then young master, you will really become a living god by then."
After saying that, Fan Kuai swung his body and rushed out of the house.
Go and do as Ying Xuan wants.
In the morning, the sun had just risen in the sky.
A piece of news spread in Qingpu County.
Practitioners from three foreign countries came from overseas. They were wealthy, carried treasures all over their bodies, and were extremely generous.
Yesterday when I checked into the county government office, I not only took out four gold cakes in one breath.
He also knew the magic of immortality and killed evil spirits in the county government office for the county magistrate.
Today, he also used his own money to donate rice and porridge to the victims.
Now, when Ying Xuan brought Zhang Liang and Fan Kuai to the door of the inn.
Yaren has already brought his people and started to serve porridge.
Fan Kuai poured Ying Xuan's bath water into the pot as if nothing had happened.
When the refugees saw Ying Xuan, they all talked about Master Ying.
Ying Xuan wanted to create some more noise.
Simply take out a few talismans from your arms.
Draw it casually with your sword finger, and then turn the talisman paper into ashes.
Put into rice porridge.
"Today, I go up to heaven and draw talismans to drive away three disasters and six diseases for Qingpu County."
"Today, everyone who drinks the rice porridge donated by me, a poor Taoist, will have all their illnesses and pains gone, and there will be no more disasters!"
Now, a group of refugees were even more convinced and scrambled to get a bowl of porridge.
I'm afraid that it won't be my turn later.
Ying Xuan and Zhang Liang rushed to other charity sites one after another.
Same operation, same statement.
The refugees who were begging for food at the scene were eating porridge.
That’s when I discovered the magic of this rice porridge.
Usually a bowl of gruel will make you feel full.
But today this is rice porridge with Fu Shui.
After drinking a bowl, I feel very full.
Refugees who haven’t felt full for a long time.
Naturally, he willingly called Ying Xuan a living god.
The more than 3,000 refugees in the city ate more than ten kilograms of grain in one meal.
The refugees thought that this living god could be so kind-hearted.
That is to say, one meal is enough.
Unexpectedly, at noon, rice was being cooked again in several places serving porridge.
At night, the same is true.
Ying Xuan was responsible for all the refugees' three meals a day.
This time, it’s only one day.
The name of Ying Xuanhuo Immortal became loud and clear in Qingpu County.
Even He Qingxuan in Xuantian Temple outside the city heard the rumors.
I couldn't help but feel like my heart was on fire.
"Could it be that there really are immortals and magic in this world, the golden elixir avenue?"
And Ying Xuan settled the accounts that night. In this day, the forty shi of food he bought had been eaten to the tune of more than 30 shi.
There are only three or four stones of food left.
But feeding thousands of refugees for one day would cost more than a dozen taels and nearly twenty taels of silver.
For Ying Xuan, it was a drop in the bucket.
The effect and significance of accumulating a reputation among the common people is far greater than that of making a name among a few country gentry leaders.
"Tomorrow, let the Naga people help us buy eighty shi of grain. If Qingpu County doesn't have enough, go to the next county to buy it."
"Give me porridge for two more days."
"It's a good deal to spend sixty taels of silver to raise a name!"
Zhang Liang also nodded:
"When I was walking around the city today, I saw that everyone in the city, young and old, men and women, were praising the young master's virtues, and even calling him a living god."
"Now that we are well-known, our efforts to provide relief to the victims will surely attract the attention of people outside Qingpu County."
