The group soon arrived at the "big city".

The so-called big city is really just a bigger city.

The actual degree of rags is no different from that of the village.

Only there is a large stone house in the center of the city, which looks quite stunning.

Wang Wen led the crowd to the road in front of the stone house.

The woman introduced that this should be the only residence of a high-ranking official in the city.

It seems to be some demoted prince.

I don't go out on weekdays.

No one dares to approach the guards.

The refugees who were famine and causing trouble wanted to rob them, but were killed by soldiers in the big house with arrows and crossbows.

Over time, no one dared to make up the idea of ​​this house again.

Wang Wen looked at the weapons exposed in the high wall hole of the house in front of him and nodded.

Zhu Xingguo next to him saw the master's wink and walked forward to knock on the door.

Suddenly, a long arrow and a short crossbow flew straight towards him.

Zhu Xingguo took out a heavy-duty alloy security door that only one of the expensive vaults could be used from where they were removed and put it on his head.

All kinds of arrows hit the door and even the door skin was broken.

The soldiers shooting archery on the wall were stunned.

They croaked and croaked.

The villagers who were "following the Devil" in the rear were also excited to scream when they saw the adults taking extraordinary actions.

The screams from both sides attracted many people in the city who were still in the city to watch the fun.

Sure enough, humans are instinctive to watch the fun.

Even if you are about to starve to death, you can't change it.

Zhu Xingguo walked to the room with a loud noise, bent on the door politely.

I thought no one would answer.

But a thick baritone sounded inside: "Who is coming? What's the matter?"

Zhu Xingguo looked back at Wang Wen.

He shouted to the door at the top of his voice: "My master is going to discuss matters with you who are in charge!"

Baritone: "The prince is in good health, so I won't see guests! Please come back."

"Hey!" Zhu Xingguo was about to smash the door as soon as he got angry.

Wang Wen's voice came from behind: "It's okay, they will come out by themselves, let's do ours first."

Zhu Xingguo kicked the door with hatred.

Turn around and walk back to Wang Wen.

Wang Wen looked around.

I roughly calculated the number of people who surrounded me to watch the fun.

He said to the woman: "You are responsible for leading the overall situation and letting the villagers be divided into groups, and there are roughly about ten people in one group. Everyone is cooking pots and cooking rice, and serving porridge to the refugees in the city!"

The villagers who heard this were shocked.

More shocked than the onlookers.

They really can't figure out how there is such a "devil" in the world?

Is it a big fanfare to give food but just to collect servants?

Not to mention the porridge being cooked on the spot, even if each person only gave a handful of rotten vegetable leaves, there were a lot of people crying and shouting to be servants!

Is it still a "devil" to achieve this level?

Will it be a bit dereliction of duty to treat the "devil" like this?

The villagers couldn't figure it out.

The woman was very calm.

She had already been shocked.

Now the mind is very simple. As long as you have food to eat, no matter what the "devil" wants to do, you will listen to him if you rebel!

She started working quickly.

Carefully select people who can cook from the villagers and separate them.

The rest of the people are evenly divided into groups based on their strength and strength with the "chef" as the core.

Some people are responsible for setting up pots and setting fires, while others are responsible for maintaining order.

Some people chop wood and get ingredients, while others pour water and boil meat porridge.

The division of labor is clear and the combination principle is established.

Wang Wen was very satisfied with the view and gave the little black kid who was whispering his fingers.

[Daluo Creation Pill].

With the team's current resource reserves, this kind of ordinary prop with a mere 150th floor is really just sugar beans, and it has been a long time since no one has eaten it.

After leaving a record with Zhu Xingguo, he didn't copy much. Wang Wen brought a few with him and was having fun.

Now the woman's performance makes him satisfied, and it is a good idea to reward the child casually.

The child licked curiously.

After all, it was Wang Wen who used it as a "sweet bean" to eat.

The taste is really good.

He smiled and pushed the pill into his mouth to bite it.

The pill broke open in the child's mouth like chocolate beans, slowly turning into sweet juice and flowing into his throat.

The child suddenly felt that the pain in the hands and feet joints that were still in pain had been greatly relieved.

He stood up tremblingly.

Waiwai's head twisted his butt.

It seems like I have returned to the wonderful time in my memory when my body does not hurt, my stomach does not get hungry.

A woman busy directing the villagers in the distance saw this scene.

I couldn't help but wipe my tears.

Then he worked harder.

The onlookers didn't know what was going on at first.

Until he saw Zhu Xingguo pulling out food in a lot of food.

Then they were taken away by a group of people and threw them into a neatly arranged cauldron.

They are crazy.

food!!!

There is something to eat!!!

Rush! Grab! Eat!

Everyone stopped watching, pushed everyone and squeezed people, and rushed to the side of the pot.

Although the villagers responsible for maintaining order are not very strong, they have just eaten their fill not long ago.

In addition, they are all strong men carefully selected by women, forming a wall of humans can barely block the crazy crowd.

Unfortunately, the villagers all forgot.

I used to be so desperate when I saw food.

Not long after the strong man blocked the wall, he was rushed through a hole by the crazy crowd.

The first refugee who entered was screaming and pounced on the nearest pot as if he had won a lottery, and his hair was flying.

Then.

He was stepped onto the ground by Mo Ran.

Don't know life and death.

Mo Ran slowly put on the white background and red fist gloves, loosened his muscles and joints, hooked his fingers towards the crowd and said, "Come here if you are not afraid of death."

The hungry crowd is not in charge.
To be continued...